The white chalcedony on the ground is gone.

Fang Ran had secretly deducted not much, but in two hours, all of these white chalcedony had already turned into severance charms, except for the one that was broken when he first tried.

Previously, Fang Ran estimated that the success rate of his talisman would be five or five, but now it seems that he is still modest.

Seven times to make a symbol, seven times to succeed.

Even some rune masters who have been in the rune for some years can't get such a success rate.

It must be known that the spiritual will is highly concentrated, and it may be okay for a while. But if it is a full two hours, all repeating the actions of writing, gravitating spiritual power, and writing again, plus hundreds of spiritual powers are constantly stirring and churning, this is a very large consumption for the talisman master.

Of course, there are people who can do this, but they will never be beginners like Fang Ran.

What's more, Fang Ran already had such a high success rate on his first attempt, if it spread, I don't know how many Fu Master Sects would come to poach him like crazy.

Naturally, it is inevitable that there are people who want to get rid of it quickly.

Fang Ran stretched, his bones crackled for a while, and when he looked out through the crack in the tent, it was completely dark outside.

The fire can be faintly seen, and the voices of people can be heard boiling, accompanied by some shouts:

"Move here, put it all here, this is a good wine at the bottom of the box!"

"Haha, tonight, if you don't get drunk, you won't return!"

"Fourth brother...... It's a pity you didn't make it to this day......"

Some rejoice, some rejoice, naturally some mourn, some mourn.

How can the scars left by a great war be easily forgotten?

There was the sound of footsteps outside the tent, light but steady, and it was like smoke without asking.

Sure enough, a slender hand opened the curtain of the big tent, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes reflecting the moonlight, with a faint fragrance, crashing into the big tent together.

Ying Ruoyan changed into an aqua-colored dress, her hair loosely curled, pulled from the side of her head, and draped over her shoulders.

"The sacrifice has begun, so let's pack up. Her voice also had a hint of joy, accompanied by a deep voice, which was quite amorous.

"Wow, you're so beautiful in women's clothes. Fang Ran deliberately made a nymphomaniac look.

"Any more nonsense, gouging out your eyes. Ying Ruoyan's eyebrows were angry, but the corners of his mouth were hooked. She saw the scattered spirit stones and white chalcedony on the ground in front of Fang Ran at a glance, and said with a smile: "There is still a private collection?"

Fang Ran's broken talisman, the rune is restrained, and if you don't intend to look closely, it is no different from ordinary white chalcedony. Ying Ruoyan couldn't think of this layer, so she just thought that Fang Ran threw it on the ground at random for research, and she definitely didn't think that what she threw away at random was already an incomparably precious severance talisman.

She squatted down, picked up a piece and looked at it, and continued: "I've only seen the fragment of the severance charm before, but I didn't expect the complete white chalcedony to be so beautiful. ”

Shadow Ruoyan pinned the fallen broken hair behind her ear with one hand, and rubbed the broken talisman with the other finger. Fang Ran looked at her and smiled slightly: "These things, there will be in the future." You like it, this piece is for you. ”

"Ha, count you as acquaintances. The mouth was unforgiving, but Ying Ruoyan had a smile on his face, and with a flip of his wrist, the piece of severance charm was put into his sleeve, "I'm still busy, so I'll go back first." Everyone is waiting for you, but don't be too late. ”

After saying that, she got up again, rolled up a gust of incense, and walked out of the big tent.

Syllable!

Fang Ran smashed the ink in front of the roulette wheel of the heavenly machine, and the ink was outlining the neckline of the water-colored long skirt and the thrilling curve under it: "Fang Ran, you are a righteous gentleman, you can't be like this!" and followed Ying Ruoyan out.

Although the camp is poorly furnished, it can be seen that a lot of thought has been put into it. Torches were planted all over the camp, and it was supposed to be silent at night, but now it was full of life. Many wooden signs are erected, and the complicated lines outlined with various colors of lime are used to form various images, rough and freehand. Some rags were tied up and passed through the erected wooden frames, and they were horizontal in the air, and a gust of wind blew through them, and the rags hunted and hunted.

On each piece of rag was the name of a deceased.

