Chapter 566 I - the pig's foot, give me money!
In the evening, before it got dark, Zhang Yang opened his eyes, and his previously exhausted spirit had completely recovered at this moment.
And this spiritual power has been optimized by Brick No. 7 into five small blue water droplets, each of which can release a basic witchcraft word once.
So this is the power of technology and the benefit of dataization.
Originally, this small account could only release basic witchcraft once. If it was released a second time in a row, it would suffer the effect of mental exhaustion and coma.
"Sitting there and waiting for death is not my style. Brick No. 7, can you analyze some specific clues?"
As Zhang Yang spoke, he found some supplies in the room to arm himself. Among these supplies, of course, there was the wooden spear, which was a must-have for killing and robbing, as well as for home and travel.
And thanks to the year-round bitter cold in this place, the trees growing here are as strong as steel, making them perfect for cutting into wooden spears.
However, considering that the spiritual energy in this world was already chaotic and the military strength was relatively high, Zhang Yang, after serious consideration, used basic witchcraft on two of the best quality wooden spears.
One is the Fire of Ava. This basic witchcraft can be stored in a wooden spear for about nine hours before its power dissipates, comparable to a powerful enchantment spell.
The other is Aru's Ice, which can also store the power of ice in the wooden spear, and due to the environment, it can be stored for about fifteen hours before dissipating.
"Master, the analysis results are out. Based on the overall strength of this village, especially the seven demigod-level villagers, it is almost impossible for the curse to directly destroy this village with them in charge. So there is an 86% chance that this village should contain something that can attract or strengthen the curse. In addition, it is almost 100% certain that the more villagers die, the stronger the curse will be. So Brick No. 7 recommends that the master leave the village before tomorrow evening, otherwise something unspeakable will happen."
"I can't bear to talk about it. Get ready to work."
Zhang Yang said casually that his goal was simple, to find the cursed object hidden in this village and destroy it, so that even if the shadow curse came again, the damage caused would not be so serious. Did he really think that the seven demigod-level villagers were vegetarians? Of course, there was a premise here, that is, Zhang Yang's own actions could not be discovered, otherwise it would be counterproductive.
Fortunately, the aesthetic taste of the Xing clan is that big is beautiful. His cheap uncle's house and yard are nearly 2,000 square meters, and the neighbors nearby are about the same.
What's even more convenient is that the two neighbors on his left and right all died last night, so no one would care about a little kid like him messing around in his own yard in the dark.
"Whether the cursed object was brought back by the villagers intentionally or unintentionally, it is most likely near the courtyard where the deceased lived. If we compare the locations of the courtyards where the accidents occurred, we can find a central point as the center of the circle and draw a circle with the largest radius. The range can actually be controlled."
Zhang Yang was thinking in his mind, and plans were quickly outlined but were immediately rejected.
In fact, he himself knew that his behavior was a bit reckless, but who told him that this was a small account? In the spirit of being on the front line to obtain the most comprehensive intelligence, it was feasible to take a risk.
In the end, within just a few minutes, Zhang Yang had developed a main plan and three backup plans. Regardless of whether they would be successful or not, the priority was to collect information.
Therefore, each of his four plans has its own specific purpose. Even if the final plan fails and his small account dies directly, he can ensure that he can collect first-hand information.
With such a psychological expectation, the next step is easy.
Zhang Yang first dragged back hundreds of kilograms of greasy animal fat from the huge ice storage in the yard.
It must be mentioned that since the people of the Xing clan are all big and have an astonishing tonnage, their appetite is naturally astonishing. The reason why they have purchased a courtyard and rooms of nearly 2,000 square meters is partly because they like bigness, and the other part is to store food. After all, it is freezing cold outside, with temperatures as low as minus 30 to 40 degrees Celsius, which is simply a natural refrigerator.
Moreover, this kind of ice storage is built with natural ice bricks of one meter square, which can hold about 200 tons of supplies. Of course, Zhang Yang's cheap uncle has only filled it up partially, with about 30 tons of various frozen meats, frozen bones, furs, and some food collected during the short summer.
In addition, there are piles of logs in the courtyard, which are used for heating during the long winter. Just think about the huge five-meter-high fireplace in the room to know how much wood is needed.
Zhang Yang cut up all the beast fats into pieces and threw them into the big pot hanging on the fireplace. It was really a big pot that could accommodate more than a dozen adults on Earth for a bath.
As bundles of wood were thrown into the fireplace, flames several meters long roared, and the extremely high temperature melted the beast fat in the cauldron into liquid.
Zhang Yang took out a wooden barrel, scooped out the liquefied animal fat, and sprinkled it evenly on the pile of firewood outside. Now it was dinner time for the villagers, and the aroma of fat in the air would not attract any attention at all.
When the busy work was over, it was dark and the village suddenly became extremely quiet. Only on the wooden wall outside the village, there was a huge brazier with a blazing flame, and patrolling villagers could be seen there.
Zhang Yang lay on the big bed, waiting patiently, with an icy blue wooden spear on his left hand and a fiery red wooden spear on his right hand. At the same time, he was also preparing the third basic witchcraft word, which he could release within 0.5 seconds as long as the situation warranted. This time was enough considering the spread of the icy aura last night.
