Chapter 556: What Is a Mohist Girl! [Add More 43 Days, Ask for Subscription, Ask for Monthly Pass]

In doubt, Zhang Deming first waved his hand to dismantle the only early-warning formation here that was thoughtfully arranged, and then floated into the room.

The study room is a little crude, and there are not many books on the log bookshelves, but there are three kinds of books mixed with paper, animal skins, and bark. The smell of self-construction is clearly visible.

Zhang Deming reached out to take a copy, and found that it was a handwritten copy, and there were alterations in many places, which seemed to be memorized silently. Because I am not sure, or my memory is not clear, I have revised it many times.

After casually checking a few books, Zhang Deming was completely sure that this place was built by the Zhang family. Because I read a few scripts, although there are some nuances, they are indeed Zhang's books.

Those nuances seem to be filled in by myself after the memory is unclear when writing from dictation, but the general plot remains unchanged.

Why is the canyon built by the Zhang family guarded by the Mo family?

And judging from Zhang Zeli's previous reaction, it seems that they didn't know that there were people from their own clan living here!

With some doubts, Zhang Deming looked through all the books, and found that they were all storybooks and the Zhang family's messy miscellaneous documents, and there was nothing special about them.

Turn around and enter the last room, which is a bedroom. Well, there is also the meaning of half an item storage room. I don't know what kind of habit it is, but the other party seems to have piled up a lot of commonly used items in the bedroom.

The room is divided into two parts, one side is the bed, and the other side is scattered with a lot of materials, which looks like a workshop.

What surprised Zhang Deming was that he found a lot of spell-casting materials here, all of which were old-fashioned, and most of them were cursed things.

The bones that Zhang Deming cared about before are also in the pile of materials, and it seems that there are still five or six knots left.

The bones are gray and white, as if they have experienced a lot of wind, frost and weathering, and they look a little mottled.

Zhang Deming checked it and found nothing wrong. He reached out and picked up a few pieces of broken bones. When he spat out his spiritual power, the broken bones turned into crystals. It seemed that something was about to wake up amidst the radiance.

But just like before, before he had time to move, his strength was absorbed and turned into a pile of ashes, which flowed from Zhang Deming's fingertips to the ground.

Even with the addition of these broken bones, there are still very few phantoms in the space, which cannot form the lowest part at all, so that Zhang Deming cannot get enough information.

In addition, Zhang Deming also found a lot of altered lines on the ground, as if the original owner had tried something here.

After checking the room, Zhang Deming's doubts were not resolved, and there were more. With some doubts, he floated out of the room, towards the bottom of the crescent-shaped valley.

The entire valley seemed to have been reclaimed by people at the beginning, but now it has been deserted, with dry grass half the height of a person growing all over it, but it can still vaguely see what it used to be.

There is also a narrow path, which seems to be often walked by people, so it is not deserted. Zhang Deming followed the path to the waist of the valley, and had a thorough look at the bottom.

If the front part of the valley is a weedy field from the abandoned farmland, then the lower half is the place where gardens and fruit trees were abandoned.

Although many trees have been neglected for a long time, the traces of artificial planting are still clearly visible.

Similarly, because of the previous poisonous mist, all of them were half-withered, and fell into a situation of dying but not dying. It is often in this situation that it looks more barren.

Zhang Deming raised his height slightly, and he had a panoramic view of the entire lower half of the canyon.

Immediately, his eyes turned sharply, and he found that there seemed to be a platform in the lower half of the canyon, and there seemed to be a person lying on it at the moment?

With a slight movement of mind, Zhang Deming floated through the woods and came to the bottom of the canyon with a little guard.

"You're here? I didn't expect to see people with the same bloodline appearing in the clan in my lifetime. I can feel at ease!" The old man looked at the pair of dog ears on Zhang Deming's head and said so.

Judging from its appearance, it seems that Zhang Deming's arrival has been expected, and he is waiting for Zhang Deming. And there is a little remorse, a little regret, and a little inexplicable tone in the words.

Zhang Deming was stunned for a moment, and found that this person turned out to be a monk. Although he only had Liangyi's cultivation level, he was really an orthodox monk with cultivation base.

But at this moment, the old man's condition is not right, he has completely run out of fuel, and apart from his own reasons, the culprit is a tooth mark on his neck.