In the middle of the open space, there are several rows of long tables, on which there are cooks constantly serving plates, the dishes on the plates are ordinary, but they still arouse people's appetites.

In fact, this is also true. The members of the Chamber of Commerce who were sitting around couldn't hold back for a long time, and they grabbed a lot of meat and gnawed on it. This is a rare meal in normal times. The appearance of a hungry ghost, Fang Ran wanted to laugh, but he was inexplicably congested.

What is even more striking is the wine jars that are piled up in the open space and stuffed in every corner.

On the edge of the field, he died in the twilight of life. There is only a pot of turbid wine, which can comfort people's hearts.

Therefore, even if food can be scarce, wine must not be short.

In each family, it is normal to have enough meat, grain and grass for a month, but it is usually necessary to prepare twice as much wine. The wine jar in the open space looks scary, but there is still a steady stream of board cars coming, and there is nowhere to pile it up, so it is stacked layer by layer, and it looks so thrilling.

The men who were guarding picked up an altar with one hand, patted open the mud seal, and took the meat in their hands, a mouthful of meat, and a mouthful of wine.

The scribe was like a drummer, so he took a large bowl, filled a bowl, and drank it in small sips.

Zhuo Mo drank a bowl of wine, put down the bowl, and turned his head to see Fang Ran. Fang Ran saw a hint of inquiry in Zhuo Mo's eyes, and after a little hesitation, he nodded slowly, meaning "There is no need to worry about the severance talisman." Zhuo Mo let out a long laugh, and filled the bowl again, he was actually not strong enough to drink, so he drank it directly at this time.

Fang Ran's eyesight was extremely strong, but he didn't miss a trace of tears in the corners of Zhuo Mo's eyes.

More members of the Chamber of Commerce saw Fang Ran, some raised bowls and altars to greet from afar, and some simply carried jars to toast.

"Nonsense. Ying Ruoyan said with a smile, wanting to stop this group of drunks for Fang Ran.

Fang Ran smiled disappreliantly, pressed Ying Ruoyan's hand, took the wine jar, put it to his mouth, and cooed, he actually drank the whole jar of wine directly!

"Come again!" In this situation, Fang Ran also felt that his heart was smooth and accessible. Throwing the empty wine jar aside, he picked up another jar from his side, smashed the mud seal with a fist, and raised the altar above his head: "Respect Huangchen!"

"Respect for the wilderness!"

"Respect to live!"

"Salute the Heavenly Thunder Gate of the Dead Dog Day!"

"I died when I was in the Thunder Gate on the dog's day!"

After that, there were all kinds of nonsense in the ears, and the sound of drinking was continuous, and there were long singers, laughers, and weepers.

"There used to be sacrifices, and you hid in the house and didn't come out, not knowing what you were busy with. How do you feel about this personal experience?" Ying Ruoyan also carried a wine jar, drinking proudly. After drinking a jar of wine, her face turned crimson, but her eyes became brighter.

Fang Ran looked around at the chaos and noise in front of him. After two jars of wine, he didn't use the heavenly roulette wheel to dissolve the wine, and his eyes were quite trance-like. He said, "If you weren't in Yuanmo, how good it would be to change places and drink like this." ”

"Hah, change places...... Who wants to be here?" Ying Ruoyan's tone was soft, but she didn't seem to be complaining, just like she was gossiping, "Qingyu knows people very accurately, and the group of people gathered are either already the descendants of four or five generations of criminals, and have already paid off their sins, or they have been sent to sit and be assigned, and some of them can't even figure out the charges, and they are inexplicably escorted inexplicably, and they have no choice but to live and die." But there is no one in the wasteland who deserves it. We weren't supposed to be here. ”

Fang Ran was silent.

"What are you two doing here, Luo Lao is fierce in Buji, don't you go and take a look?" When the two were silent, Lian Qingyi turned out of nowhere and approached and asked.

"Bu Ji is fierce?" Fang Ran wondered.

