Outside, the snow began to fall again and again, and there was no wind, and it still fell in a hurry, and it seemed that it would not stop for a short time. --Phoenix-Dance-Literature-Learning-Net--

After six hours of adequate sleep, Luo Ling had naturally woken up at this moment. At 5:10 a.m., on the instrument table of the command vehicle, there was an electronic watch with fluorescent green showing the time.

Xing Juan, Xiaoqing, and Xiaozi were sleeping sweetly, and Luo Ling could not only confirm this from their steady breathing and thin snoring, but also know their state from their heartbeat rate.

Luo Ling knew that during the time he left, Xing Juan's nerves were even tighter than his own. Worry, anxiety, crankiness, such emotions will unconsciously gain the upper hand over time, until they see him come back safe and sound, only to gradually calm down, naturally, before due to hyperactivity and overdraft, there will be mental exhaustion, they do need more sleep.

"I won't do this, because my heart is already hardened like a sketch painted with fresh watercolor, and I have completely lost the vivid color of oil painting, and I can only find a vivid impression from the shades of carbon and lead depictions."

In the dark, Luo Ling's gaze stared at the bed board on the top bunk a little hollowly. His mind went back to the battle not long ago. Memory chewing, this is one of his personal habits, on the battlefield, what is needed is to make a decisive decision on the spot, and to be decisive in killing, and to taste afterwards, you can see the subtleties and gain insight into the deep machine, whether it is for self-reflection or to clarify the context of the incident, it is very beneficial.

After immersing yourself in a certain state, time always flies. A burst of light music sounded, and the four fluorescent lights embedded in the cabin automatically lit up, "It's 7 o'clock in the morning......", and the adjusted wake-up time has begun to wake people up.

This is not a suitable era for laziness, Luo Ling is still considerate of her own woman, but she will not use choices such as sleeping more lazily to make his wife happy. Wake up, do a few sets of soft gymnastics to exercise your body, wash up, eat breakfast...... Like every ordinary morning, the people of the Luo family have become accustomed to such a fixed project arrangement, and no one has any doubts about it, and everything is carried out under a tacit understanding.

After breakfast, Xing Juan will carry out the meditation practice of the practitioner, Xiaoqing and Xiaozi also have something to do, after adding a lot of physical exercise, they will use the command car equipped with AI system instruments and equipment to learn the relevant theories of medical doctors and snipers. Before the professional talent of the two is determined, this is the most basic knowledge, and for the two sisters who have been exposed to firearms and combat equipment and related artifacts for a long time, it is easier and faster to learn this knowledge.

"The company's people arrived at around 21 o'clock last night, presumably the focus of the whole night was on the search inside the Sandi Cave, and during the day today, it was a search outside the cave and its surroundings, in order to find some valuable clues. And by the evening, when the search is complete and the patience is exhausted, it will leave. With such simple logical reasoning, Luo Ling felt that today would be a rare idle day.

It is true that lunch was prepared very early, and Luo Ling also showed his cooking skills a little, so it was much more hearty than usual. After dinner, take a nap, and in the afternoon, it's a leisurely time to drink a little wine and talk about the adventures in the lower three stacks of caves. At night, I warmed up with my wives, mainly because the problem of Xing Juan, Xiaoqing and Xiaozi's weak physique had been solved, and it was almost time for them, Luo Ling's original intention was to be slept together, taking advantage of the crampedness here, just to let the sisters get used to the feeling of intimacy in front of everyone'. Of course, Luo Ling didn't really ask for the two sisters, the single beds and bunk beds here were too sloppy.

On the day, Luo Ling did not leave Tianmen Gorge with the command car in the posture of a vine spider, but returned to the upper level of the Sandi Cave alone. He now has a complete grasp of the Temple of the Dead, and can open the passage to the Temple whenever and wherever he wants. Unlike the half-planes created by mages and anchored to the main plane, the Temple of the Dead, as well as the 'world', are artificially created folded spatial gaps. The latter is much more complex than the former because it is more accommodating and functional.

After getting the method of using 'Tianxia' from Panjiao, Luo Ling was already able to use this treasure more flexibly than before. One of the new features is the entrance switch, which means that after operation, the green passage can be entered into another space entirely, unlike before, which can only be a demon hall. Naturally, the premise is that there is a second independent space in the world.

