"So, you've seen the old woman?" Yan Luge pushed open the door of the cat café, sat down on the seat with a big sting, and lifted Su Er VII over and touched it twice from beginning to end, "You also taught her something?" ”

Su Er VII did not resist, and lay down on the tentacles of Yan Lu Ge, half-squinting his eyes and being stroked.

"Yes." It says.

It wasn't surprised why Yan Luge would know about Grandma Tang.

Although the other party seems to be giggling all day long and not doing business, he is essentially a very strong leader, and Sur VII feels that nothing on this island can hide from the other party's eyes.

"You can, Xiaoqi." Yan Luge gave a thumbs up, "You don't know how many people Grandma Tang told about this after she left your shop."

"I suspect it won't be long before your little shop will become famous, and it will become the favorite place of the island's explorers, like the tavern frequented by the protagonist of the adventure story.

"This advertisement is okay!"

Sur VII: "......"

What is its little shop called? Is it sitting here voluntarily?

"Peace of mind, don't worry about too many customers and can't accept them yourself." Yan Luge proposed again and again, "I see that the wild cats on the island are also about to open their spirits, and I will catch them tomorrow and work for you."

"I'll help you recruit two tall retired team members as security guards, two meters tall and weigh 200 pounds, full of tendons and meat, pestle at the door every day, and whoever dares to make trouble will be beaten on the ground.

"You put a hundred hearts, and I will help you find employees to ensure reliability! Their wages are deducted from your turnover! If you don't have enough funds at the beginning of your business, I'll lend you! How can it be righteous enough? ”

Sur VII: "......"

Righteousness is righteous enough...... But what did it say it was going to start a business?

Su Er VII originally had something to say, but when he thought that he still owed a lot of money to the person in front of him, he was silent again.

Although that debt was firmly placed on its head by Yan Luge, logically speaking, it is indeed true - its predecessor was a "valuable cultural relic" in Li Chongshan's family, and it must have required a large amount of money to redeem it.

Now Yan Luge has helped it pay this money in advance, and it will work for a long time in the future to save money, and strive to pay off the loan as soon as possible, ah no, debt......

When I thought about it, the little disagreement that had just popped up in my heart was instantly extinguished.

Su Er VII, who was already very Buddhist, lay down again, and took the initiative to show his soft belly, making Yanluge more comfortable.

It felt that it was not bad to have such a creditor who had arranged for it to even make money.

This time, Yan Luge was silent for two seconds, and was shocked: "You don't have any fried hair?"

"Please, you used to be the pharaoh of Ancient Nile, and you were reduced to the cat café as the number one brand without the slightest resentment???"

Sur VII: "......"

How do you have the face to say?

So who did it from a generation of kings to the head of the cat café?

Sur VII felt that it would be too much to say if he didn't react, so he rolled over, lowered his front half, and made a feline preparation before biting its prey.

It's fried.

Literally fried hair.

The soft, fluffy hair made of gold stood on end like a hedgehog.

Yan Luge poked curiously, and found that the cat hair had become so hard that it could easily poke a hole in his fingertips—this was not the texture of ordinary gold.

Ordinary gold is a soft metal, not to mention hurting him, he can slap the gold brick into a gold cake with a slap.

In addition, Yan Luge also found that this root of cat hair also carries a considerable amount of destructive power, which will explode in a short period of time after leaving the body, and the power is stronger than ten grenades tied together.

…… Speaking of fried hair, it's really fried?

Yan Luge looked at Su Er VII, who had developed new functions, speechlessly.

Sur VII stared at a pair of large azure eyes, and looked innocent.

After a while, Yan Luge held back a sentence: "Good job, don't do it again next time." ”

As soon as he said this, the cat hair that stood up and down on Su Er's body immediately smoothed out, and it returned to the image of a quiet and docile golden big cat before.

Yanluge scratched its chin, and the golden cat narrowed its eyes comfortably.

"I said, Xiao Qi." Yan Luge changed to a slightly serious tone and got down to business, "Did you give Grandma Tang's 'Prayer Technique'?" ”

Sur VII's tail twitched: "Yes." ”

"How sure are you?"

But Sur VII did not speak—the question stumped it.

The golden cat thought about it and decided to answer in another way.

The memories that it passed on to Grandma Tang were passed on to Yan Luge again.

It took less than half a second for Yanluge to digest these things, and she noticed the differences in these memory images.