The tooth marks of the dog's mouth, the upper half is dark green, and the lower half is silvery white, it is constantly wriggling at this moment, devouring the old man's few vitality. Apparently because of Mo Bin's death, the curse imprinted began to explode.

What Zhang Deming was more concerned about was that besides his normal appearance, the old man also had a black dog tail protruding from behind his buttocks.

And beside the old man, there was also a strange dog lying down at the moment. It looks like Zhang's dog, but judging from the marks on the shoulders, it originally had two heads, but one of them seems to have been chopped off, leaving only a scar.

The dog is also of Liangyi cultivation, and depends on the old man's life. At this moment, through the connection with the beast, it supports the old man with a small amount of vitality and hangs the old man's life, which prevents the old man from dying at the beginning of the spell.

Of course, even so, it was just a slight delay, and even took a dog's life. The old man didn't seem to stop his dog from doing this, after all, if he died, his dog probably wouldn't live alone.

Zhang Deming turned his head to look at the whole round platform again. It seemed to be an altar. After carefully looking at it for a long time, after searching a lot of information, Zhang Deming was surprised to find that it was actually a real altar! ! !

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In the ancient sorcery period, many sorcery spells had an extremely long cast front swing, which was so long that it could not be used in battle at all.

Such spells are often weird and powerful, and the typical representative is the curse spell, such as the "Nailhead Seven Arrows Book" that is still resounding in Hongmeng.

This kind of thing is extremely weird, and it is hard to guard against. It's just that it takes a long time before casting a spell to make people desperate. Some people have to open the altar for several days. It feels like using time and life to hold back the big move.

As for the altar in front of him, if Zhang Deming didn't make a mistake in his perception, it would be a curse altar, an old one that can lose teeth, and an ancient magic altar with the legendary art of disgusting victory.

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Zhang Deming was surprised, and floated a little higher. He didn't want to be contaminated with this kind of crap.

Give it enough time to arrange it, make it secret enough, and the curse of exceeding the limit and stepping is not impossible. Of course, the price may be a bit high.

Seeing Zhang Deming's actions, the old man was a little stunned when he was lying on the ground, his oil was exhausted, and he said, "It seems that you are a young child, and you have a lot of knowledge. The clan was cursed by me and fell into decline, and you can still be cultivated." With such a baby, the old man can rest in peace a little bit!"

There is a bit of comfort in the words, a little free and easy, like a kind elder. Zhang Deming remained unmoved, and did not approach him.

"You...are the Zhang family?" Zhang Deming asked in amazement.

"Hehe... Zhang's family? Old man Zhang Mo!" The old man showed a wry smile.

"Zhang Mo? Bow Chang Zhang, black soil ink?" Zhang Deming said inexplicably. No normal Zhang and Mo family would take this name.

The two characters here represent blood feuds, like a sea of ​​blood feuds, piled up with young lives from generation to generation, and cannot be washed away.

Just getting together makes the existence of the two tribes angry, let alone named it after this.

While speaking, Zhang Deming looked around the surrounding environment, looked at the two-headed dog beside the old man, thought of a possibility, looked at the old man in astonishment and said: "Could it be that you..."

He paused at this point and did not continue his speculation.

The old man smiled, as if he understood what Zhang Deming was thinking, he said: "Yes, the old man was born here!"

"Third Grandpa??! Why are you?" The two of them were talking. At this moment, a surprised voice sounded. The old man looked up weakly. Zhang Deming turned his head and found that Zhang Zeli appeared on the edge of the fruit forest with Zhang Junti and Zhang Xiuqing.

At this moment, Zhang Zeli was looking at the old man named Zhang Mo in amazement, with surprise and doubt on his face.

Grandpa?

Those of the light class?

A generation higher than his Zhang preacher status?

So this old man is only about a hundred years old, and the Liangyi cultivator has a short life span of five hundred years and a long life span of eight hundred years.

"It's Zeli, I've suffered for you these years!" The old man struggled to support his half body, and said so, with a bit of kindness in his words.

Zhang Zeli was a little excited, and said with tears in his eyes: "The grandson is not suffering, this is what Zeli should do."

While speaking, he wanted to step forward to check the status of the old man on the altar, but was stopped by a vine protruding from the ground.

Zhang Zeli paused, looked up at Zhang Deming who was floating, and said with a little excitement: "Uncle, you may not know him. This is the third grandpa, Zhang Guangwei, just like you, Uncle. He was the one who sacrificed his life to enter the two clans together with many seniors." The patriarch of the channel!"

