One minute......

Two minutes......

Five minutes......

Ten minutes......

As time passed, Yelena's spiritual quality, which was not much stronger than ordinary people, was rapidly increasing, and gradually transforming from quantitative change to qualitative change.

When the first crystalline solid began to form in the depths of his soul, Zhang Cheng let go of it and gently pushed it onto the sofa behind him.

There is nothing more difficult, more dangerous, and equally more important for strengthening the soul than the initial condensation, and once the most important first step is taken, the rest becomes incredibly simpler.

Of course, he had spent so much energy not out of good intentions or a sudden discovery of conscience, but so that he could better communicate with Tasimma, at least not to be forced to break the connection of consciousness with a little force as before.

To put it simply, strengthening Yelena's soul is equivalent to expanding the channel behind the priestess's consciousness projection connection, allowing it to transmit more power.

Just as Zhang Cheng was about to take a closer look at the bloody mural on the wall, Mansha suddenly pushed open the door and staggered in from outside.

She was obviously a little drunk, and while carrying the coat in her hand, she walked to the sofa, lay down on all fours, and laughed nervously: "Hahahaha! Dear boss, do you know, just now two guys in the bar downstairs drugged the drink, trying to drag me into the room to do something." But they never expected that I was no longer an ordinary person, and in less than a minute, I broke their third leg. ”

"Didn't make much of a fuss, did you?" Zhang Cheng subconsciously waved his hand, dispelling the unbearable pungent smell in the surrounding air.

Although this kind of bar drugging incident was nothing new, he never understood how a guy would be willing to do anything to a woman who smelled of alcohol all over his body.

Not to mention anything else, the taste of exhalation in the mouth alone is enough to make a normal person feel nauseous and want to vomit.

"Don't worry! The two idiots were thrown out into the streets, enjoying the fiercest winds from the Atlantic. As for whether he can survive or not, it depends on the favor of the goddess of fate. Mansha cracked her mouth and smiled smugly.

"Goddess of Fate?" Zhang Cheng glanced at the raging wind outside the window, and immediately laughed and teased: "I don't think it's a matter of luck anymore, but the jurisdiction of the God of Death." With the current wind, it is difficult for even a conscious and healthy adult male to survive more than twenty minutes. ”

Mansha spread her hands nonchalantly: "It's none of my business! If you want to blame them, it's to blame them for being so bold that they dare to beat the old lady's idea." ”

"You seem to be enjoying this stressful life, but now I'm going to give you five minutes, wash your face and get your brain back to your head, and there's a very important job for you to do. Zhang Cheng commanded bluntly.

He doesn't have to ask to know that the complicated and weird pictures on the wall are not as easy to understand as they seem on the surface, so he needs a professional to interpret them.

After all, this thing is not words, and it cannot be read and understood with a good sense of language or special spells such as reading magic.

"Uhhh

Since she had her back to the wall when she entered, she didn't notice the murals that looked like they were smeared with blood, and the alcohol numbed her sense of smell, nor did she smell the strong smell of blood in the room.

"As you can see, it's a long picture that is said to contain the secrets of what gold is made of. Your mission is to decipher it before the storm is over. Remember, what I need is not that kind of vague speculation, but detailed content and evidence, get it?"

When Zhang Cheng said this, his face was full of seriousness and seriousness, and there was no joke at all.

"Understood! I'll get to work right away!"

Without saying a word, Mansha turned around and rushed into the bathroom, washed her face with cold water, and then took out her digital camera to take pictures of the pictures on the walls one by one, ready to send them to experts specializing in Inca civilization research to decipher together.

At the same time, Yelena, who had fallen into a semi-coma due to unbearable pain, finally regained consciousness and slowly opened her eyes and stared at her hands.

In about ten seconds, a silver-white soul power began to emerge out of thin air, crushing the lamp on the table with a thud.

She was visibly startled by the power she had just gained, and muttered to herself, a little incoherently, "I...... What's wrong with me! My brain is messed up! My head hurts!"

"Calm down! Your soul has only evolved and it will take a while to get used to. But rest assured, neither your memory nor your consciousness have changed. Close your eyes and think about who you are and why you faint suddenly. Zhang Cheng reminded expressionlessly.

"I ...... I'm Yelena...... I'm a spy...... I...... I made a deal with you!Damn!I've remembered!" Yelena jumped up from the couch, trembling up and down involuntarily.

Because in her memory, the part occupied by Tasima still remains, even the content of the conversation between the two.

You must know that the killing of gods is a bit too exciting for a young girl who has not yet come into contact with the underground world.

Feeling the fear and struggle in the other party's heart, Zhang Cheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, stepped forward and said meaningfully in his ear: "It seems that your potential is quite good, and you can restore the chaotic memory to normal in such a short period of time." I suppose you are so clever that you should know that there are things that can be said and those things that need to be kept in your mind forever, right?"

"When...... Of course!BOSS!" Yelena nodded desperately.

She knew that even the slightest hesitation could be silenced.

"Great! I just have something you need to do. Here's a check, I've signed it, and you can buy this hotel for me. ”

"Buy this hotel?!" Yelena took the blank check, her mouth wide open in surprise.

"Yes, not only to buy this hotel, but also to take you on a trip to Peru in search of a young girl of true Inca roots. Zhang Cheng said his next plan without thinking.

The reason why I bought this hotel is to keep the weird murals on the wall, otherwise sooner or later it will be discovered by the hotel staff, which will cause unnecessary confusion and trouble.

As the saying goes, any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem.

He didn't mind trading hundreds of millions of dollars for some important information he craved.

And the young girl who is looking for Inca blood is naturally to fulfill her promise, as for whether the other party will be devoured after being occupied, or temporarily lose control of her body, it is not something he is interested in.

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