Most of the images transmitted by Sur VII before were complete and continuous memories, but this time they were fragmentary and discontinuous.

The former is like a long video with one shot to the end, and the latter is like an edited movie.

Modern people know that video editing and non-editing are two different concepts, and the content and meaning expressed will be completely different.

For example, this time, Suer VII used the form of a small movie to tell Grandma Tang what to do.

For it, it's a great step forward in thinking skills.

Whereas Sur VII's initial thinking ability allowed him to repeat images he had seen, or a simple "yes" or "no" answer, he was now able to combine and apply these memories to express what it wanted to say.

"Based on the ice crystals left by Tang Hongyin, let Grandma Tang perform a prayer ritual to awaken a spirit called 'Tang Hongyin'." Yan Luge said, "Since the spirit class will automatically have all the traces from the beginning of the birth of the organism at the beginning of its birth, the spirit class that is reborn on the remains of the deceased will also have all the memories of Tang Hongyin."

"To some extent, this spirit can almost be regarded as Tang Hongyin who has returned from resurrection."

Sur VII's ears were raised.

But Yan Luge said coldly in the next second: "But the probability of success is only about fifty percent." ”

The cat's ears that had just stood up drooped down again.

Yan Luge pinched the soft cat's ears: "The birth of most spirits in this world is full of chances and coincidences, and the sound of people's prayers is like a random awakening of extraordinary abilities, and in many cases, even the person who wishes cannot control it.

"So, why is it that in Tianzhou, in Xize, and in various countries, most of the time the dead who are recalled by their relatives are just 'zombies' or 'dead souls', all of them are chaotic and unknowable evil spirits."

But Sur VII retorted to him in a rare way: "I. ”

"Yes, you are an exception." Yan Luge nodded in agreement, "Ancient Niro has the most mature 'Prayer Technique' in all the transcendent realms, but even so, the dead who are reawakened after death are no longer 'Pharaohs' and 'nobles', but only combat weapons.

"And, you forgot one thing, the body of the deceased is complete, but Tang Hongyin's remains are mutilated, even so mutilated that only ice crystals that are less than one thousandth of the mass of the dead remain.

"If you copy your ancient Niro's method, there is a high probability that what Grandma Tang summoned back is just a walking corpse with the name of 'Tang Hongyin'."

When Ancient Niro rose to prominence with the "dead", he was scolded by the cultivators of Tianzhou as a "demonic cultivator", and even the entire Ancient Nile was called "the country of ghouls" by the people of Ancient Tianzhou, and the wind was similar to the eighteenth layer of hell, as if their country was full of brutal priests who sacrificed blood and sacrifices and zombies and monsters who ate people......

From the perspective of the ancient Tianzhou people, it makes sense to think this - because the ancient Tianzhou people really can't do such a thing as "resurrection of the dead", and the "return of the dead" of the ancient Nile people is not perfect.

Sur VII lowered his head and did not speak.

In fact, it also knows that the words and songs are telling the truth.

Ancient Niro's "Prayer Technique" can awaken the dead, but it cannot bring the dead back to life, and it still brings a mutilated corpse back to life.

The closest spirit to a living person in this world is Yudin Rodester, but Yudin's story is almost impossible to replicate.

First of all, the place where he died became a point of spiritual escape, and in such an almost high spirit, a single thought could give birth to a miracle.

Secondly, it is the amusement park spirits that are born because of him who pray for him, and the pure nature of the spirits makes their prayers almost free of "distractions".

In the end, Yanluge actually didn't know Yudin Rodest before his death, and the latter had been living a solitary life for more than ten years since the accident, with no friends or socializing, and no one knew if there was a difference between the resurrected Yudin and the Yudin before his death.

But Tang Hongyin's words...... If it weren't for the little sheep who had gone through the catastrophe but was still as bright as ever, many people might have been disappointed.

Yan Luge stroked the golden cat who was a little depressed, but his eyes narrowed slightly in the place where the other party couldn't see.

In fact, Grandma Tang wants a miracle, and Su Er VII wants to help Grandma Tang, so why shouldn't he?

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have gone to great lengths to collect ice crystals, and he wouldn't have let Grandma Tang land on the Black Rock Islands.

"Let's go see her." Yan Luge suddenly said, "Maybe I can help." ”

Sur VII's eyes lit up again.

(End of chapter)