There is still nearly a week before the start of the school celebration, and Zhou Yang did not take Liu Kaiji's mobilization to heart at all.

Anyway, he understands that a large-scale event like this is an opportunity for student union officials to show their presence and stars on campus to show their limelight. It doesn't have much to do with ordinary classmates like me who don't even have talent.

The next day is Saturday, except for the evening to go to the Lijing Hotel to work as agreed, the whole day is free time.

According to his plan, Zhou Yang got up early in the morning, and after greeting Zhao Hai, he went out with a big backpack carrying the mud legs, blood jade, and half a clay pot.

Recently, there has been more and more mess of things fished out of the garbage dump, and it is almost impossible to hide. No way, he even put the yellow rosewood next to the pillow. So today I'm going to focus on what I have at hand.

But having said that, I have been sleeping with the fragrance of rosewood every day recently, but my spirit is getting better and better day by day, and I am full of energy every time I get up. Even his eyesight and hearing are much sharper. Zhou Yang was a little slightly short-sighted before, and he had to wear glasses to see things in the distance, but now he can see things a hundred meters away.

Zhou Yang didn't know much about the characteristics of wood, but he just subconsciously regarded it as the miracle effect of rosewood, and he didn't take it too seriously.

It's the weekend, the college students don't have to go to class, the whole school seems empty, and there are not many people to be seen along the way. Zhou Yang casually found a remote corner and sat down, and first took out the mud leg.

Sure enough, as soon as he brought this thing to his side, the puppet he carried with him became hot again, and Zhou Yang could even feel the puppet's desire and expectation through his mind.

Now Zhou Yang also has a preliminary speculation about this mud leg. The puppets that react in your hands are earth-based, and these dirt should be useful to the puppeteers.

Thinking so, Zhou Yang manipulated the puppeteer's divine consciousness to cover the mud legs, and began to use the spiritual energy stored in the puppeteer's body to refine.

After manipulating the puppeteer to read the jade disc yesterday, Zhou Yang was even more comfortable with this, and he didn't need to make the puppet bigger, and he could silently release the aura directly in his hand.

As the puppet continued to practice, the mud legs in Zhou Yang's hands began to change slowly.

Originally, the mud legs themselves were shaped like some kind of animal claws, but now they are slowly shrinking, and the dirt on the surface is gradually falling off.

Zhou Yang estimated this speed, and felt that it would take a long time to completely end, so he casually put the mud legs back in the bag, only maintaining a trace of aura connection between the earth attribute puppet and it, so that the two could continue to refine.

Then Zhou Yang picked up the piece of blood jade that had just arrived.

Blood jade was just Zhou Yang's own name, and in fact, he didn't know if this thing was jade or not. It's just that it looks like the ring-shaped jade jue I've seen on TV. The whole body is a faint blood red, revealing a bit of weirdness.

However, the blood jade can be used by an immortal sect in the most primitive way, secretly hidden in the wall, it should not be an ordinary treasure.

Zhou Yang tossed and turned for a while, but he couldn't see anything special. Manipulating the puppet divine sense to sweep through the blood jade, he didn't find anything.

Zhou Yang groaned slightly, recalling his first method of refining a puppet.

Gritting his teeth, Zhou Yang still stretched out a finger in pain and lightly slashed it.

With the experience of the last time, Zhou Yang was obviously much more proficient this time, and the cut wound was neither deep nor shallow, and just a drop of blood flowed out. Zhou Yang carefully followed with the blood jade, and then took his finger in his mouth.

I saw that my blood was instantly wrapped in the faint red light of the blood jade, and then it was gradually absorbed. Only then did Zhou Yang tentatively sweep through with his puppet divine sense.

The attempt went smoothly, and as soon as the divine sense touched the surface of the blood jade, it seeped in.

But the next moment, Zhou Yang suddenly felt that his consciousness had fallen into the blood jade, and there was a miserable blood red everywhere, and in an instant, negative emotions such as despair, resentment, and unwillingness swept in, filling Zhou Yang's brain.

"Hmm!"

Zhou Yang was defenseless, suddenly snorted, and hurriedly let his divine sense withdraw from the blood jade, and then felt dizzy, and bent over and retched.

After spitting out a few mouthfuls of sour water, Zhou Yang gradually regained his consciousness and looked at the blood jade with horror in his eyes.

At a glimpse just now, he seemed to see some kind of creature in the blood jade. Looking down at the puppet again, I found that the brilliance on the surface was slightly dimmed, and it should be that my divine consciousness was slightly damaged.

Fortunately, Zhou Yang is a puppeteer, and he can only control the puppet, otherwise his own divine consciousness will be damaged to this extent, and it may even affect his intelligence.

Taking a few deep breaths, Zhou Yang recalled the scene just now, and still unwillingly drove the puppet divine sense to contact the blood jade again.

However, he obviously learned to be obedient, and only slightly infiltrated the surface of the blood jade, and found that there was no problem before he went one step deeper.

There was constantly information coming into Zhou Yang's mind from the blood jade. Only then did he gradually understand that the blood jade was a treasure that nourished the soul.

Just as there are magic weapons such as storage rings and spirit animal rings in general immortal cultivation novels, the function of blood jade is to detain and cultivate spirits.

All living beings in heaven and earth, after death, the spirit can be absorbed by the blood jade, and then gradually erase the sanity, and only retain the soul power. You can even deliberately let the spirits devour each other to gradually cultivate and grow.

And what interested Zhou Yang the most was that the spirit cultivated in the blood jade could not directly drive the enemy, but it could be summoned and attached to the immortal cultivator to obtain a temporary increase in strength. It's like summoning ghosts and gods in legends.

However, there are also strict restrictions on summoning spirits, and the summoned spirits cannot be too far from the host's cultivation to prevent them from getting out of control. At the same time, every time the spirit is used, it will be damaged, and it must absorb soul power to gradually recover.

"The negative emotions in that blood jade are actually resentment that has accumulated by imprisoning too many souls!"

Zhou Yang couldn't help but feel frightened. No matter how you look at this blood jade, you don't want the legendary immortal family to get rid of a small portable mansion.

Enduring the discomfort caused by various negative emotions, Zhou Yang continued to let his divine sense go deeper, and found that the blood jade was densely packed with thousands of grids, most of which were empty, which should be used to detain souls.

Zhou Yang searched around and found that there were only three spirits in the space of the vast earth. Two of them looked oddly shaped and muscular, not like humans. There was only one figure with a head and limbs, and it was supposed to be the same kind as himself.

Zhou Yang was curious, but he couldn't help but feel depressed. I usually read the immortals in the novels, and they are all white-clothed and snowy, walking with a sword, and they are indescribably chic and elegant.

But when it was his turn, what he encountered was either puppetry or smelting spirits, all of which were evil and paradoxical, as if he was going farther and farther on the road to becoming a big devil.

"You are Zhou Yang from the School of Management. ”

Just as he was about to study this blood jade further, there was a sudden sound of dull footsteps behind Zhou Yang, followed by an unkind inquiry.