After confirming that he had memorized the situation of the dark river and mountain area near the Ice Spirit Dew, Zhao Yang began to write down the test results.

Now that I have taken it and have experienced it myself, it is simple to write such a result.

The reaction to the drug was weakened slightly, and it only took two or three minutes to complete the record.

After returning to the bed and lying down for a while, he picked up the direct line phone and asked the medical team outside to bring him in a stove and ask for a hot porridge, pretending to be invaded by the cold.

I made a whole set of test procedures, and in the afternoon, I was at ease, took 5,000 yuan, and went leisurely.

Five thousand yuan, which is almost equivalent to the annual income of ordinary Johor Bahru residents, is definitely a huge amount of money.

Of course, Zhao Yang doesn't go to the bank now.

Since discovering the storage function of the chaotic space, he is now casually stuffing it under the big tree, and the space inside is large enough anyway.

Now there are many things stuffed in this space, such as the best medicinal materials saved from the research institute, as well as daggers, jerky, money, etc., seventy-seven-eighty-eight.

Tomorrow is the day when I agreed to go into the mountains with Yu Linyue Qingfeng to participate in the clean-up activities.

After Zhao Yang sorted out the things that needed to be prepared at night, he went to bed early.

At night in Dongcheng District, it is exceptionally clean, except for the waves on the seaside, which gently lap against the rock wall and make a small "whoosh" sound.

The moonlight from the crescent moon in mid-air shines quietly on a small villa on the top of a cliff by the sea, which looks particularly cold.

In a small room on the top of the building, Huang Baichang honestly knelt in front of a small wooden platform, on which the charred straw man was lying quietly.

However, it is obvious that after these few days, the scorched black color on the straw man has subsided a lot compared to before, and it is not as miserable as before.

Next to him, Huang Yuqiang was holding a large bowl with some golden powder in the bowl, and then carefully poured the liquid in the two glass test tubes in his hand.

Picking up a stirring stick, after a while, the bowl gradually began to emit a faint, fishy, and fragrant strange smell.

Looking at this bowl of liquid, Huang Yuqiang couldn't help but twitch his face.

These three ingredients add up, just such a small half bowl, but it costs nearly 60,000 yuan.

Once a day, this is the third time, and it may not be known how many times it will be used.

Even if his Huang family has a solid background, spending like this will make his heart ache faintly.

He placed the bowl on the wooden table, nodded to his son, and walked out, closing the door.

After closing the door, Huang Yuqiang took a deep breath, secretly hoping that his son would be able to establish contact with the cursed straw man smoothly this time.

Otherwise, if the straw man has completely recovered and has not yet established contact, then his hard work will be in vain.

And the son, who has broken up the foundation of the ranger, can only wait for the next object of destiny with difficulty.

Huang Baichang raised his head cautiously, looked at the bowl, then picked up a knife on the table, gritted his teeth, cut his fingers, and squeezed more than a dozen drops of blood in the bowl.

After shaking it until the blood was completely absorbed into the liquid, he carefully reached out and picked up the straw man, put it into the liquid in the bowl, and then kowtowed vigorously and familiarly.

It's just that the mouth is a little difficult.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally spat out the song that he was already familiar with.

"Little baby, little baby....... Daddy is here!"

"Baby, baby, wake up......."

While kowtowing, while singing, first of all, these two sentences are still a little awkward, but they are smooth when they sing.

Listening to the ugly singing from the house, Huang Yuqiang, who was standing outside the door, couldn't help twitching, then turned around and walked to sit on the roof outside, looking at the cold moon in the sky, and exhaled softly.

Cursed straw man......

This was one of the few treasures of destiny he had ever seen.

Both in terms of power and practicality, it was rare, otherwise the old goddess, a scattered person, was only a second-order, and no one would want to provoke her.

So although he is a little evil and not so upright, he is still willing to try his best to let his son inherit this thing.

