After acupuncture, Jin Feng's health improved significantly.

After entering the meditative state of pranayama again, and after waking up for the third time, Jin Feng regained half of his strength and began to use flint to ignite whale oil and ignite the fire.

Tens of billions of materials and parchment paper ignited all kinds of precious wood, and the temperature gradually rose, and Jin Feng's body finally felt a trace of warmth.

With great difficulty, he threw the dried sturgeon into the fire, and turned his eyes in the direction of the two o'clock.

There, there's another box waiting to be broken down by yourself.

The time had been out of order a few days ago, and Jin Feng could only estimate it in his heart and carved a straight word on the wooden board.

His life was saved, but Fan Qingzhu's life was almost gone.

Until now, Jin Feng still can't let go of Fan Qingzhu.

After staying in this dark underground place for so long, I don't know what happened to her?

I silently remembered in my heart, and entered Meng Township again in the warm firelight.

This time, Jin Feng slept very deeply, and when he woke up, his strength also returned to the level of thirty percent.

After another injection, the body began to recover.

Because there is a large piece of Dading fragment in the body, it is very, very difficult to move, and a little bit of movement will involve the internal organs, and the pain is so painful that you can't breathe.

Add firewood to the fire pit, and then pick up the charred dried sturgeon from the fire pit and gnaw it off to replenish the heat.

The fragments squeezing the small intestine are very serious, and Jin Feng does not dare to eat more, once the body excretes problems, the consequences are unimaginable.

When he woke up this time, Jin Feng began to drink alcohol to replenish sugar, his strength increased little by little, and his body got better little by little.

After the fifth needle, Jin Feng could barely sit up, his abdomen squeezed uncomfortably, vomited several times, and finally vomited even bile, retching all the time, the kind of heart-rending pain that is difficult to describe in a thousand words.

After being able to sit up, Jin Feng dragged another iron box to him, holding a knife in his hand and laboriously digging and cutting little by little.

One box contains the fragments of Dading, and this box is definitely a good thing.

Its value and significance will definitely not be lower than Dading!

Jin Feng would never let go of this box, as long as there were good things inside, Jin Feng would never mind cutting himself open again.

The days just went by day by day, with the spirit and belief of Yugong moving mountains, Jin Feng only did two things every day, pricked his body with a needle, and opened the box with a knife.

On this day, Jin Feng removed the wound line and slowly tried to stand up, the squeeze of the fragments in his body made him feel painful.

All the pain in the world together is not as good as this kind of pain, but he gritted his teeth and insisted on slowly adapting to it

The knife was thrown aside, and Jin Feng, who had regained seventy percent of his strength, began a new round of cutting boxes.

Cycle after cycle, day after day, tormenting and advancing in pain and suffering, the great tripod in the body was slowly accepted by the body, and the pain was slightly reduced.

But his belly was much bigger, and Jin Feng was scared when he saw it.

The wound healed day by day, Jin Feng's strength recovered a lot, and the speed of cutting the last box slowly began to increase.

Ten days later, Jin Feng counted the orthography on the board.

Ten and three strokes in total.

I've been here for ninety-three days, and with a five-to-seven-day error, I've been here for almost a full hundred days.

The time of Fan Qingzhu's death was less than twenty to ten days.

He hadn't taken a bath for three months, Jin Feng's body emitted a foul smell, his hair had grown to the position of his neck, his beard had covered his mouth, but his body was as thin as ribs, like a ghost.

Silently closed his eyes and opened them again after a long time, Jin Feng looked at the iron box under his feet, and gently lifted and flipped it with a scimitar dagger.

The box opened in response, quietly showing Jin Feng his most mysterious side

The contents of the box were indeed as Jin Feng expected, it was a very light and long letterhead.

The style of the letterbox was more luxurious than that of Innocent III's royal letterbox, and the treasures on it made Jin Feng hot for a while.

With Jin Feng's current vision and level, he could recognize at a glance that this was the most important oracle cylinder in the Holy City.

