"This ......"

Questioned by Zhou Yang, the puppet man Jubao raised his diamond-shaped head, and his expression became a little melancholy unprecedentedly.

"The subordinates were made by smelting the immortal spirits of the previous management leader, and they should still have many memories of the past. ”

"Ahem, oh...... That's it. ”

Zhou Yang hurriedly and awkwardly interrupted his recollection, and roughly understood the meaning of Jubao.

Emotional people were immortals in their last life, and it is not surprising that they have memories now.

However, Zhou Yang still couldn't help but secretly speak to Shen Wansan's fierceness. This guy even dares to kill immortals, and he also uses immortal souls to refine puppets, which is simply mad. This also explains why Jubao's IQ is so high.

If you inject the spirit of an animal or an ordinary person into a puppet, it should only be able to execute the simplest commands in the case of a large loss of soul power, which is similar to a low-level stereotypical robot. The quality of the fairy soul is good, and the user experience is good.

"Well, I'll try to be a few low-level puppets recently, and I'll leave it to you when the time comes. ”

Zhou Yang changed the subject.

Jubao seems to have a very high IQ and a tendency to think independently. Zhou Yang didn't dare to let him immerse himself in memories for too long, God knows if he would develop his own independent consciousness like the artificial intelligence in the movie.

Jubao nodded when he heard this. Zhou Yang turned around again and saw that the remaining garbage disposal site was almost gone, so he was relieved.

Leaning over to pick up today's trophies, those jet-black broken logs, Zhou Yang's figure disappeared immediately.

This time, the delay in the garbage station was not long, and it was only after 5 o'clock in the morning when I returned to the dormitory. The sky was not completely bright, and Zhao Hai still fell asleep and did not wake up.

However, when he walked past Zhao Hai's bedside, Zhou Yang was surprised to see several books on business law and securities next to his pillow.

"This kid is going to get a certificate recently?"

Zhou Yang was a little surprised, he didn't expect that Zhao Hai, the crazy demon in the Internet café, would also have a serious reading day one day, but he didn't take this matter to heart.

"Squeak" opened his locker, Zhou Yang reached in and dug it for a long time, and took out a few stones of various colors that he put in last time.

These stones are of different sizes and strange shapes, and they should all be all kinds of construction waste in the fairy world.

Zhou Yang had spent a lot of effort to study the value of these stones, but all of them failed.

The stone can't tell what kind of valuable material it is, and the puppet is used to sweep it with his divine sense, and there is no aura or immortal yuan or anything in it. It should not have the attribute of absorbing aura.

Even when he took the time to take it back to the garbage station, Jubao didn't recognize what it was, the only thing he was sure of was not very valuable, this kind of thing was everywhere in some areas of the fairy world.

When Zhou Yang heard this, he completely stopped thinking about using it, and pondered that he would bring it to the auction this time to see if he could find the wronged boss who didn't know the goods and deal with it.

According to Long Qiu's description, this auction should have other immortal cultivators participating in the auction and also participating in the exchange of some resources.

Since Zhou Yang wants to use the Long family as a springboard to enter the circle of cultivating immortals, this debut is very important. Always bring something commensurate with your "senior" status.

Commodities don't have to be valuable or useful, they can catch people's attention as long as they are rare. Zhou Yang speculated that the immortal cultivation circle was also a similar psychology. However, he still secretly added caution, and decided to observe the situation at that time before making a choice, and never take out all the things.

After all, the truth that wealth is not revealed will never go out of style. You can't expect the same good fortune as selling your own gold every time.

Bringing the backpack that had been ravaged by himself to the point of almost being scrapped, Zhou Yang pondered whether he should buy a new large-capacity backpack. While tidying up the rocks and a few pieces of black wood, they stuffed them into their backpacks.

In the process of tidying up, Zhou Yang found that there was still a small bag of beans stuffed in the corner of the cabinet. Only then did he realize that these things were also picked up from the garbage heap, and they were thrown in the cabinet before they had time to study them.

There are about a few hundred of these beans that are the same as whole grains. Zhou Yang took it in his hand and looked at it, and decided to participate in the auction and come back to see if he could be used as a seed.

After sorting out all the things to bring, Zhou Yang saw that it was still early, and there were not too many footsteps in the corridor, so he simply sat on the bed and took out the piece of blood jade on his body.

Fighting with Shi Yun last night, although he achieved an overwhelming victory on the surface, he was actually extremely dangerous.

He himself does not have a strong cultivation, so he can only fight through puppet people. If Shi Yun had been determined to ignore it from the beginning and rushed to his side to attack him, the result would not necessarily be who won and who lost.

At least thinking back to Shi Yun's surprising speed, Zhou Yang still had a headache. In order to prevent the future battle from being seen as flawed and causing a tragedy of drawing wages from the bottom of the kettle, Zhou Yang still decided to appropriately enhance his strength.

If his idea was known to his predecessor Shen Wansan again, it was estimated that he would vomit three liters of blood in depression. In fact, Zhou Yang is just not able to make good use of the puppet now, and he can't exert his true strength, but in the end, he accuses the puppet of being too weak.

Carrying the blood jade in one hand, and the fragrance of the mysterious wood lingering on the tip of his nose, Zhou Yang suddenly had a whimsical idea.

Placing the wood in front of him, Zhou Yang drove the puppet divine sense to penetrate into the blood jade little by little.

Sure enough, it was still the same as last time, negative emotions such as grievance, anger, unwillingness, and despair came like a tide, making Zhou Yang feel physical discomfort instantly.

There are so many grievances accumulated in this blood jade, and it is estimated that there is no less detention and persecution of spirits.

This time, Zhou Yang did not rashly withdraw from his divine sense, but frowned tightly and took a deep breath.

The strange fragrance was inhaled into his lungs, and it didn't take long for it to circulate in his body. Strange to say, wherever the fragrance goes, the discomfort caused by that negative emotion disappears. Zhou Yang's mind became extremely clear again.

Zhou Yang's spirit was shocked, realizing that this method was useful, and manipulated his divine sense to slowly penetrate into the blood jade. After a while, I finally saw those dense lattices again.

These are supposed to be the equivalent of cells where spirits are imprisoned, as dense as a beehive, with no end in sight. But it was all empty. It seems that these spirits were either used up by the previous owner, or they lacked human nourishment and management, and they naturally disappeared after a long time.

After spending half a day looking around, Zhou Yang once again determined that there were only three spirits left in the blood jade. Two of them are oddly shaped and are not supposed to be human.

As soon as Zhou Yang's divine sense approached slightly, the other party became irritable, without the slightest sign of giving in. After a few attempts, Zhou Yang gave up.

Only the remaining human spirits, because they were too weak, showed fear of Zhou Yang's divine sense.

Zhou Yang controlled his divine sense to appease slightly, and the figure suddenly raised his head, revealing a blank expression, it seemed that his mind should have been lost, and only his soul power was still there.

"Enter the Tao with martial arts, I, through the Xuan ......"

Under the inducement of Zhou Yang's divine sense, the blood-colored figure transformed by the spirit stumbled and spat out a series of words. However, there was no expression on his face, and he was just communicating instinctively.