Otherwise, take it to the Heavenly Mandate Academy, and the dean will definitely be willing to exchange it for another Heavenly Destiny thing.

I only hope that my son can inherit it smoothly, after all, the power of this thing is indeed very wonderful.

With this thing, plus one's own cultivation, it will not be a problem for the third and fourth orders in the future.

Once he reached the fourth order, he believed that that kind of power was enough to make Bai Chang stand out in this Johor Bahru City, and even the top ones would not dare to despise it in the slightest.

Even, with the wonder of this destiny thing, if the opportunity is enough, in case you step into the realm of half-immortals.

Thinking about this, Huang Yuqiang's gaze gradually became hot.

The original little distress has long since disappeared.

"Damn, what are you singing about, it's noisy ......"

Zhao Yang was in a very bad mood this time, he went to bed early today, and his plan was to take a light nap a little and go to the city to harvest a round of evil spirits at night.

But in the haze, he seemed to be asleep and dreaming, but it was not the dream of the past.

Instead, there was a vague "beep" in his ear.

Finally, when he shouted this sentence in annoyance, the scene finally became clear.

In the haze, Huang Baichang's stunned face appeared in front of him, as if he was frightened by this roar.

Just when Zhao Yang couldn't figure out the situation, Huang Baichang kowtowed vigorously more and more excitedly, but he didn't know how to sing it.

Although the environment is still a little vague, at least you can sense your surroundings.

Zhao Yang, who was already dreaming and entering the illusion world, quickly roughly determined his current situation and whereabouts, looked at Huang Baichang who was kowtowing vigorously over there, couldn't help grinning, and said, "Call the ancestor!"

"Ancestor?"

Huang Baichang was stunned for a moment, as long as the cold woman is called a little baby, why should she be called an ancestor? This straw man wants to take advantage of himself?

Regardless, the cursed straw man finally had a connection with him, which still made him ecstatic.

I can't care about it so much, my ancestors are my ancestors.

It seems less embarrassing than calling a little baby.

"Ancestors, ancestors......"

"Ancestors, ancestors......"

"Ancestor, ancestor, wake up soon, grandson is here ......"

"Ancestors, ancestors...... Wake up, grandson is here!"

After a while, the song finally became smooth again, kowtowing and singing, and as soon as the mood improved, it seemed that the song was also sung well.

"Well, this guy seems to have some talent for singing, it's not that ugly!"

While listening to this song, Zhao Yang watched Huang Baichang kneel down sincerely over there, and sensed the things that his divine thoughts were sustenance.

Feeling the faint cool breath constantly moisturizing his sustenance, he couldn't help but exhale gently.

It's only been two or three days of work, and the straw man, which has been almost scorched to the point of being almost damaged, has been repaired for nearly half of it, and the Huang family is really willing to spend the money.

Looking at Huang Baichang, who was still kneeling and bowing, Zhao Yang chuckled.

"Grandson, just kneel slowly! Grandpa won't accompany you first!"

As soon as his mind moved, he came out of this dream.

Huang Baichang over there couldn't sense this, just kept kneeling and singing, until the liquid in the bowl was completely transparent as before, and then stopped.

Reaching out and carefully taking out the straw man from the bowl, feeling the tentacles, there was a faint familiar feeling that was completely different from the past, and Huang Baichang was ecstatic.

"There's a connection, Dad, there's a connection!"

Huang Yu, who could hear the voice outside, strode into the room, looked at the ecstasy on Huang Baichang's face, took a deep breath and said, "Are you sure?"

"Sure, and it just responded!"

"What response?" Huang Yuqiang's face was happy.

"It'....... It makes me call my ancestor!"

"Ancestor?" Huang Yuqiang's face changed, so didn't he become a turtle son?

Looking at the straw man compared to an hour ago, the color was obviously a little better, and Huang Yuqiang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ancestors are ancestors, I don't know where my own Laozi's grave has gone, and I don't mind if I want to come for the future of my grandson.