The white moon, the scarlet moon, the black magatama!

In the pupil of his left eye, there was a crimson eyeball, beautiful like blood, and in the center of the pupil, a monochrome pitch-black hook jade was slowly rotating, dark and deep, like ink like jade. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Beautiful!

Qin Hao opened his eyes, looked up at the full moon in the sky, and said with a foolish admiration in his mouth.

"Ding!"

"Writing wheel eye transplantation..."

"Testing."

"Ding, transplant failure, rejection."

"Ding, unknown factors are interfering. Transplant successful! ”

"Testing. Monocular transplantation, development rate 17%. ”

"Uchiha bloodline awakening failed!"

At the same time, a series of information quickly poured into Qin Hao's mind, making Qin Hao's face change several times.

"Sharingan (Pupil of Mental Reflection): The Eye of Indra, the Pupil of Sin, has all kinds of mysterious powers, unique to the Uchiha bloodline.

Those who have the eyes of the writing wheel will be cursed with an unchangeable fate while gaining great power! ”

"Beginner Writing Wheel Eye: The current development level is 17%, and when the development level is 100%, the current full ability of the eye is obtained.

The existing capabilities are as follows:

1. Dynamic vision: Strong dynamic capture ability, which can observe and capture the trajectory of the opponent's movement. At that stage, the agility of the dynamic capture limit target did not exceed 17% of itself.

2. Observation: By observing the enemy's movements, there is a certain probability of analyzing the opponent's intentions. (This probability depends on the level of the writing wheel, the degree of development, and the dynamic vision.) ）

3. Portrayal of all physical movements (non-special) that can be captured with the eyes can be copied by self-practice. (The amount of time it takes to decide on the level of the wheel eye and the current level of development.) ）

..。。

Retracting his mind, Qin Hao repeatedly and carefully filtered the messy information in his mind, and found that one of the most important pieces of information was the degree of development.

It can be said that in addition to the strength of the writing wheel eye is linked to the level, the most important factor is the degree of development.

"I failed to awaken the bloodline of the Uchiha, so my primary writing wheel eye can only be developed to 50% at most, which means that it only has half of the power of the real primary writing wheel eye, or less than half."

"However, this is not a problem, I am only 17% of the development level now, and I will find a way to increase it to the top value of 50% first."

And how to improve, this time the information also generously gave a rough hint, Qin Hao already had a draft in his heart.

"Sure enough, there is no doubt about the strength of the writing wheel, just a beginner, does it have three abilities!"

Although from the text, it doesn't seem to have an offensive ability to interpret, but from the perspective of a professional player, this is much more terrifying than one or two pure attack skills, which is simply superimposed on all skills and attributes with a buff effect, the improvement is all-round, and the later it gets, the more terrible the buff effect becomes.

Not to mention, the kind of unparalleled growth and development potential revealed in this, Qin Hao could even vaguely guess how much these three abilities would become in the later stage with the promotion and development of the writing wheel.

Perfectly capture every little move of the enemy, 100% predict the next move of the enemy, and even copy every move of the opponent in advance?

Know-it-all!

These four words flashed in Qin Hao's mind, making him feel irrepressibly excited in his heart.

After a short period of yy, Qin Hao returned to reality, no matter how broad and beautiful the prospect of Writing Wheel Eye is, it is only a rudimentary level at the moment, and the development degree is only a pitiful 17%.

"According to the extra information and pictures in my mind, the primary writing wheel eye is also very powerful, but how to do it, I still need to find a chance to test it, in order to have a personal experience!"

The corners of his mouth opened up in an icy arc, Qin Hao took out a handful of pitch-black kunai from the package, and continued to walk towards the depths of the ore vein.

Unconsciously, the night passed, and Qin Hao walked out of 30 miles slowly.

The moon sets, and the sun rises.

To the south of Qingyun Sect, an abandoned ore vein stretched nearly 40 miles from the ground all the way forward, and when it reached the end, there was a huge pothole.

Above the pit are rows of stone houses, which are not planned, but built haphazardly not far from the pit.

The stone houses were small bungalows, scattered in hundreds, most of them solitary houses, which were used by the coolies who had been mining in the first place, and occasionally some two-story stone houses with small courtyards, which were not to mention the overseers of higher status.

At this moment, Qin Hao was standing in front of one of the small courtyards.

Gently touching the stone and soil on the courtyard wall, there was some decay and dilapidation, Qin Hao estimated that this place should have been abandoned for at least 10 years.

Pushing open the wooden door panel, it was naturally a cloud of dust again, Qin Hao stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and walked towards the stone house.

A bronze lock was hung on the door of the stone house, Qin Hao pulled it slightly, then pulled the lock off, threw it aside, pushed the door open, and a musty breath rushed to his face inside.

Qin Hao couldn't dodge, he was pounced by the dust, he coughed twice, dusted off the dust on his body, looked around again, and after confirming that he was the only one here, he walked into the stone house with confidence.

There was nothing in the room, just tattered tables, chairs, and benches, staggered, covered with thick dust, and some cobwebs, but there was no spider in sight.

The ladder between the first and second floors was wooden, and as soon as Qin Hao stepped on it, it made a creaking and squeaky sound, and he walked quickly over and walked up to the second floor.

The room on the left is slightly smaller, with some hoes, shovels and other miscellaneous items piled up in it, like a storage room.

There was a wooden bed near the window of the house on the right, Qin Hao walked over indifferently, and he didn't dislike the dust piled up on the bed, so he sat on it, leaned against the wall, and looked out through the window with a pair of eyes.

Blood and dust were mixed together, and the night had already dried on his face, and his whole body was like black charcoal, dirty, only a pair of eyes were unusually bright and clear.

One is black and white, and the other is red with black, quietly looking at the deserted scenery outside, giving people an extremely strange feeling.

He sat on the bed like a sculpture, and if it weren't for the breath on his body and the movement of his eyes from time to time, anyone who saw him would have thought that he was a dead man.

And at his feet, a dense pile of black insects, which also appeared at some point, were lining up, making a rustling sound, and heading downstairs.

Soon the sight of looking out of the window appeared, like a tide, and quickly spread out in all directions.

"I wonder if anyone will chase after here?"

Qin Hao muttered quietly, his left index finger unconsciously tapped the side of the bed, and next to his fingertips, there was something that looked like both an invitation and a nameplate.

The nameplate is surrounded by some strange and complicated patterns, which wrap the entire nameplate, emitting a faint cold light in the sun, and in the middle of the cold light, the three big characters in the center of the nameplate are reflected "no longer cut".