Host, please choose your reward.
1. A storage ring of fifty square meters could be opened with the host's Qi.
2. It was said that the Taotie's belly formed a space of its own, allowing it to devour and store items indefinitely.
He was indeed carrying more and more things with him.
This space was indeed what he needed the most at the moment.
Even the two sabers and a corpse fishing rod that he carried with him were already hindering his movements.
"Wait, which one of these two can put the battle corpse inside?”
The remnant soul of a zombie was a puppet and could not be put into a storage ring.
There was only one choice left.
"Then let's choose the Taotie's Space."
In the blink of an eye, some information appeared in his mind.
The Taotie bloodline had the ability to open the Taotie Space.
This power was hidden in the tattoos on his body.
With his spirit and body as one, no other power could take it away.
This was much safer than the ring.
According to the description of this world, it was equivalent to the virtual space of the Ancient Jingjue Country.
A black hole appeared beside him.
The black hole was extremely small and difficult to detect.
As long as he paid a little attention, he would not be seen at all.
Zhang Ze casually sent in the Xiangxi Corpse King and the Thousand-Legged Battle Corpse.
Suddenly, he tried the Stellar Steps.
The stamina that he had consumed earlier was slowly recovered.
If he kept using this step to fight, wouldn't he be invincible?
However, the firearms in this era were naturally invincible in ancient times.
......
Francolin Whistle, who was taking an afternoon nap, fell into a dream in a daze.
In his dream, he dreamed of his junior brother, the old foreigner, dying tragically on Mount Pingshan, and his junior sister, Hua Ling, being killed by Chen Yulou, who had gone mad, under the Elixir Well.
There was also Miss Hong, whom he had a good impression of, who had also fallen seriously ill after he left Xiangxi.
He had also lost an arm in an accident.
In his dream, a terrifying black fog filled with eyes pounced towards him.
"Ah!"
Francolin Whistle suddenly shouted.
Immediately after, there was a knock on the door.
"Senior Brother?"
Just as the flower spirit knocked on the door, the old foreigner had already pushed the door open.
"Senior brother, something strange happened. I had a strange dream with the flower spirit just now.”
Francolin Whistle, who had woken up, was drenched in sweat and was in a daze.
The flower spirit exchanged a glance with him and found that his senior brother's eyes were filled with sorrow.
Senior Brother, what's wrong?"
Seeing that his junior brothers and sisters were still alive, Zhe Gushao was extremely excited.
"It's good that you're alive. It's good that you're alive."
"Senior Brother! Could it be that you dreamed that we were dead?”
The old foreigner and the flower spirit immediately told him about their dreams.
The three of them paired up and found that the dream realm was the same.
Francolin Whistle immediately thought that the ancestors of the Zagramma clan had a prophet.
The blood of the Prophet flowed in their bodies.
Back then, when his mother was about to pass away, he had a similar strange dream.
"This isn't a dream. This might be our original fate!”
The flower spirit immediately reacted." It's Zhang Ze. He's good at divination. He was the one who saved everyone at Bottle Mountain."”
Thinking about it this way, it was probably true.
The three of them immediately went to find Zhang Ze.
She also told him about the dream in detail.
Zhang Ze listened to the three of them and found that their fates were exactly the same as in the original plot.
"If we didn't have the Muchen Pearl, we would still die at the age of 40.”
The old foreigner had been searching for the Muchen Pearl for many years and was already tired.
"In that case, Miss Hong will really be seriously ill?”
The fate of the flower spirit and the old foreigner had changed, but not Francolin Whistle and Miss Red.
Seeing that the old foreigner was still a little pessimistic, Zhang Ze could understand his feelings.
"I've already told you about the Muchen Pearl, so I can tell you more details.”
"That bead is in the Hidden Dragon Mountain in southern Yunnan, in the tomb of King Xian," he said casually.”
"During the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, after King Xian obtained the Muchen Pearl, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty found out and sent people to ask them to offer the Muchen Pearl.”
"After King Xian learned of this, he brought the Dust Pearl and other people who believed in the evil god like him into the mountains and proclaimed himself King Xian.”
After the three of them heard it, they realized that there was actually such a story behind it.
The old foreigner couldn't help but ask,"Is the tomb of King Xian really that difficult to rob?"”
He had been searching for the Muchen Pearl for a thousand years, but he had never expected that the pearl had been hidden in the tomb of King Xian in southern Yunnan.
"That's right, even if Chen Yulou sends out 100,000 Xie Ling disciples, they can't open the tomb with just their strength.”
In the original novel, King Xian's tomb was crashed by a plane.
In other words, not only did they need to find King Xian's tomb, they also needed a weapon of the same level to open it.
Speaking of which, it was indeed impossible to go to King Xian's tomb now.
"What are you guys talking about? It's so lively."
Chen Yulou walked over from afar.
He saw that they were all there, and they were holding a painting in their hands.
"This is a painting that the brothers of Xie Ling found when they were sorting out the harvest of Bottle Mountain.”
He placed the painting on the table and couldn't help but ask what they were talking about.
Francolin Whistle repeated the topic they had discussed to him.
Chen Yulou heard that Francolin Whistle was going to lose an arm and that Red Aunt was dying of a serious illness.
She said excitedly that she must not let Hong Nu die.
"According to your description, Miss Hong was infected by a local plague.”
"If we can solve the plague and bring Miss Hong away alive, won't the problem be solved?”
Chen Yulou thought of the crux of the problem.
"In Changsha City, a hundred miles away from Xiangyin, there's a divine doctor called Hua Qiandao. If we can find him, we might be able to cure the plague."”
Speaking of Changsha City, that was also the place he had originally planned to go to.
However, looking at the time, Zhang Qishan was probably not even the Lord of the Nine Gates of Changsha yet.
"Godly Doctor Transforming Thousand Daos!"
Chen Yulou remembered this name in his heart.
Zhang Ze's gaze fell on the painting in front of him.
The painting depicted the Xixia Black Water City that had long been buried under the yellow sand.
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