If these monsters want to survive, they must absorb enough spiritual power. The dragon king is the supreme god of the water, so they try their best to explore the monuments with the legend of the dragon king.

The purpose is obvious, longing to find the magic weapon left by the Dragon King, to refine the water spirit qi, and to embark on the path of cultivation again.

Lu Zheng's expression was solemn, and he asked in a deep voice, "Black Fang, where are you now?"

The owl said in a bitter voice, "I forgot. ”

Lu Zheng sneered and said: "The reason for amnesia is really useful, if you don't want to answer, just say forget it." Well, okay, then I'll help you cure your amnesia. ”

The owl said happily: "The immortal Buddha is extinct, and you control the divine arts, you must be a member of my generation." Maybe we met 500 years ago, but if you can really cure this seat's amnesia, this seat will not treat you badly. ”

"Okay. Lu Zheng smiled and held the water sword, stretched out his hand to stroke the rippling blade, just a light, the blade immediately solidified, and the cold edge flickered.

"If you go down with a sword, you won't forget anything. ”

The owl's head shakes like a rattle.

Lu Zheng flicked his wrist, and the water sword gave birth to layers of waves, turning into a huge ice hammer, and gestured: "If you stab one sword, you may have to stab the second sword." It's still easy to use a hammer, and when you hammer it down, your brains and intestines will be smashed out, ensuring that you die cleanly and neatly. ”

The owl looked at the white fox for help, but the white fox smiled and showed its fangs and licked its tongue.

As an owl that has been substituted by a demon spirit. No matter how powerful it used to be, it was powerful and powerful, in today's era of the end of the law. It can only hide in the shell of an owl, helpless like a beggar.

As we all know, the language and culture of China are very profound, and there are dozens of self-proclaimed ones, such as I, Lonely, Widowed, Last General, Weichen, Old Decay, Xiaguan, Slave, Xiaosheng, Benhang, etc., with different identities and titles. There are many titles that can directly determine a person's identity.

'Honza' and 'Buddha-figure'. often appears in all kinds of myths and legends, and is basically a character with a great identity and great powers.

Self-recognition that claims to be formed over the years has become almost instinctive. No matter how great his amnesia is, he will never forget it, unless it really kills his mind.

It is very likely that in ancient times, it was a generation of demon giants who called for wind and rain and commanded like clouds.

But now, it's an owl with amnesia, dementia, and voyeurism, and the only thing that can scare people is to speak fluent bird language.

On it, I'm afraid that no valuable information will be squeezed out in a short period of time.

Lu Zheng glanced at the white fox and asked it to immediately sniff the smell and look for the hiding place of Brother Xiong and his party.

After the white fox turned to leave, the owl visibly progressed, with a somewhat funny cat face. The round eyes were blazing, and he looked at Lu Zheng in horror.

Lu Zheng squatted down and asked with a sinister face: "You said your name is Lao Huo?" Actually. I'm curious, why do they all use stand-ins, and you possess an owl?"

The owl was furrished by his gaze, and said dryly: "Because I can fly, if I can't even fly, I'd rather die." ”

Scales and feathers fly. It's a biological instinct, something in the bones. It's hard to change.

Seeing that Lu Zheng didn't speak, the owl suddenly stretched out his wings and said, "Ah, this seat has remembered another important piece of information." ”

Say. ”

"I'm here to spy on Black Fang, yes, I'm here to spy on him. ”

"Surveillance, surveillance, what?"

The owl stammered, "I forgot." ”

"It's ......" Lu Zheng pouted: "I hate people who only speak half of the way in my life, and when I meet this kind of person, hum." ”

The owl shuddered, waited for a long time and didn't follow, and couldn't help asking, "And then?"

Lu Zheng made a gesture of twisting his neck, and said gloomily: "Then click it, twist its neck, and let it bring the second half of the sentence to Lord Yama." ”

The owl trembled, his eyes were full of fear, and he suddenly pointed to Lu Zheng's back and exaggerated: "Look, the moon is so round, like a baked cake." ”

The white fox lightly jumped from the broken window to the ground, and shook his head at Lu Zheng: "Engong, the smell is covered up in a vegetable cellar. ”

"Let's go, let's take a look. ”

The artist was bold, Lu Zheng nodded, and then glanced at the owl.

