Darkness can violate. Dew many can not burst under the sun. Lu's question.

This is also the reason why Jiang Feng chose to explore this manor at night.

Since the plan was thwarted, Tinia has apparently not been idle for the past month, taking advantage of the cover of night every day to add new curses or sorcery traps to the manor. If a determined person encounters it, it may not be a problem at all, but if it is encountered by a person who is not determined in mind, he will be bewitched by the power of chaos and become a believer in Solore.

Without the help of others, Tinia in a state of soul could do nothing.

Just like more than a hundred years ago, Tinia, who did not meet Baron Fred, was nothing more than a banshee who had gone into hiding under the hunt of the Church, and even had to use the morning mist of the lake to create an atmosphere of holiness in order to deceive the trust of an unknown nobleman.

During the day, they had to hide in the basement of the collection, and it was not until night that they dared to step out of the basement and take a walk in the dilapidated courtyard. Having lost the stone statue she possessed, she didn't even dare to walk out of the manor easily and approach the church blessed by God the Father. Even without a priest to guard her, the power of faith condensed in the church would burn her fragile body......

"Is that ghost dead?"

Walking beside Jiang Feng, Yi Ran's fists were clenched, and his gaze moved nervously around, guarding against danger in the dark.

"Dead? She died a long time ago. ”

“…… Is there really such a thing as a ghost in this world? ”

"Of course, as you just saw."

“…… Why aren't you scared at all? ”

"Fifty percent of the fear of conscious beings comes from the unknown, and if you can overcome your ignorance, then fear becomes something that does not need to be overcome." Jiang Feng said in a relaxed tone.

Yi Ran was slightly stunned, and when she came back to her senses, she immediately glared at Jiang Feng fiercely.

"What do you mean, are you calling me stupid?"

Isn't it?

Jiang Feng smiled faintly and didn't say this sentence.

Crossing the atrium, the duo continued on their way, soon reaching the collection behind the main building.

In the darkness of night, the stone and brick collection looks eerie. Especially the row of battlements standing on the roof of the building, and the dark stone windows that looked inside from the outside, everything was like a medieval-style haunted house, which scared the little girl next to Jiang Feng to tremble.

Searching for the vein of negative spiritual power, Jiang Feng walked through the first floor of the library that had been emptied, bypassed the bookshelf, stood at the door of the wooden door leading to the underground wine cellar, took the key from his belt, and opened the door lock hanging on the door.

"Are we really going in?"

Looking at the dark and narrow corridor leading to the underground behind the wooden door, Yiran's voice went out unnaturally.

"You can also choose to wait for me here." Speaking in a casual tone, Jiang Feng walked down.

The young man named Quinn was right, this was indeed the baron's cellar. The round wooden barrels were displayed in the cloister-style basement, and the granite walls were hung with copper lampposts, and without waiting for Jiang Feng's reminder, Yi Ran quickly snapped his fingers and lit the candle.

The gloomy basement was instantly lit up by candle flames, and behind the mellow smell of wine, Jiang Feng faintly smelled a faint smell of blood.

With a move in his heart, Jiang Feng used his wisdom brain to analyze the source of this bloody smell, his eyes locked on the corner at the end of the wine cellar, and moved towards it.

"Is it all wine?" Yi Ran reached out and touched the round wooden barrel next to him, and said in surprise, "So much wine, it should be worth a lot of money, right?" ”

"Yes, the wine here has been stored for at least twenty years, and if you can take it home, you might become rich." Stopping at the end of the wine cellar, Jiang Feng reached out and gently tapped the wooden barrel in front of him, "Of course, except for this barrel." ”

As he spoke, Jiang Feng gently unscrewed the copper faucet embedded in the wooden barrel and watched the bright red liquid drip under his feet.

"What is this?"

"Human blood." Tightening the faucet, Jiang Feng didn't care about this thing anymore, and said lightly, "Or, sacrifice." ”

Swallowing and foaming at the mouth, Ira felt a churn in her stomach.

Jiang Feng didn't say anything more, his index finger moved along the lines of the wooden strips on the barrel, and finally stopped on a slightly loose piece of wood.

"This should be it."

Muttering to himself, Jiang Feng's index finger pressed hard, and the sound of triggering the switch came from behind the wall, and the next moment the wall behind the wine cellar made a rumbling sound of boulders rubbing, and made a passage to the side.

Ira looked at the mystery hidden behind the cellar in amazement, and it took a moment before she spoke.

"Do you know there's a mechanism here?"

"Just knew."

Jiang Feng didn't explain to her how he used potential difference analysis to find the location of the mechanism, and walked through the corridor behind the stone door and entered the dark room hidden behind the wine cellar.

A hideous stone statue stood in the center of the dark room, and beneath its claws was an angular sarcophagus. On the floor beneath the sarcophagus, unknown symbols and patterns are carved with sharp objects, which are supposed to cast spells in the realm of curses.

Jiang Feng walked to the side of the sarcophagus and looked at the coffin a few times.

This coffin, which should have been used to store some "heroic bones", was empty at this moment.

After all, he is one of the gods who dominate Chaos, and not just any cat or dog can be used as a container for Solo to descend his clone. The bones used as materials for spellcasting are said to have been used by Baron Fred to illegally hire tomb robbers to dig up the ancestral grave of a legendary general in the Kadiren Empire.

As for the gold utensils placed on the coffin, traces of platelets and blood lipid coagulation can also be seen, which should be used to store blood.

In the center of the sarcophagus head, there is a pattern of vertical lines and circles, which at a curl glance looks like a curly question mark, as if carved with a sharp instrument such as a knife, and will even be ignored if you don't look closely.

