When Ge Zhangjiao, Tao Youning, and the other two elders stood together in the small secret room, the faces of several people could not be said to be happy or sad. Happily, this ancestor's life and soul have finally stabilized, but the worry is that I don't know where to find it.

Maoshan has been in charge of teaching for so many generations, and this Wang Ju does not know his whereabouts, and no other generation has ever experienced this phenomenon, but now it has changed suddenly, for some reason, Ge Zhangjiao always feels a little apprehensive in his heart.

Tao Mengchu, who was standing on the side, also saw the scene in front of him, and couldn't help beating the drum in his heart, he had been by Gu Yaopan's side for a while, and he occasionally heard her mention the original matter, but he was also puzzled. Now that he saw the flame of the natal flame lamp intensifying, his first reaction was that he should quickly tell Gu Yaopan.

Gu Yaopan didn't know about these things that happened here in the main hall, she was thinking about what Rong Wengui had just said about finding out if there was such a person. It seems that everything is now stuck in one place, and there are no more superfluous clues to check.

And Rong Wengui on the other end also fell silent when he saw Gu Yaopan's answer, looked at the screen for a long time, and suddenly turned off the screen, stood up and left the office. Zhou Fu, who was about to open the door to report to him, was stunned, not understanding where he wanted to go with a straight face.

Rong Wengui didn't go far, but went straight upstairs, walked into his bedroom, closed the door and went straight into the bathroom, turned on the switch of the washbasin and poured a handful of cold water on his face, letting the cold water stimulate his whole body to the point that his hairs stood up, and then he exhaled heavily.

The angular man in the mirror was looking at him viciously, and there was some anger in his eyes, and some sourness from nowhere, which was incompatible with his own personality, and this resentment that was incompatible with his own personality made him angry with himself.

"What do you want?" Rong Wengui looked at the person in the mirror fiercely, as if he was hallucinating, and he felt that the person in the mirror actually looked at him with a wry smile.

"It's not what I want, it's what you want, you're me, I'm you!

A voice from nowhere sounded in Jung Moon-gyu's head, causing him a headache, and he even thought a little absurdly: Could it be that even in broad daylight, he will hallucinate?

"It's not an illusion. ”

The voice continued:

"Have you forgotten? The spirit rune you put in Yaopan's sword? How happy you used to be with the feeling of the aura washing over your body! Although you suffered a little backlash when the sword was destroyed later, you actually want to have the same power as them, don't you? Then why don't you take your power back?"

Rong Wengui looked at himself in the mirror with a hideous face, clenched his fists, suppressed the urge to smash the face in front of him with a punch, and his arms were bruised.

was pierced by this voice, and the expression on Rong Wengui's face was a little embarrassed, but for a moment, his expression became firm again, looking at the appearance of the person in the mirror, a thoughtful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said coldly:

"What are your intentions when you want me to cultivate those things that you say I wrote down myself? Don't prevaricate me with the words I am you, you know, I won't believe this reason. ”

I don't know if I was shocked by Rong Wengui's stubborn appearance, and the voice paused for a long time before it sounded again, and the voice was full of helplessness.

"Well, I can't help if you don't believe me, but I think you can look at what is written on the wall of the cave and then speak. It's okay if you don't believe what I say, but your memory will tell you. That's all I say, you can do it yourself!"

After these words, the voice never appeared again, and Rong Wengui looked at himself in the mirror in the bathroom with a wooden face, patrolling his face every inch of it, from the thick eyebrows to the high bridge of the nose to the thin lips with a slight redden, as if he had never seen it before.

After a long time, he wiped his face and walked out of the bathroom.

It's still the same night, it's still the same cave.

When Rong Wengui opened his eyes again and saw this strange and unexpected place, he felt inexplicably relieved in his heart, as if a long-awaited stone had finally landed, even if it was a little painful to smash in his heart, but the dust had finally settled.

He was still vigilant enough to his surroundings, and this time, the cyan figure did not appear, but there was a stalagmite at the bottom of the stone cave, making a "ticking" sound one after another, as if the time was being timed regularly and clearly.

With the experience of the last time, this time Rong Wengui was not so nervous, and when his eyes fell on the stone wall, the words of the cyan figure echoed in his mind again, urging him in his heart like a demon, urging him to come forward and find out.

Rong Wengui stood up, walked down from the stone bed, stood in front of the stone wall, and looked cautiously at the words on the stone wall. Although he didn't admit it in his mouth, the words spoken by the cyan figure still left a mark on his heart, and when he subconsciously looked at the words on the stone wall, a lingering sense of familiarity took root in his heart, so that he could no longer ignore it.

"The number of Dayan is fifty, and there are nine ...... of its use of forty"

Rong Wengui subconsciously read out, and then suddenly said: "This is Zhou Yi......!

The further down he read, the more fine the cold sweat on Rong Wengui's back became. He knew every word here, and as he read it back, a stronger and stronger sense of familiarity came out of his heart, so much so that he felt that if he continued to read it, he was afraid that he would be able to recite the inscription on the back of his head well with his eyes closed.

And as he chanted, a strange force also gushed out of his body, and this gradually obvious movement was like a little mouse poking its head out of a corner, scurrying and scurrying in his body, bringing one subtle stream of heat after another.

"Reiki?"

Rong Wengui stopped chanting, lowered his head and looked at his palm, the small stream of heat shuttled through the various meridians of his palm, as if he had been awakened after sleeping for a long time, although fragile, but it was a real existence.

For a while, Rong Wengui couldn't tell whether he was surprised, happy, or worried. He admitted that he wanted to gain the same strength as Gu Yaopan and Tao Mengchu, so that he could have the ability to do more things and contribute more strength to the family and country he loved.

But when this ability was acquired in such a strange way, he didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse.

"Let's take one step at a time!"

Rong Wengui clenched his palms, feeling the comfort of being nourished by the aura in his body, and said to himself secretly in his heart.