Now, naturally, the Temple of the Dead is the first switchable option. Opening the Temple of the Dead from the inside of the world, the artifact 'Tianxia' perfectly encompasses the existence of the Temple of the Dead. However, the Temple of the Dead can be used normally in the world, and it cannot exist in a foldable state, which is the basic law of space folding, that is, it cannot be folded in folding. Therefore, the Temple of the Dead, which is not inferior in area to the Demon Temple, has normally divided up a large space within the world.

After the switch function, pass through the green light flowing space door again, and the first thing you will arrive at will be the Void Corridor. --Phoenix-Dance-Literature-Learning-Net--The Void Corridor is like a large circular glass pipe, and all you see is the void when you see it up and down. It is an over-bridging existence, and the condition for this is that the switchable space must have its own complete energy-enclosed entrance. Under the action of Panjiao, the Demon Hall added a golden liquid light gate, and refused Luo Ling's ordinary visit. The Temple of the Dead itself possessed a silver liquid light gate, and Luo Ling was in complete control of its ownership, with no restrictions on entry and exit.

Luo Ling stepped forward and entered the 'world'. Now he only has the right to use the 'Tianxia' equivalent to poerusers, and when he, the only temporary user, enters, the spatial door will condense and close, but it will not disappear completely, but will turn into a point of light the size of a grain of rice, which will be used as a credential for the 'Tianxia' to record the spatial coordinates independently. When one day, Luo Ling will completely own this artifact, reach the highest administrators, and the spatial coordinates after the door is closed will be recorded by the owner, at that time, it will really be said that the possibility of finding it will be completely lost.

The second time he entered the Temple of the Dead, Luo Ling did not become a little more tolerant because he had already seen the situation here once. Although it was already his territory, Luo Ling didn't like it very much.

The dome, the ground, the pillars, here the basic material that makes up the hall are all bones, not stones. 2 meters square, Luo Ling didn't know where the builders found such a huge and flat bone fragment to repair this hall, and he was not interested in guessing how many giant beasts were killed to complete the collection of building materials for such a grand building. He just felt that this was really not an ideal place for cultivation because of his personal taste.

In this large hall, the color of the bones is not white, but dark gray, and there are countless small pits, as if they are the product of loose bones, but looking like that, they have more fossil characteristics. When I hit or step on it, I realized that I still underestimated its hardness, because the sound sounded crisp and closer to the sound of metal.

The main halls seem to be large spinning workshops, each of which is huge and empty, and the corridors connecting these halls are squeezed into short and thick fat buckets, which look more like a wall of bone with excessive thickness.

There was not a single light in the deep temple of the dead, but it was not dark on the surface, on the contrary, the hall was much brighter than the demon hall. This brightness comes from the viscous, bubbling green liquid of the large and small, square and round, even strangely shaped ponds made of bones. In Luo Ling's opinion, the liquid was even more disgusting than the rotten liquid of the dark rot ball that Zhang Min had thrown. It's like a collection of slimy phlegm from countless carrioning corpses, if they can still spit.

From Moggug, I learned that just like the function of the magma pools of the Demon Temple, these pools of putrid liquid are important facilities that connect the negative energy plane in some mysterious way. The putrid liquid is like an electrolyte, providing enough dark rot energy for the temple of the dead, and it is these liquids that illuminate the forest green like a large floor lamp. These liquids are said to be the basic substances produced after the complete dissolution of life, and are called 'stock solutions' by undead practitioners, and are rare items that can breed more of the same substance when cultivated properly, even if it is only a 10-ounce vial, it is said to be invaluable.

"I seem to be a super-rich person, but I don't have a corresponding consumer base. It seems that I should immigrate to the biochemical planet, or that it would be lucrative to devote myself to the cause of the death of the planet. Luo Ling walked briskly on the straight avenue of bone fragments, looking at the pool of raw liquid emitting green smoke in the distance and near away, and relieved his boredom with cold jokes.

The green mist in the air did not feel wet, but more like some kind of dust, gloomy, cold, but dry, like a winter night in the desert of death, so that anyone in this environment instinctively despaired of the existence of life.

You don't need to smell it at all, as if the stench of the sneakers worn by Hong Kong feet will go straight to your nose after another ten or eight years. Luo Ling didn't know if he would be assimilated by this peculiar smell like pickles if he stayed here a little longer, but he was sure that Mogguge would definitely have nothing to do with body fragrance.

Rather than a garbage dump, Luo Ling prefers to use the torture room and the slaughterhouse to describe the Temple of the Dead, because when Luo Ling opened it, its main purpose seemed to be for this purpose.

