Chapter 39

Waking up from the darkness, his head was throbbing with pain, and the back of his head was itchy. Jiang Zhulang reached out to touch it reflexively, and it was wet, thinking that he had hit his head.

After bandaging it casually, he lit a lamp and looked for the trace of Loshia. He found that in this strange place, he could not use his arcane power.

The blue lights were turned on, and the moment he could see the surroundings clearly, Jiang Zhulang was startled. All he saw was bones all over the ground.

Being very familiar with skeletons, he could tell that the layers of black and yellow bones piled up to the bottom were all human bones, both those of children and adults.

He took out the simulated spider made by Loshia from the storage ring. He wanted to prick his finger and drip blood to activate it. Suddenly, Jiang Zhulang stopped moving. Looking at the bloodstains on his hands, he had an idea:

Every time Jiang Zhulang saw a scene similar to the one about dripping blood to acknowledge the master, he wondered, why did they only use blood from fingertips? Wouldn't blood from other places work?

Now, he finally has a chance to experiment.

Jiang Zhulang pinched the lifelike little spider and rubbed it on the blood again and again, staring at it expectantly, staring at it...

After a minute, it finally moved slightly, but the movement looked very reluctant.

Jiang Zhulang raised his eyebrows: So any blood will do!

He felt inexplicably excited as if he had learned some great secret, and he controlled the spider to crawl forward to investigate the situation.

There were many skeletons here, and he didn't have any arcane skills, so he had to be cautious. Even if he could go back, it would be better to take less damage.

After the spider moved, Jiang Zhulang found that his perspective was divided into two halves. One half was a God's perspective floating in the sky, similar to the time when he rewinded. He could see himself standing there stupidly, motionless. The other half was shared with the spider, which became extremely low, crawling up and down in the sea of ​​bones, making him feel a little dizzy.

Fortunately, although the spider was a little bumpy as it crawled forward, it was a product of alchemy after all, and it was extremely fast. Its short legs flew very fast, and soon it passed through the pile of bones and saw Loshia who was firmly bound by thorns on the gem throne.

Somehow, the disguise that had lasted for a long time lost its effect, revealing his original appearance, with scars all over his body, his prosthetic eye bulging outward, one corner of his mouth drooping weakly, while the other half was curved smoothly. The prosthetic eye that had always been shining and moving was dim and seemed to be not activated.

For some reason, Jiang Zhulang felt a little flustered. He was afraid.

He was not sure how long he had been unconscious, or whether he had missed the maximum retracement time.

Then, the half of his consciousness that remained in his body almost instinctively wanted to take a step forward. He saw that his body was stumbling, his left foot stumbling over his right foot, and his limbs were moving uncoordinatedly like a zombie, one step at a time.

At the same time, the little spider was fighting with its eight legs, rolling over and over in a weird posture, and in a few breaths it came in front of Roshia, bounced up, and hit Roshia's nose hard, making a "bang" sound.

Feeling a slight breeze blowing, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he watched the blood slowly flowing out from under Luo Xia's high nose bridge. Jiang Zhulang breathed a sigh of relief again.

He released the delicate connection with Spider-Man and touched the tip of his nose guiltily.

It was quite painful when I hit it.

Since there was no danger ahead, Jiang Zhulang walked forward boldly, passed the pile of bones, and came to the throne.

He took out the little spider from Roshia's pocket and put it in his pocket. He pulled the thorn, but as expected, he couldn't move it. Jiang Zhulang then took out a pair of scissors from his storage ring that were said to be able to cut iron blocks, but still couldn't move the thorn at all.

In this case...

He picked up the gun that had fallen at Roshia's feet, walked around behind the throne, pulled the trigger, and fired bullets at the tangled thorns.

Flames shot up into the sky.

When the smoke cleared, the gemstone back of the throne was charred black, and the thorns turned to ashes.

Jiang Zhulang chuckled proudly:

The owner of this space probably never imagined that there would be a weapon that did not require arcane power but could unleash power beyond arcane.

He caught the unconscious Roshia, and the moment his body left the throne, the throne shattered, and a wooden box containing a wake-up potion and a exaggerated diary emerged.

Ignoring the strange diary titled "My Legendary Life", Jiang Zhulang immediately opened the medicine and sniffed it to identify the ingredients. After confirming that it was non-toxic, he pinched Luo Xia's cheeks and forced the medicine into his mouth.

Not long after, after a few weak groans, Luo Xia slowly woke up. When his eyes opened, his blood-red artificial eye also lit up and moved slightly.

