Pang Dezong took out an alchemical device called a situation compass, forced himself to concentrate, and made several hand gestures, and the needle on the compass began to move.
Different from ordinary compasses, this one is called the Thousand Senses Divine Needle, and it was also a tool made by his master, specially used for treasure hunting and finding people.
After turning back and forth a few times, the pointer pointed in one direction.
It was obvious that using the Thousand Consciousness Needle was extremely demanding. After performing dozens of hand seals, Pang Dezong's already exhausted expression became even more listless, and his body was shaky. This was exactly why he hadn't helped Zhao Si Ning find someone in the past few days. The Thousand Consciousness Needle was too demanding, and he was afraid of missing out on important tasks.
"It should be in that direction. Let's go look for it." Pang Dezong said, suppressing the urge to fall down.
Zhao Sining cheered up and ran forward quickly with his legs that felt like they were filled with lead.
If Mu Hanyan and others saw this scene, they would be horrified, because the direction he was running to was exactly where Miss Zhao Si and others were buried.
But the strange thing is that the originally raised tomb has now become completely flat, with some scattered rubble piled on it. It looks exactly the same as the surrounding scenery. No wonder Zhao Sining couldn't find this place after digging here and there.
"Wait." But just when Zhao Sining was about to arrive in front of the graves of Miss Zhao Si and others, Pang Dezong called out again.
I saw the Thousand Consciousness Needle on the compass start to turn again, pointing in another direction.
Zhao Sining quickly stopped and ran in that direction without waiting for his instructions.
"Wait, they changed direction again." Zhao Sining finally climbed down the cliff, and before he had time to catch his breath, Pang Dezong shouted again.
Looking back, he saw the Thousand Consciousness Needle in his hand spinning rapidly again.
Zhao Sining gritted his teeth and rushed in that direction again.
"Wait, this is the wrong direction."
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The Thousand Senses Divine Needle in Pang Dezong's hand stopped and turned from time to time, while Zhao Sining ran around like a headless fly in the direction indicated by the needle, and was so tired that he was panting like a big yellow dog.
If Mu Hanyan and the others saw it with their own eyes, they would probably be so surprised that they would be speechless.
Zhao Si Ning ran around in a panic and stepped over the graves of Miss Zhao Si and others several times, but the Thousand Consciousness Needle never stopped and he still got nothing.
"Master uncle, is this going to work? I really don't have the strength left." Although Zhao Si Ning was deeply in love with Miss Zhao Si, his love could not be eaten. He could no longer run and sat down on the ground, gasping for breath.
"This is a treasure made by your great-grandmaster himself. It has been used to hunt for treasures and find people for so many years without any mistakes. How could it not work?" Pang Dezong followed behind him, also panting with exhaustion. He pressed his knees with his hands and could not straighten his waist. Hearing that he dared to doubt the Thousand Consciousness Divine Needle made by his great-grandmaster himself, he said unhappily.
"But why can't I find it after turning around so much?" Zhao Sining asked puzzledly.
"Maybe, nothing happened to her at all. As soon as the barrier was opened, she escaped before we could find her. Now she is following the path back to Black Stone City." Pang Dezong said after thinking for a while.
Zhao Si Ning's eyes lit up after hearing his words. The path back to Black Stone City twisted and turned. If Miss Zhao Si was returning along this path, she wouldn't be heading in the same direction. This would explain the Thousand Consciousness Needle's random movements, and it was the most reasonable explanation.
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