Hook-locked metal chains that emit a dark glow can be seen everywhere here, and a large part of them are suspended above the pool of rotten liquid, some are long and some are short, some are thick and some are thin, and the hooks at the end of the chain are also divided into more than a dozen categories, which are used to hang corpses and soak them in the pool, not only for people, but also for others.

In the open space between the rot pool and the rot pool, all kinds of utensils such as nail holders, hand axes, blood vessels, scalpels, hand circular saws, and desks are stacked neatly, quietly releasing the cold light there. Around it, a patchy black-red stain is often common, and sometimes even changes the color of the entire floor or desk. It was dried blood, and over the years, it was not as shocking as it was back then, but it passed on the content of 'qualifications' to everyone who saw it. Luo Ling believed that as long as there was enough labor, this Temple of the Dead could completely handle more than 10,000 corpses at the same time. It was the first time in his life that he had encountered such a spectacular slaughterhouse, or crematorium, and a factory for the dead.

"'Let us all be dead!' At least, we won't die again. Is that what the Temple of the Dead is trying to convey? Or is it because it is also for economic benefits and to make better use of the site, so there is such a perverted temple? ”

"I understand the nature of dark rot energy to produce this rotten, foul-smelling, distorted, cold effect, but why do we have to build such a noisy place as a dead man's assembly plant to deepen this effect?" What Luo Ling can't understand is here, aside from the function and some essential influences, beautification and transformation is the element that should be referred to when building, right? It's not a movie, I'm afraid people don't know that this is a devil's cave. Can't you be a little creative, imaginative, and engage in packaging? Could it be that after cultivating the power of dark decay, the aesthetic will also be distorted to the point that he likes to go to the old-fashioned public toilet where flies fly around to practice? Perverted enough to think that such an arrangement can embody the true meaning of death?

"My master, you are not an undead, so you don't understand the thoughts of the undead. There are still too many emotional impurities left in your soul, and yours is too fresh. "Mogguge is one of the few existences so far that can directly communicate with Luo Ling with spirit. Luo Ling felt that this was a symbol of ability, at least proving that his spiritual power and skills were unique. However, Moggug disagreed, saying that time had made him forget any language, so he could only choose this way of communication, which was never related to vividness, and could only judge the meaning by words.

"Maybe you're right. I know that I am not a law, and even if I am a law, there is more than one law that makes up thousands of worlds, so it is harsh to judge the rights and wrongs of others with my own eyes. I'm just venting a little, like someone who paid for a three-bedroom apartment, only to find out that he was crappy everywhere. ”

Luo Ling is walking through a small square covering an area of about 3,000 square meters at the moment. To be precise, it should be a small square in the past. Because now the square is occupied by the instrument table of Moggug. All kinds of crucible loopholes, flasks, beakers, tools and molds are all displayed here, like a messy waste recycling station.

This is the laboratory that Moggug later opened himself. Luo Ling didn't know where he had gotten these most of these crude-looking vessels. According to Moggug himself, the prototypes of these tools were mostly trophies scavenged from the enemy. Transformation, accumulated over the years, is just that. However, Luo Ling didn't believe it, unless he was a chemical instrument dealer who accidentally broke into here with the fake and shoddy experimental instruments he ordered for all the primary and secondary schools in a certain city, otherwise, to achieve this level of accumulation, it would be open 24 hours a day for three to five hundred years, and it might not be enough to collect.

Behind the square was a semicircular thirteen bone steps, on which there was an object that also made Luo Ling feel unimaginative, the throne, the throne of white bones, the back was ribbed, and the armrest was a pair of skulls. On the throne, there is a pair of silver rings engraved with spells, one ring is set in the other, the inside is horizontal, the outside is vertical, never stopping, the "Code of the Dead" was originally placed in this suspended magic ring, and now it is still there, Luo Ling feels that it is appropriate to put it there.

Moggug sat in the throne of bones, and his posture was a bit like a muddy beach, not very elegant.

"You look like you're recovering well."

"It's about three days before you can move around freely. Thank you for your kindness, and know that this seat should be yours. ”

Luo Ling waved his hand, "I'm not in a hurry to feel what it's like to sit on it. I'm here to talk to you about the corpse. But this question is also not urgent. I suddenly felt that it was necessary to understand your mentality, because I am a time-conscious person, and I hope to be able to quickly get through the run-in period, and make our cooperation with each other tacit as soon as possible, so as to improve work efficiency. At the same time, I don't want your 1,000 years to be too painful. ”

"You are merciful."

Luo Ling smiled, did not admit it, and did not deny it. Mogguge is right, Luo Ling is very benevolent, like a modern entrepreneurial boss, he knows how to understand his subordinates in order to better squeeze.