Time passes by little by little.
The wooden spear on Zhang Yang's left hand that contained the basic witch language of Aruzhibing began to emit a chilling aura. This was inevitable. After all, he had sealed the basic witch language of Aruzhibing into the wooden spear at noon, and now it was time for the power of the witch language to dissipate.
“It’s so cold.”
Zhang Yang jumped up, feeling a little emotional. The magic words of the Xing people were really powerful. Just a basic magic word could emit a chill of almost minus sixty degrees Celsius.
"Hey, I'm not afraid that you won't take the bait!"
Zhang Yang smiled coldly. If you think about it carefully, you will understand this principle. A cursed object that can exist in the ice and snow and can play a role must be preserved for an unknown amount of time before the curse is activated, so it must have properties such as ice.
Then there are two possibilities.
First, this cursed object is not afraid of the cold; second, this cursed object can draw power from the ice and continuously maintain the cursed state.
Let me ask you, if it was Zhang Yang who set up the game, what would he choose?
Of course, the second one is more durable and safer.
After all, no one knows when the Heaven's Way of the Xing Clan will be disrupted or when the spiritual energy will revive. Add to that the unexpected conditions of various rules and regulations, so the cursed objects must be delicate, big, black and rough, and durable to operate.
However, at this moment, it is far from the coldest season here, that is to say, the 39th day of the coldest winter has not yet arrived, so during the day, the temperature is only minus 20 degrees Celsius, and at night it is only minus 30 degrees Celsius.
This is very cold, but it is not satisfying for a cursed creature that needs to absorb the cold to maintain its function.
Then in this case, a wooden spear that can emit minus 60 to 70 degrees, no, at least minus 80 degrees, will be a piece of braised pork that is so mouth-watering and outrageous! After all, although the villagers here can also release Aru's ice, Zhang Yang can swear by his younger cousin's brother after searching his memory that these villagers who have become extremely powerful because of the revival of spiritual energy are really just stupid and rough.
He has all the power, but he is unable to use it effectively and accurately.
So they would not hide the Ice of Aru carefully, as carefully and meticulously as if writing a love letter to a goddess, into a finely cut wooden spear. Look at how evenly the power of ice is, and how perfectly it penetrates into every line and fiber of the wooden spear. What a moving work of art it is.
Therefore, Zhang Yang could once again swear on the toes of his little cousin that if the cursed object really existed nearby, it would most likely want to obtain this wooden spear and then evolve it into a new smaller version of the cursed object.
So this is the truth behind Zhang Yang’s arrangement.
Oh, I'm so ashamed. I haven't dug for a long time and my skills are a bit rusty.
Seeing that the wooden spear was turning into ice crystals all around, Zhang Yang quietly retreated to the side of the fireplace. The firewood here was still burning, but the huge heat could only keep a small area nearby warm.
Of course, Zhang Yang would never mention his other one, the Ava Fire Wooden Spear that he made at nightfall, which was now inserted in the fireplace and continuously absorbing accumulated power.
In order to achieve this goal, Zhang Yang had to use his fourth basic witchcraft word tonight, the Wood of Ayan, so that the wooden spear could accumulate power while remaining within the limit of not self-destructing.
“Here it comes!”
It was almost midnight, the coldest time of the day, when a peculiar chilly breath seeped in from outside the room. If Zhang Yang had not experienced it himself last night, he might not have been able to tell the difference between this chill and the cold wind outside.
So I can only say that details determine everything.
Zhang Yang narrowed his eyes, as if he was taking a nap.
In fact, he didn't even look at them. These evil cursed objects all had various strange stress traps. If you weren't careful, you would get caught in them. So you had to peel them carefully, like candies, with excitement and anticipation.
In just a few seconds, Zhang Yang seemed to be frozen. It was a coldness in his bones, a coldness that came from the depths of his soul. If he had no consciousness, he would have died at this moment.
After last night's killing, this cursed creature has indeed become exponentially stronger.
But it's useless.
As Zhang Yang expected, the target of the cursed object was the wooden spear that was about to reach the critical point of collapse. It was about to explode.
That's such a pity.
Therefore, in order to prevent this cursed object with great potential from self-destructing, the cursed object must undergo some kind of power transfer in order to suppress it.
At this moment, the distance between the two parties is negative.
To be precise, the main power of the cursed object is attached to the wooden spear.
"collapse!"
A certain sound was heard, like twelve mules desperately pulling a twelve-mule crossbow. The wooden spear flew out of the room uncontrollably and pierced through a hole the size of a washbasin that Zhang Yang had dug in advance at an accurate angle. After all, he didn't want any accidents to happen.
Then the wooden spear fell steadily on a large pile of firewood covered with animal fat.
Almost at the same time, the second wooden spear in Zhang Yang's hand flew out synchronously, and the Ava fire that had accumulated all night exploded instantly, like the gorgeous fireworks on New Year's Eve, exploding in this quiet mountain village.
Flames dozens of meters high engulfed everything in an instant.
Zhang Yang stared at it without blinking. After all, he still had two basic witch words in reserve in case of any accidents.
But just three seconds later, he shook his head regretfully.
The enemies this time are no good.
(End of this chapter)
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