Pei Mianman's face turned cold: "If you dare to paint my face, I will bite my tongue and commit suicide. Then we'll see how you use me to threaten Azu and demand the Phoenix Nirvana Sutra."

She had obviously guessed what Mosquito Taoist was thinking, and deliberately reminded Zu An, who was standing to the side.

Mosquito Taoist was taken aback: "Oh, this girl looks so delicate, but I didn't expect her to be so strong-willed. It seems she cares a lot about her face. Well then, cooperate obediently!"

"Alright, alright," Zu'an hurriedly said, worried that she might accidentally hurt Pei Mianman if her hand slipped. "We'll touch her, you just let her go first."

"You go and try first." Mosquito Taoist was cautious and obviously didn't want any accidents to happen.

Zu An shrugged, did not refute, and walked directly towards the stone tablet. The whole process was so cooperative that it surprised Mosquito Daoist.

He came to the stone tablet and examined it carefully. The tablet was dark in color and had an ancient and desolate feel. There were two patterns carved vertically on it, which he couldn't tell were characters or designs.

He stared thoughtfully at the two somewhat familiar patterns.

"What are you still dawdling over there for!" Seeing him standing there motionless, Mosquito Taoist said impatiently. With such a big commotion caused by the meteorite falling from the sky, people could come at any moment, so she naturally dared not delay.

Zu An said "Oh," and gently reached out to touch the stone tablet. As expected, he encountered the same problem that Mosquito Taoist had just encountered.

There was a transparent film separating him from the stone tablet, preventing him from actually touching it.

"Put some effort in!" Mosquito Daoist frowned. Could his guess be wrong? This wasn't left behind by a powerful human being either?

Zuan had no choice but to grit his teeth and crash into the stone tablet. However, having witnessed the miserable state of Mosquito Taoist's forceful attack, he did not use his full strength.

Sure enough, the moment he crashed into it, the previously elastic transparent "film" instantly became incredibly hard, causing him to cry out in pain.

The Mosquito Taoist, who was not far away, had been observing. He thought to himself that the force of the rebound when this thing hit him was obviously not as great as his own. It seemed that this thing absorbed the force of the attack to generate energy for its counterattack.

"I can't open it either." Zuan rubbed his shoulders as he got up from the ground, looking helpless.

"Try sprinkling your blood on it," Mosquito Taoist suggested again. Having traveled the world for so many years, she naturally understood that many restrictions required fresh blood as a catalyst.

She wasn't worried about any blood oath ceremony or anything like that, since she had this big-breasted woman as a hostage, and she was confident that with the difference in their cultivation levels, she could easily crush her opponent and then take her back.

While treasures bound by blood generally cannot change owners, they become ownerless again if the original owner dies.

Anyway, she figured she would kill him after interrogating him and getting the Phoenix Nirvana Sutra out of him. Almost instantly, she had already made up her plans.

Zuan didn't refuse, since he was covered in wounds anyway, and any wiping would draw blood.

He flicked a drop of blood at it, and the blood disappeared on the transparent light screen membrane, but unfortunately there was still no reaction.

"Could it be that the amount of blood isn't enough?" Mosquito Taoist muttered to himself. "Let's try getting more blood!"

"You've already injured me so badly, I don't have much blood left," Zuan complained, but still dabbed the blood off his body onto the membrane with his palm.

The transparent film seemed to have a self-cleaning function. At first, the area smeared with blood was bright red, but the red color quickly disappeared, and it returned to its transparent state.

"Is it absorbed or something else..." Mosquito Taoist was a little puzzled, and pushed Pei Mianman forward, "You, go and try it too."

Pei Mianman couldn't wait to leave her and went to Zu An's side. She used her spiritual energy to send a message: "Azu, what do we do now?"

Zuan's expression was somewhat strange: "Don't worry, there might be a turning point."

"A turning point?" Pei Mianman looked puzzled. She couldn't see any turning point at all. Did they really have to hope that someone would come?

"What are you whispering about there? Hurry up and try it!" Mosquito Taoist snorted. She didn't get too close, worried that there might be some powerful protective mechanisms next to these treasures, but she also didn't go too far away, lest she be caught off guard if anything happened.

Helpless, Pei Mianman tried the method Zu An had just used. The membrane remained and there was no reaction. However, after she wiped the blood from her wound onto the membrane, the stone tablet suddenly trembled. The two patterns on the stone tablet emitted a layer of golden light, and the two patterns seemed to come alive, flashing continuously.

Seeing this, Mosquito Taoist hurriedly came over to check, but unfortunately, apart from the bright lines flowing on the two patterns, there were no other changes. The membrane was still there, and he still couldn't touch the stone tablet.

Mosquito Taoist analyzed, "It seems the key lies in these two patterns. Does anyone recognize them?"

Zu An and Pei Mianman both shook their heads: "Never seen it before."

Mosquito Taoist was just asking casually. Even someone as knowledgeable as her had never seen anything like it, so she didn't think these two young people would understand.

She fell into deep thought: "Does this seal only require a woman's blood to trigger, or does it require both a man and a woman to trigger it simultaneously...?"

As she was pondering, Zu An suddenly grabbed Pei Mianman and looked at the two strange patterns on the stone tablet, saying, "Yin... Ruins!"

These two strange patterns in front of you are not random doodles, but ancient Chinese characters from your previous life on Earth—oracle bone script!

The Shang Dynasty, one of China's oldest dynasties, already had writing, which was generally inscribed on tortoise shells and bones for divination and sacrificial purposes, hence the name oracle bone script.

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