Luo Ling decided to hand over the initiative of this conversation to the other party, and asked, "Where do we start?" ”

"I beg your pardon, my master, time has made me forget how to market myself in all its entirety, and even forget most of what has nothing to do with necromancy. I'm not sure if I'm a research freak who doesn't care about anything outside of necromancy, or a madman who doesn't know what to do, like he has epilepsy, and gets hysterical from time to time. I can only explain from a third-party, academic point of view, that may be helpful to you. ”

"Very good, at least you have let me know that you are only interested in research. I need people with a variety of specialties and a strong appreciation for single-mindedness and commitment. ”

"Thank you for your support to me, host. So, let me first explain the way of thinking and psychology of the undead. ”

People can teach people physiology, and undead creatures can naturally tell the knowledge of undead creatures to other beings. Luo Ling didn't think there was anything strange about this, he nodded, and motioned for Mogguge to start talking.

"Time and immortality, living and being. These four keywords are the key to understanding the undead. Moggug's eyes flashed with a silver light, a little dim from his injuries, and he slumped there like a pile of dismantled corpses, and the green light that flowed from time to time proved that the rotten flesh was recovering in a special way, and he looked worse than even the most broken corpses outside. However, Luo Ling knew that the corpses outside were not as valuable as this tattered corpse, otherwise Mogguge would not have used the thousands of corpses he had hidden and strengthened over the years, instead of having to get along with this pile of minced meat.

"Life constantly gains experience from life to form its own independent personality and constantly adjusts itself to the changes around it. The undead are different, the undead just exist, not alive. Life means change, and the undead, though able to live for a long time regardless of the passage of time and learn new things, seldom change for it or appreciate new ideas. Except for rare cases, the minds of the undead remain unchanged for generations or even centuries, no matter how many new situations they encounter and how many new experiences they gain. ”

"Because the undead have no life, their minds have been frozen? Still reluctant to change? Luo Ling asked.

"I think it should be more of the latter, how to conduct academic research without expansive and continuous thinking? If that were the case, I wouldn't have chosen to be a lich in the first place. ”

Luo Ling nodded, "Let's continue our conversation." ”

"Overall, the solidification of the mind makes many ancient undead seem neurotic. In fact, it is likely that they are simply acting on their own old pursuits, which are deeply out of touch with reality. Just as all ambitions are irrational and do not change due to circumstances, this old pursuit has become a cancer that blindfolds and plugs ears, turning a blind eye and not listening to words. When life brings some new challenges to a normal life, he may make some compromises, while the undead rarely do anything other than their old routines. ”

"It's interesting, is this a kind of spiritual steadfastness shaped by external means?"

Moggug remained flat and cold as usual, "Master, I know what you desire, a very ordinary and extraordinary dream. This firmness of the undead is a limitation. Especially when you know this limitation and choose it, I think it is equivalent to losing courage. ”

Luo Ling nodded again, "That's true, I'm different from you, and time means different things to us. Well, put aside all this boring philosophical stuff. Let's talk about something realistic. I will not obstruct your research work, and even I can provide better research equipment and means worth learning, this is just a proposal, and if you insist on not accepting any external intervention, I will not force it. But as a servant, you have your own work to be done. Here's what my plan is......"

Luo Ling told Mogguge in detail about his idea of controlling the corpse army.

After listening to Luo Ling's narration, Mogguge said, "Master, I have to say that I am surprised by the way you use your spiritual power. As for the derivative body, except for a few helper-level members, I am more accustomed to using and crafting, which is also the habit of almost all necromancers. I'm not questioning your choice, but I'm shocked by this input from you. Each derivation represents a loss of spiritual power. It's a luxury. In fact, you can achieve the same effect by creating a construct body, although I have studied necromancy, but as a former high-ranking mage, I have conducted continuous research on the creation of constructing life, and even the construction of the mage tower. ”

"I'm not going to change my mind, so I'm curious to see how you can help with the enhancement of the body."

"If you are willing to invest, even if you have a very low base existence like an ordinary immortal, you can completely transform it to a level that satisfies you."

Moggug's words made Luo Ling very satisfied, this is what he needs. If you think back to the giant with titanium alloy armor in the airport's underground research base, you can fully understand the meaning of the words 'willing to invest'. A group of loyal dead soldiers who can be counted as an extension of their own will, for Luo Ling, who lacks a sense of trust in other lives, is a kind of existence worth looking forward to.

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