Taking out a bottle of acid from his waist, Jiang Feng unscrewed the lid and dropped two drops on the pattern.

With a "zizi" sound, white smoke drifted from the marble, and the strange mark had been melted away by the acid.

"Get it ......"

The negative spiritual energy condensed in the manor dissipated in an instant.

Yi Ran, who was standing behind Jiang Feng, looked around in surprise.

Although I can't describe this feeling in words, it was as if a stone that was pressing on her heart had been removed, and she, who was still trembling in the dark, suddenly felt that those corners that originally looked gloomy looked less terrifying.

"What did you just do?" Yi Ran couldn't help but ask.

"It's nothing, it's just ruining the spellcasting medium," throwing the empty glass test tube aside, Jiang Feng clapped his hands and stood up from the ground, glancing at the basement, "This should be witchcraft...... Or the magic node of the cursed realm. ”

"Magic node?" Ira looked at him strangely.

"Well, in short, it's something like the heart. Pure magical elements are processed by negative spiritual energy here, and manifested in a negative form," Jiang Feng continued, looking at the obsidian pupils on the stone statue that had lost their luster, "This is the curse we understand. ”

The finishing work was over, and just as Jiang Feng was about to turn around and leave, a soft sigh suddenly leaked from the corner of his mouth.

Zhi Brain's scan of the components of the stone statue caught his attention.

Returning to the stone statue, Jiang Feng stretched out his hand and pulled the pair of pitch-black eyes off the stone statue.

Looking at the two stone beads as black as obsidian in his palm, the corners of Jiang Feng's mouth hooked up a playful arc.

"Interesting."

It seems that the attainments of these so-called gods of the Chaos Camp in the realm of spiritualism are far more developed than he imagined. For these powerhouses who are difficult to directly cross the distance of tens of light years with their physical bodies, the most difficult thing to solve if they want to colonize foreign planets through faith plundering is to communicate with believers and impart power to their own believers.

What Jiang Feng pinched in his hand was a mineral called Serem, which was even higher in rarity than Qasim in the Milky Way, and its value could no longer be measured by the stardust content like traditional minerals. It is not a traditional atom, but a dimensional folded particle in three-dimensional space, commonly found in asteroid groups in the center of the Milky Way.

Of course, in appearance, he is almost indistinguishable from the obsidian that can be found everywhere on the lava planet. But if you carefully measure its density and elemental spectrum, you will find an almost bizarre physical phenomenon.

Research reports on Serem Matter are perceptible in the archives of the Federal Scientific Commission, but are apparently not stored in an escape pod. Jiang Feng is not a full-time scientist, and his knowledge is limited to the level of "common sense".

He had only vaguely heard that the Serem substance could be used to store a large amount of information.

For example, the reason why the database in his brain can prepare so much information for his "retirement plan" is due to the superiority of Serem matter in information storage.

The same is true of these two orbs, which Solol has stored in the form of spiritual imprints of a large number of models of witchcraft in the form of a stone orb containing the substance of Serem, in order to impart knowledge to his followers - that is, the evil tricks and curses.

Although the spirit imprint was shoehorned into the folded space of Serem's substance to store information, in Jiang Feng's opinion, Jane was wasteful and messy, and the secrecy coefficient was almost zero, but it could work unexpectedly.

"I see, the technology is wonderful...... Or rather, craftsmanship. ”

"I don't know how those idealists explain this special phenomenon, using the theory of cosmic consciousness and space magic?" Jiang Feng's eyebrows raised slightly, and activated the spiritual amplification module through his Zhi Brain, taking advantage of the gap between the atom-like particles in the Serem substance swinging in the folded space, he scanned the spiritual imprint left by Solore, "Anyway, I accepted these witchcraft models." ”

Jiang Feng had heard a little about the various things of the idealistic civilization before, such as interpreting the "four-dimensional space fragments" as "space elements", and then interfering with the "space elements" like using spiritual energy to interfere with the "fire elements", and finally creating "space rings" or "Qiankun bags" and the like.

For materialist civilizations, this is a "space folding storage technology" that can only be mastered by second-level civilizations. However, for the idealistic civilization, even if the level of civilization is still at the level of the Middle Ages, as long as there is a strong wizard or arcanist or magician who is quite accomplished in the space field, it can do this.

Of course, don't be envious, only a very small number of people in the entire civilization can enjoy the glory of civilization, and it is not a sadness.

Therefore, the mainstream view of the Earth Federation does not even recognize that this thing is a technology, preferring to call it a "craft".

"What is this?" Yi Ran approached, stared at the two stone beads in Jiang Feng's palm, and asked curiously.

"The treasure left by the bad guys, the trophies of the explorers, in short, it is very useful to me, you can only use it to play marbles," Putting the two stone beads into his belt, Jiang Feng didn't explain too much to her, patted her on the shoulder, and suddenly changed to the tone of an elder, "Comrade Yiran, that fireball is very beautiful, it helps a lot!" ”

"Huh? Is it? Me, did I really help a lot? Suddenly complimented, Yi Ran scratched her cheeks helplessly, and laughed embarrassedly, "Don't praise me so much, in fact, I was quite surprised, I didn't expect my ability to become so strong unconsciously." ”

"I hope you keep up your efforts, abilities are like muscles, as long as you keep exercising, you will become stronger," Jiang Feng patted her shoulder, "Tonight is a bumper harvest, ready to go back." ”

Abilities are like muscles?

Yi Ran's eyes lit up, and while she was slightly aware in her heart, she also made up her mind in her heart.

In the future, you must exercise harder.

Only in this way can I return to my companions with a stronger attitude on the day I return to the wasteland......

Thinking of this, she clenched her immature fists, and her purple pupils ignited a fierce fighting spirit.

Wait until I get back......