Chapter 3102 Golden Lightning Pattern

As soon as Han Sen arrived at the hotel, Mrs. Yang said excitedly: "Your Excellency sold out all the genetic eggs we put on the shelves, except for the mutated eight-tone insect, all were taken away."

Han Sen probably knew what was going on. He surprised everyone at the banquet. They were all wealthy people with a lot of money. It was normal to come to his shop out of curiosity and take some photos of gene eggs.

"Remove the mutated octave eggs from the shelves. After the other goods are shipped, don't make them for the time being. I'll talk about it after I get new genetic eggs." Han Sen didn't want to get any genetic eggs. His purpose could be It's not purely for making money, just enough is enough.

"My lord, although you have great powers, but relying on you to dig out the gene eggs by yourself will waste your time, and you will not be able to form a good supply and marketing relationship, which is not conducive to long-term development." Master Yang said.

"Old Yang, what do you mean?" Han Sen looked at Master Yang and asked.

"We can find channels to buy goods, and then sell them online. Although we can make less money, the water will flow forever." Mr. Yang explained his thoughts in detail.

"Then this matter will trouble you, Master." Han Sen handed over the funds and rights to Master Yang.

Master Yang is very excited and ready to flex his muscles. Before he did not have the blood of the gods, he did not have much pursuit. Now that he has the blood of the gods, it is still a perfect blood of the gods. Master Yang seems to be a teenager all of a sudden. The whole body is full of enthusiasm.

"By the way, the white deer of the holy text is for you to use for the time being." Han Sen said and transferred the white deer of the holy text to Master Yang. two.

"My lord, please don't worry, the old man will definitely run the store." Master Yang was so excited that he couldn't speak. He had never thought before that one day he would be able to drive the god-level gene species.

"Safety first, do your best to do everything else." Han Sen waved his hand and went to his room.

Lying on the bed, Han Sen took out the stone xun to play with, but secretly sighed in his heart: "When the Destiny Tower was exploded, even the xun that Miss Xiangyin gave me was destroyed. I'm really sorry for her."

He brought the stone xun to his mouth and played the tune that Xiangyin taught him. As before, there was a cloud of mist overflowing from the hole of the xun, forming a cloud above him.

There was a voice in the cloud, it seemed to be thunder and lightning, and it seemed to be whispering Buddha's words.

Han Sen had heard this sound many times, but he didn't know what it meant. Today, because he was thinking about Xiangyin, he didn't have room to listen to those sounds. He just closed his eyes and played by himself.

The sound of the Xun is humming, distant and quiet. The power of the sound system is the power of tremors, but the sound of the Xun can calm people's minds. Even if they are a little impetuous, they will be influenced by the sound and become calm.

Han Sen finished playing the song, stroked the stone xun in his hand, and opened his closed eyes, but this time when he saw the clouds above his head, he was slightly taken aback.

In the past, when Han Sen played, he could only hear the whispering sound like the language of God, and he couldn't understand what it meant.

But this time, he not only heard the murmur, but also saw golden lightning flickering within the cloud.

What's even more weird is that the electric lines formed by the lightning turned out to be some symbols or texts. Although Han Sen had never seen such texts, but for some reason, when he saw those telegrams, he felt a strange feeling in his heart. It seems that I understood their meaning at once.

Han Sen came to his spirits all of a sudden, staring at the ever-changing golden lightning in the cloud to remember carefully, the more he looked, the more surprised he became.

In just a moment, the thunder and lightning gradually subsided, and the divine voice inside also gradually disappeared, and after a while, even the clouds also dissipated.

Han Sen quickly took out the stone xun and played it again. Soon the clouds gathered again, and the sound of chanting was heard again, but those golden lightning patterns did not appear again.

"How could this be?" Han Sen tried several times, but the result was the same. No matter how he played, even if he tried his best to play a piece of music, there was still no golden lightning emerging from the clouds.

"What the hell, it's the same song by the same person, and Shi Xun is also the same song, why is there such a big difference?" Han Sen was puzzled, and carefully recalled the difference between the playing just now and the present one.

"When I played before, I didn't think so much. I just thought about the past and Miss Xiangyin, but now I have a lot of distracting thoughts. If there is any difference, that's all." Han Sen wanted to find the blow the xun again.

It's a pity that emotions, even if you have the power to destroy the world, can't be controlled. It's just an occasional tremor of the soul, or it can be an instant perception, which is beyond human control.

The more Han Sen stopped thinking about it, the more he couldn't get into that emotion, and he had to give up in the end.

"If the meaning of those golden lightning patterns is true, it would be too amazing." Han Sen thought to himself.

Although he didn't see the complete Lei Dian text, but the few words he saw were already astonishing. What was recorded on it turned out to be the method of casting gods.

The so-called method of casting gods is not about cultivating god-level genetic species, but a method of casting real gods.

It's a pity that what Han Sen saw was only a part of it, without beginning or end, and he could only guess such a little thing.

"How can I read the full text?" Han Sen really wanted to find out how to forge the gods, and whether the above records were true.

"Sacrificing Xun!" The ghost of the Great Heavenly Demon appeared in front of Han Sen, looking at the stone pot in Han Sen's hand, his eyes were burning.

"You know this thing?" Han Sen asked, looking at the Great Heavenly Demon.

"It's called the Xun for worshiping the gods, and it's a sacrificial vessel for worshiping the gods." The Great Heavenly Demon replied, but his eyes never moved away from the stone Xun.

"I know it's a Xun. I want to ask you, what's the use of this thing?" Han Sen frowned.

The Great Heavenly Demon then closed his gaze, and smiled slightly: "As the name suggests, of course it is a utensil for worshiping gods, otherwise what's the use?"

Han Sen looked at the Great Heavenly Demon and said nothing. Judging from the Great Heavenly Demon's behavior when he saw Shi Xun, it was definitely not as simple as she said.

"Don't look at me with that look. If you want to know how to use it in detail, it's okay, but you have to spend the night with me." The big demon lay on the side opposite Han Sen, hooking his chin with his fingers, seductively said.

"I still have something to do, you can enjoy yourself." Han Sen got up and got out of bed. It doesn't matter if the big demon doesn't say anything. As long as he can figure out the lightning texts in the cloud, he should be able to roughly figure out what the purpose of Shi Xun is. .

It's just that Han Sen's own musical attainments are really not very good, that is, he accidentally felt Miss Xiangyin before, which inspired the golden thunder.

Let him do it again, without that state of mind, but it is impossible to do it no matter what.

"I can't do it myself, but it doesn't mean that others can't. If that Feng Yinyin is really the reincarnation of Miss Xiangyin, she must be very talented in music, and she should be able to help me unlock the secret in Xun." Han Sen secretly planned in his heart, planning to go Call Feng Yinyin for help.

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