It was a quiet night.

Also a quiet room.

There is a not-so-pungent scent in the air that tastes absolutely weird.

On the side of the couch, there are one, two, three organisms with a muddy and rhythmic breathing sound, and it can be judged from the sound that one of the organisms is breathing a little heavily, like a hundred mice drilled in the bellows, and it has to use all its strength to make a cycle of exhalation and inhalation.

The room should be very large, in the dark environment, it can only be estimated that it is about four or five hundred square meters, and the height is about five or six meters.

There are strings of swarthy things hanging on the beams, this is air-dried bacon?

Zhang Yang quickly judged that although he had lurked on the side of the criminal clan before, it was the first time that he had come with the main consciousness.

And through Fang Cai's several advent failures, it is enough to prove that those trumpets are either dead, or some kind of unforeseen misfortune has happened.

But even so, it's not too bad.

Sinking his mind, Zhang Yang's small body seemed to fall into a deep sleep, and Zhang Yang's subjective consciousness quickly began to consult all kinds of information.

"Wait? This is a kid?"

Zhang Yang was slightly stunned, the information mobilized from this body was very monotonous, and very brief, through the judgment of intelligence, this is equivalent to a child of seven or eight years old.

"Slab Brick 7 was launched. ”

In Zhang Yang's main consciousness, a faint energy fluctuation jumped, and then quickly formed a brick village building order only the size of a grain of rice, which can be regarded as a personal terminal developed and manufactured by him, and this thing can help him sort out a lot of messy information.

After about ten minutes, the information that had been put together appeared line by line.

"Soul Seed 09 lurker. ”

"Time of infiltration: 400 years ago. ”

"Successful infiltration: 180 years ago. ”

"Number of incubation successes: four. ”

"Number of incubation failures: six. ”

"Current Latent Status: Low level of security. ”

"The current latent race: the witch clan, can also be the witch clan, usually can call themselves the criminal clan. ”

"Ethnic affiliation: The Witch Punishment Clan belongs to the Heavenly Dome Terran system, and has a certain kinship with most of the branch Terrans, and due to the lack of specific testing, no reproductive isolation has been found. ”

"Ethnic characteristics: walking upright, hands and feet, multiple ears, multiple eyes, multiple fingers, adult height of about five meters, light blue complexion, silvery white hair. ”

"Racial language: Witch language, deciphered. ”

"Racial talents: born with witchcraft, born with witch blood, born with witch power. ”

"Degree of racial civilization: feudal imperial level (cannot be specifically determined). ”

"The name of the latent body: transliteration - Burrow Debibi child, transliteration - torture cloth, description, the name of the commoner, the punishment is the common surname of all the criminal people, meaning the law of punishment, cloth is the meaning of cloth, representing the identity class of the latent body. ”

"Latent age: 14 years old (the rotation of heaven and earth, sun and moon for the criminal people takes six seasons, a year is equivalent to 500 days, and the criminal people need to be 20 years old to officially become adults). ”

"Latent Body Strength: Complete Soul, Legendary Realm, has awakened the Innate Witch Talent Skill Tree. ”

"Innate skills: Basic Witchcraft, Wind, Fire, Frost. ”

"Surroundings of the Lurkers: Four seasons of the year are covered in ice, with fierce demigod-level beasts and unknown spirits. ”

"Infiltrator status: Ordinary civilians. ”

"What the lurkers need to do in the future (according to their parents' daily conversations): Awaken the witch blood, you can get a leaf of true spirit, and then you can awaken the intermediate witch and become a decent witch, instead of awakening the magic power and become a sloppy 'die fast', note: this may be a dialect. ”

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The lines of information disappeared, and the flamboyant subjective consciousness resurfaced and took full control of the body.

This is not a crossing of the dove occupying the magpie's nest, so he will not do such unskilled things.

The specific process is that he first released the true spirit seed, slowly penetrated through the Heavenly Dao Enchantment of the Torture Clan, randomly floated in this world, and then continued to absorb the power of the indigenous souls that wandered here, and gradually transformed into the indigenous souls that were highly suitable for here, and then, reincarnated, and born.

All in all, this body has been a flamboyant trumpet from birth.

"This start is very low-end, the identity of ordinary civilians, and the area where it is located is a bitter cold place, no wonder the No. 09 soul seed has been successfully reincarnated four times in a row without getting much information. ”

Zhang Yang thought very calmly, he had encountered a lot of such situations, so he only needed to show some talent next, and then go to the more core of this world after becoming an adult, and there was a high probability that he would be able to observe some important intelligence information in a few decades to a hundred years.

Thinking like this, he also began to feel a little sleepy, after all, this body had just consumed a lot of money to extract Brick No. 7.

But suddenly, Zhang Yang's heart moved, but it was because he heard the breathing of the oldest and most turbid creature in the room, and suddenly stopped.

According to previous memories, the identity of this creature is Xingbu's uncle, Xingmi, a warrior of power who is known in the villages and towns here, well, this is the so-called scruffy 'death fast'.

"This should be respiratory arrest, but my cheap uncle is only eighty years old this year, although he is not a young and strong stick guy, and he is injured, but after all, it is also an awakened witch power, how can there be a possibility of sudden death?"

Zhang Yang quickly recalled the scene on weekdays, but he didn't get up, just listened calmly, and after about a few minutes, he heard the throat of the cheap uncle Xingmi, and he seemed to be alive again.

At this time, an inexplicable cold aura suddenly spread, Zhang Yang immediately turned over, and when he rolled to the ground, he took advantage of the momentum and rolled out three or four meters, until he hit a thick pillar before stopping, almost at the same time, he couldn't help but shiver, as if something had penetrated into his veins, making him stiff all over, and even his heartbeat and breathing were stagnant.

"Ava's Fire!"

At the last moment, Zhang Yang spat out a string of obscure syllables, but it was the fire-calling technique in the basic witchcraft that this latent body had already mastered.

"Bang!"

A fist-sized red flame appeared out of thin air, but it was not an unstable flame, but it seemed to be tamed, and it could be reshaped.

"Ava's Eye!"

The basic witch word sounded again, and the flame instantly turned into a flame eye the size of a human head, rising to the highest point of the house, and automatically began to shine.

And the whole room brightened up.

Under such a fiery eye, the feeling of being frozen finally subsided, and Zhang Yang only saw a shadow quickly reced, as if it had never happened.

There were already a lot of footsteps outside the room, but it was the basic witch words that Zhang Yang had just shouted that alarmed the others.

"I have to change my plan, the world of the criminal clan has been entangled in cursed filth so quickly, and the future is not very optimistic. ”

With such thoughts, Zhang Yang rolled his eyes and passed out directly, well, his body and soul were still too weak, and only two basic witch words overdrew his strength.