Undoubtedly, Zhang Cheng is obviously more inclined to obtain some useful information through lower-level channels than to directly read those things that have been deliberately retained.

Although most of this information is more than second-processed, and even some of it is simply unreliable, it is much better than being misled.

To know first-hand information often means to build an understanding of the whole spiritual world in your heart, and if this step is wrong, then it will continue to be wrong.

Although it is not impossible to change back, it will inevitably take many detours.

Therefore, Zhang Cheng would rather sift through the countless complicated and cumbersome information that he thinks is useful little by little, rather than contact the ruler of the city too early.

Just as he patiently read the copied memory fragments, a violent fluctuation of mental power suddenly came from in the distance.

Obviously, a fierce battle broke out somewhere in the Dark Alley District, and that powerful force could be clearly felt even from afar.

"What's going on over there?" Zhang Cheng casually threw away a memory that didn't have much value, and raised his head to ask the creature with a beautiful female face not far away.

The latter hesitated slightly, and quickly responded: "It's an intruder! This is the fourth time he has attacked the Dark Alley District in recent times, plundering the spiritual power of those weak. ”

"Intruder?" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise.

After all, Dark Alley was originally a hunting ground, and apart from the few dominant guys in front of him, no one else regarded it as a home, or a place to live forever.

Since they are not regarded as writers, there will naturally be no sense of identity or regional identity and cohesion, anyone can enter the dark alley, and they can leave at any time, and there should be no such words as "invaders" at all.

"That's right, intruder!" the creature with the beautiful female face nodded slightly. "He's just like you, all of a sudden in the city. From what we've got, it seems that he made some kind of deal with the Lord of Morlock, allowing them to access the memory bank to read the ancient memories and find answers to certain questions. ”

"Memory bank?!" Zhang Cheng's pupils suddenly contracted when he heard this word.

Because of this familiar behavior, he suddenly remembered an old friend, a self who also broke his hands to achieve his goal.

"What, you're also interested in memory banks?" The crystal-like creature seemed to sense something, and floated forward slightly.

Zhang Chengyi glanced at the other party's language with deep taste, and shrugged his shoulders casually: "I'm not interested, I'm just curious." Can you tell me a little bit about the memory bank and the intruder?

"A memory bank, as the name suggests, is a place where memories are stored.

No one knows how long Lord Morlock has lived, let alone how many powerful enemies he has killed, and the memories of these enemies he killed are preserved intact in the memory bank.

So if you want to gain knowledge, or a clue to some ancient secret, the memory bank is your only option.

But there is a small problem, the lord is not a generous fellow, on the contrary, he is so stingy that he will never let go of any opportunity to reap the benefits.

So if you want to get into the memory bank, you'll have to come up with something that makes Morlock feel super valuable in exchange.

As for the intruder, all I know is that he has a companion.

In the beginning, neither of them was strong, and it could even be said that they were quite weak.

But for some reason, since entering the memory bank, he has become more powerful than before every time he appears.

Now those cannon fodder on the periphery are already a little helpless against him. ”

As he said this, the crystal-like creature shimmered with two different colors of light all over its body.

It may be an emotional swing, or it may be the activation of some unknown ability, but it is not the same as the flesh and blood, more like it was created by man than by nature.

At least, so far, no second similar life form has been encountered in the spirit world.

"......I see," Zhang Cheng had a thoughtful expression on his face, and then nodded with a smile. "Well, it seems necessary for me to meet with this intruder and ask him if he knows what I'm looking for. ”

The words just fell!

He threw down the memory fragments piled up on the table and walked straight to the place where the battle had taken place.

After about ten minutes, a familiar figure finally appeared at the end of the gloomy alley.

I saw that the slightly tired primordial was raising his head, gulping in on the spiritual power scattered around him, and with each sip, he would squint his eyes in enjoyment.

When the last bit of spiritual power was also absorbed, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and muttered to himself: "No matter what kind of world you are in, the increase in strength is always pleasant. In particular, that incomparable pleasure is incomparable to any spiritual and material enjoyment. ”

"Are you addicted?!"

Finding out that it was an old acquaintance, Zhang Cheng immediately walked out of the corner, revealing undisguised surprise in his tone.

Because he had also felt that kind of taste, he knew very well what kind of adverse reactions would occur when he devoured spiritual power frequently for a long time.

"It's you?!You're here too!" The Initiator was visibly startled, but quickly relaxed after seeing the true face of the comer.

Although they are both rivals of each other, cooperation is undoubtedly more attractive than confrontation in the current environment.

"Yes, it's me. To answer my question, are you addicted?" Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed with a deep light.

The Initiator hurriedly shook his head and denied, "No! it's not an addiction, I'm just kind of enjoying the feeling of getting stronger and stronger. ”

“......”

Zhang Cheng didn't speak, just stared into the other party's eyes, and after a full minute, he said in an affirmative tone: "No! you are addicted, immersed in that kind of spiritual unparalleled pleasure and can't extricate yourself." If I'm not mistaken, that old friend of yours must have never taken psychic power, but only drew a little bit of nourishment from you to sustain his existence, right?"

"What do you want to express?" the Initiator subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

What I want to say is...... You've fallen into a trap before you know it. Seriously recall, you will soon understand. ”

"Damn! It's him! He's been seducing us from the beginning!"

"Who is he?"

"It's Morlock!"