The owl immediately raised its wings and said, "This seat leads the way!"

Grabbing the owl to the roof, Lu Zheng patted it and said, "Where are you going?"

The owl said with a blank face: "I forgot." ”

Depend on......

In the end, it was the white fox himself who led the way to a large mansion in the northernmost part of the old city, where the doors and windows were rotten, the ground was covered with weeds, layers of mold and moss, and the air was full of rotten wood and moldy moss.

In the corner of the courtyard is a canopy of withered vines, dense and thick, covering a gloom, and the vegetable cellar is right there.

Lu Zheng did not rush in, but controlled a tiny water man clone and touched the entrance of the vegetable cellar, which was black and rumbling, with gusting winds, no sound and no shadow.

The water man walked around the vegetable cellar, and Lu Zheng took the white fox, turned on the mobile phone flashlight, and went down to the vegetable cellar.

The dampness in his face showed rotten dead vine roots on the walls, and a round table was placed in the center of the vegetable cellar, on which the cups and bowls were scattered and in a mess.

There is also a pile of empty wine bottles at his feet, and the trademark is a strong special brew two-pot head.

Picking up a cigarette butt from the ground, Yellow Crane Tower 1916, is the cigarette that Lao Niu smoked. There are disposable chopsticks and cups scattered on the table, and there are uneaten leftovers in the cups and plates.

What made Lu Zheng the most strange was that there was a black gourd bottle poured in the center of the table, and if you took a closer look at it with the light of your mobile phone, the glaze of this gourd bottle was as black as ink, very smooth, similar to a wine gourd, and there was an ear on the left and right sides of the gourd's waist.

The gourd bottle was empty, and it was barely emptied, dripping out a drop of milky white liquid.

The owl, which was pinched by Lu Zheng, saw this drop of liquid, and immediately stretched his neck to lean over, sucked it into his mouth, smashed it and said, "Don't waste it." ”

"You know?"

The owl replied, "They all call this ambergris, but there is spiritual power in it." It's been a long time since I've drunk it, but unfortunately it's only a drop. ”

Ambergris with spiritual powers?

Could this be the tonic that they have been able to survive to this day by replenishing their spiritual power?

"Ahh......h

The white fox, who was sniffing around, suddenly sneezed, and came to his senses: "Engong, come and see." ”

There was a thin layer of white powder on the ground, and the white fox thought for a while and said, "This should be some kind of special pollen to mask the smell." They should have fled. ”

It seems that they are indeed very jealous of Lu Zheng, especially Lao Tao, who came back to life, is deeply impressed by his ice picks, these stand-in monsters, need the supplement of ambergris to barely survive, there is no extra mana to cast spells, so they can only choose to escape.

However, Lu Zheng already had a rough idea of their purpose, and he still had this owl in his hand that would remember some important information from time to time, so even if they escaped temporarily, it didn't matter.

With the gourd containing ambergris, Lu Zheng came out of the old city, sat in the car, and found a piece of red rope from the drawer, pulled the owl's wings, and planned to tie it up.

The owl struggled and cried out, "You can kill it, but you can't be dishonored." This seat is the pride of heaven, and you bind the wings of this seat, until you let this seat die. ”

"Okay, auspicious, do you want to eat stewed owl or braised owl?"

The owl was full of excitement, took the initiative to put his feet into the rope noose, and nodded, "Hurry up, tie the feet of this seat as well." ”

After tying up his wings and feet and throwing the owl in the back seat, Lu Zheng started the car and prepared to go back.

Zhang Yuanhang, this kid, is also a clue.

The car was speeding all the way, and the owl like a rice dumpling was bundled, with sadness in his eyes, and complained: "Wow, sad, the tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs, and the dragon was trapped in the shallows and was played by shrimp." ”

Lu Zheng turned his head and glared, "What did you say?"

The owl shook and held back for a long time, twisted his head out of the window, and exclaimed: "Look, there is a!" (to be continued)