"Oh, yes, you've never seen it. You didn't care about anything before, but now you can't do these things. Lian Qingyi grabbed Fang Ran's sleeve, "Bu Ji is Bu Ji's fierce, calculate Huangchen's next fortune." But it's just to soothe people's hearts, anyway, it's good luck. ”

"Eat chicken tonight?" Fang Ran replied casually.

Lian Qingyi and Ying Ruoyan glared at Fang Ran in unison, and Lian Qingyi said: "How can there be such good things, some coarse meat is good." Bu Ji needs Huangchen to come forward to burn the tortoise shell, it used to be Sister Qingyu, but now Sister Qingyu is temporarily leaving, and you have to come to burn the tortoise shell. ”

"I'm not in charge......" Fang Ran obviously lacked confidence.

"Ten days ago, you weren't. Now if you look around, everyone is counting on you. Don't be pretentious. Sister Shadow, I'll take you away. Lian Qingyi waved his hand. Her strength was so great that Fang Ran could only be pulled away by her for a while.

"Get out of the way, don't get in the way, otherwise if I get hurt again, I'll wait in the back of the line!" Lian Qingyi dragged Fang Ran with one hand and pulled away from the crowd with the other. She was merciless in her words, but the crowd spontaneously gave way to it, that is, looking at the already drunk, she also staggered to the side and stopped, flattering and smiling.

"You're very majestic......" Fang Ran admired.

"That's, don't you see who I am, I'm the only pharmacist in the Chamber of Commerce!" said Lian Qingyi with pride, "It's here." Old Man Luo, bring it!"

In the last sentence, Lian Qingyi shouted at a small wooden shed.

"Why is it the same as the feeling of arraignment in your voice......" Fang Ran whispered.

He stood at the door of the wooden shed, but felt a strange wave coming from it. The roulette wheel of the heavenly machine was running, and I saw a thin purple gas like a veil lingering between the wooden sheds, slowly rising. There was no record of this kind of purple qi in his memory, but he faintly felt that this purple qi must be extraordinary.

"This is the ancestral hall. A group of sinners gathered from all over the world, many of them broke off the idea of returning to their roots. Worship your ancestors together in one place. Lian Qingyi explained. When she spoke, she put away the smug, and her voice was as usual, but Fang Ran could hear the sadness hidden underneath, like a wounded little beast that was forced to support itself.

Fang Ran glanced at Lian Qingyi deeply, his face turned solemn, and he pushed open the small door of the wooden shed.

Luo Lao sat down, raised his head, smiled at Fang Ran, and then motioned for him to sit down.

The kid in Tsing Yi didn't keep the door open, he only talked nonsense. Bu Ji is a murderer handed down by the ancient ancestors, where did he get the deception? It is not that there has been no murder before. However, Fang is a talented man, and he always turns danger into a disaster. Alas, this time ......"

Luo Lao took out a fire fold and lit the brazier in front of him. A flame rose and instantly illuminated the ancestral hall. The ancestral hall was no different from what Fang Ran imagined, there were many tablets lined up, but there was not a word on the tablets.

"They are all rootless people, so it is better not to write their names. The name is written, and the roots are rooted here. Yuan Mo ...... Not a place to put down roots. Luo Lao handed the three turtle shells in front of him to Fang Ran: "There are techniques for calculating heavenly machines in other places, and Yuanmo has a special environment, so this method can only be used." Come on, give it a try. ”

"Throw it directly into the fire?" Fang Ran's heart also became calm, although his face was clouded, he still controlled his mood and asked in a low voice.

"Whatever you want. What you think, what you do, it's all up to you. You are now the head of the wasteland, and you are involved in the cause and effect of the entire wasteland. What you think and do is the fortune of the waste. ”

“...... Such an exaggeration?" Fang Ran only felt his heart tremble.

"Not bad. Otherwise, why did the Heavenly Thunder Gate retreat after arresting the main party of Fang, instead of killing them all? Hmph!"

Stubbornly, Fang Ran picked up three tortoise shells, watched the flames dance, took a few deep breaths, and then threw them into one of them.

The flames licked the tortoise shell, and small lines spread.

Luo Lao's face was solemn, and Fang Ran's roulette wheel was silent.

Smack, smack, smack.

Three pieces of tortoise shell shattered in response.