"Lan Nuo...?" His voice was weak and barely perceptible.

Jiang Zhulang held his hand as he was about to raise it, and replied, "I'm here."

A few minutes later, Roshia finally regained consciousness and struggled to get up. "...How are you? Are you injured?"

Jiang Zhulang shook his head and replied, "I'm fine. But you, are you feeling unwell?"

Luo Xiya groaned: "My nose hurts."

Jiang Zhulang: "Ahem." He looked away awkwardly, feeling guilty, "Maybe I bumped into something."

He picked up the diary and diverted Roshia's attention. "Let's see what's written here!"

I opened the diary and the first page read:

"Congratulations, lucky stranger, you have received Tom's most precious legacy!"

"Oh, by the way, you may not know who Tom is. So, please allow me to introduce myself. I am Tom."

"Again, you may not know who Tom is, but don't mistake me for the nagging Tom who can smash ten people with a plaque on the street. You may be more familiar with my other name - 'King of Warlocks'."

Seeing this, Jiang Zhulang and Luo Xia looked at each other with a dignified expression.

He had never imagined that the owner of the nesting doll palace he had stumbled into was actually the legendary one. You know, not long ago, he had racked his brains to associate "Lan Nuo" with himself.

I continued reading my diary with a delicate mood:

"I named the blood I activated 'Blood of God', but my lover thought the name was too pretentious, so she forced me to change it to 'Invisible Air'. Oh, she has no taste in naming!"

"...After reading this, are you curious about how I became a warlock at the age of thirty, and how I activated the 'invisible energy' that had never been recorded before?"

"Okay, okay, the great Tom will tell you with reluctance: I am the product of inbreeding in a family of sorcerers. They pursued pure blood, but ended up giving birth to batches of useless people without any bloodline, and I am one of them."

“…”

From a bunch of nonsense, Jiang Zhulang learned that due to long-term inbreeding, the blood of Tom's generation mutated, and the five children born in that unknown family all had mutated blood. Unfortunately, the blood concentration was not high and the power was weak, which could not be detected by instruments. Therefore, they were expelled from the family and had to fend for themselves.

When Tom was 31 years old, disasters occurred frequently on the continent of Needles. Just as coincidentally and as if destined, the five men met again. They did not recognize each other and fought for a piece of sour black bread. In the end, Tom, who had been working hard for a long time and was in a strong body, won and swallowed the bread stained with the blood of his hands and brothers.

Then, the power that was evenly distributed among the five people spontaneously gathered on Tom alone. The moment he activated his bloodline, he knew the conditions for obtaining the invisible energy:

——A single Tianfu bloodline of close relatives must combine for at least ten generations to produce only one newborn. If there are multiple offspring, then the siblings must fight each other, and only the winner can gain power.

"Except for the first generation of bloodline inheritors, the invisible energy will randomly appear in the only child with a small probability. In other words, the subsequent bloodline inheritors are so lucky that they can obtain supreme power without killing their brothers and sisters."

"Of course, as a price to pay, those with the bloodline of the Formless Energy will often activate their talents much later, or even never be able to activate them in their entire lives..."

"Compared to the first generation of brothers killing each other, this price is very easy, right? So, lucky stranger, if you got my notebook in order to find a way to activate the dormant bloodline, then congratulations, you may be the next 'Invisible Qi'..."

Closing the diary, Jiang Zhulang heaved a sigh of relief. He inexplicably felt sleepy and wanted to fall asleep on the pillow. His "Lan Nuo's life experience gold-plated plan" was accomplished so smoothly.

He was a little dazed.

Although the records in this diary are disorganized and illogical, some details unexpectedly fit the outline ideas and happened to solve his problems. They came too timely, as if a mysterious force turned his thoughts and urgent needs into reality.

Could it be that he has awakened an ability similar to that of a spirit of words, where whatever he thinks is what he gets?

Thinking about the "mushroom potion" that had no clue and had not made any breakthrough so far, his slightly fluctuating emotions calmed down again.

He opened his mouth and was about to say something to Luo Xia, but the long-lost feeling of being pulled back came over him, and Jiang Zhulang returned to reality.

The cell phone on the bedside table was ringing with an unusually gentle alarm.

He rubbed his swollen forehead, turned off the alarm, glanced at the date, and remembered that he had plans for the day.

This update will stop here.

Thinking like this, Jiang Zhulang roughly estimated the length of the update and found it was just right. He got up, washed up, and hurried out.