"Uncle? You are a child of the cloth generation? How come I don't remember?"

The old man who didn't know whether his name was Zhang Mo or Zhang Guangwei seemed to be looking at Zhang Deming floating in the air in amazement at the moment, and his words were still kind.

"This is Zhang Budao, Uncle Zhang, who came from the Yang family through the passage between the two clans, and only returned to the clan two years ago." Zhang Zeli explained.

The old man Zhang Mo looked at Zhang Deming, frowned and said, "Are you Guanghe or Guangyu's child? If I remember correctly, only Guanghe and Guangyu were trapped in the Yang family's land back then."

But Zhang Deming didn't answer the question. At this moment, the credibility of this old fellow was better than his own because of Zhang Zeli. If he accidentally stepped into his trap, he would be disadvantaged instead.

He still wanted to take over Zhangjiacun, but he couldn't set up preacher Zhang as abolished. Moreover, if the person who cultivates the art of hating victory, if he passes the major and fits the path, then... this character, hehe...

"The martyr who broke through the passage between the two clans? So, if I remember correctly, you are the only Zhang Guangwei who came out and caused the Zhang family's madness?

Hehe, plus the altar here, and what you said just now, if I understand correctly, the Zhang family was wiped out because of you! "Zhang Deming said so.

Hearing this, the old man looked a little lonely.

"Uncle, what are you talking about? Grandpa Guangwei had no possibility of spreading the disease at all back then. His Hui nationality was locked up voluntarily, and there was no chance of spreading any madness!" Zhang Zeli said so, he was the one who experienced it himself , which is fairly familiar.

"Hehe, there is such an altar of exhaustion, why do you need to touch it? In addition to the aura of mutation and curse that I felt in the ancestral hall before...

Then when you first entered the tunnel, you probably didn't want to break into some two-race tunnel to be a martyr.

Instead, go get the best curse materials, use the overflowing and diluted crazy fog as a guide, and open the altar, it really complements each other, getting twice the result with half the effort!

Wait... So the Yang family's canine plague was also caused by you, right? "Zhang Deming looked at the old man and said so.

Everyone was a little dazed when they heard the words. Zhang Xiuqing and Zhang Junti looked at the old man with flickering eyes, with a hint of fierceness. Zhang Zeli looked dull and expectant, as if expecting the old man to explain.

"Sigh, the misfortune of the Yang family has nothing to do with me, it was caused by Mo Bin's treachery and enlightenment!" The old man replied with a sigh, his words seemed to be filled with calmness and remorse, without any cover-up.

This sentence made Zhang Zeli feel like being struck by lightning, while Zhang Xiuqing and Zhang Junti's eyes were filled with fierce light, but Zhang Deming was slightly relieved, just admit it in disguise!

In this way, his identity is definitely higher than the credibility of the old man!

"Zhang Mo? This valley was originally...?" Zhang Deming suppressed the credibility of the old man's words in front of the Zhang family, and asked the previous question again.

The old man Zhang Mo was silent for a while, as if he was recalling something, before he spoke after a long time: "My father is Zhang Nianlin, and my mother is Mo Yu."

Zhang Xiuqing was dazed, Zhang Jun was dazed, and Zhang Zeli was dazed. The three of them looked at this legendary clan elder in amazement, who once had a very high status in the clan.

"Impossible! Impossible. Ancestor Nianlin married Nianjiao. Ancestor Nianlin was as handsome as Uncle Evangelist. There are many people in the family who are pursuing him. Why did he go to the Mo family?" !” Zhang Zeli said in a daze.

The old man looked at the three of them, and continued: "Back then, my father discovered another gap in the mist passage when he was on the edge of the Mo family, but he was bumped into by the Mo family and captured back to the family.

Because of some reasons in the passage, he was not killed, but was detained instead, so he got to know his mother. It was secretly hidden by my mother and brought here.

At first the father was imprisoned, but unfortunately it was of no use. The Mo family, regardless of gender, is very strong, and you all know it if you think about it. Later, when I got older and had me, my life became more stable. "

This means...

The corners of Zhang Deming's mouth twitched when he heard this, what is this?

Stockholm Syndrome?

Or should it be called Rijiushengqing?

Or milk baby healing?

Did he get it right?

This Mohist woman is really awesome! The beauty of the golden house is high enough!

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