After each spokesperson ascends, the Holy City elects a new spokesperson according to the oracle.

And this oracle cylinder is the oracle scroll used to place the list of new spokesmen.

This ritual has been preserved since the ninth century A.D. and is one of the most sacred and secret traditions.

This thing...... It is second only to the existence of the sacred relics of the gods, which is equivalent to the secret box of the edict of the throne hidden behind the Zhengda Guangming plaque in the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

This is the only one in the world, and it can't be exchanged for a city.

Compared to Innocent III's royal letterbox, this oracle cylinder is not so complicated, and there is no mechanism.

When the scroll of the new spokesperson is put into the oracle holy cylinder, it means that the major forces have already demarcated the distribution of interests, everything has been settled, and there is no fear that someone will dare to rob the holy cylinder.

Although this holy cylinder was second only to the existence of the gods, for the sake of safety, Jin Feng still wrapped his hand in the parchment in his hand and carefully opened it.

With a slight force on the oblique erection, a thin scroll slipped out of the holy cylinder.

The length of the scroll is no more than fifteen centimeters, made of parchment.

This scroll of parchment is very different from other parchments that Jin Feng has seen, although it is yellowed and blackened and old, it is extremely fragrant.

The fragrance is very special, with the smell of dragon birthday incense and rosemary, and a smell that Jin Feng has never smelled.

As soon as the fragrance first rose, Jin Feng had already covered his nostrils with the prepared wet blanket.

Through the shape and pulp of the parchment scroll, and then looking at the gold wire tie on the scroll, Jin Feng had some preliminary judgments on the age of the scroll.

His gaze focused on the small special seal on the golden ribbon, and Jin Feng's eyes suddenly burst into a fine light.

"Hexagram!"

"Holy Star of David!"

Above the seal is the pattern of a six-pointed star, that is, the overlap of two equilateral triangles, one positive and one negative, and six equilateral triangles are produced in the middle of the two triangles.

This is the symbol of the Hebrews, and in the very center of their flag is the pattern of such a six-pointed star.

The six-pointed star, also known as the Star of David, was the symbol of King David on the shield of the Kingdom of Israel in the 10th century B.C.

This is also the family emblem of the Ron family.

What is very unique is that this seal, which is only one centimeter long and wide, is made of sky-blue gemstones.

Looking at the material of the gemstone, it should be tourmaline, that is to say, tourmaline.

Tourmaline is denser than sapphire, so blue tourmaline is higher than aquamarine for gemstones of the same size.

The gemstone seal of the blue tourmaline shocked Jin Feng very much.

Because this gemstone is made of a six-pointed star pattern, even the seal on the gold wire tie is also a six-pointed star pattern.

Holding the sharp cross sword, he picked the seal in his hand and slowly opened the scroll.

On the scroll is the oldest Hebrew script, and Jin Feng is no stranger to this script.

During several treasure hunts with Ron, Jin Feng learned a lot about this ancient Hebrew language.

The ancient Hebrew script is not much different from the modern Hebrew script, because the Hebrews were cursed by the gods, and they have been in exile for more than 2,000 years and almost lost their incense, which has also led to the slow improvement of the Hebrew script.

Even for a time, this kind of writing was almost extinct.

It is an indisputable truth that both words and language have advanced over time.

After World War II, the Hebrews did not know what their luck had, and with the support of many bigwigs, they returned to their desert homeland to establish a new country, and the Hebrew script and language were preserved.

The scroll, which was less than a quarter of a square foot, had a few lines written on it, and when the content was in full view, the corners of Jin Feng's mouth pulled up, and the most familiar smile appeared on his face.

"Twelve branches, twelve jewels. ”

"Angel trumpet as a guide!"

"And this kind of operation. ”

"Interesting, interesting......"

Firmly engraved the words on the scroll in his mind, and held a cross sword to pierce the scroll mercilessly.

This scroll is the cursed scroll that the Saint Luo family has been trying to find for generations.