Linghu Lan searched in vain for a long time but found nothing.
She sat on the ground and said coldly, "Come out!"
Mo Wen emerged from behind a tree and silently squatted down in front of the entrance.
"There must be another way to get in here."
"Huh! What are you doing here?"
“I’ve been tracking Song Cheng, but I lost him along the way and took care of a few other people. I’ve only just found him now.”
Mo Wen had no hostility towards Linghu Lan, and Linghu Lan asked casually.
In extreme environments, it can identify a person more quickly.
In Linghu Lan's eyes, Mo Wen killed someone, but stubbornly adhered to certain principles, which were all the more precious in such a harsh place.
In Mo Wen's eyes, Linghu Lan was different in two ways: one was that he did not kill people, and the other was that his martial arts skills suddenly increased.
In such an environment, it would be very difficult not to kill.
Most importantly, he still has his own rational analysis of this matter.
He was eager to see what the outcome would be on the island if they didn't kill anyone, or if they killed everyone.
Linghu Lan was a very important experimental subject for him. If necessary, he would not hesitate to help her kill someone. Fortunately, this experimental subject had enough ability to protect herself.
"How many people have you killed so far?" Linghu Lan took out the wishing guide from her bosom and carefully looked at the detailed descriptions, trying to find something she could use.
"Six hundred and fifty-three." Mo Wen looked at the illustration and a thought struck him. "You really don't treat me like an outsider."
Mo Wen could immediately see the importance of that map. Mastering it meant being able to control many of the island's plants and animals, making them as lethal as modern people with firearms fighting ancient people with cold weapons.
"You want it?" Linghu Lan smiled and casually handed it to Mo Wen. "It's yours!"
A hint of surprise flashed in Mo Wen's eyes as he turned his head and said, "Don't joke around!"
"Do I look like someone who's joking? I'm a businessman, one hundred million!"
Mo Wen's breath caught in his throat: "..." Why don't you just rob it?
Suddenly, remembering Linghu Lan's reply when Song Cheng said those words, he silently swallowed the words that were about to come out.
You're really obsessed with money!
"Poverty makes people lose their ambition, and I don't want poverty to limit my pursuit of excellence!"
Mo Wen: "..."
Exquisite?
Refined?
To?
In this godforsaken place, people live worse than ghosts, yet they still talk about refinement?
but……
In an instant, he realized he was wrong.
Linghu Lan stood up and calmly cast a cleansing spell on herself.
Instantly, he was clean and spotless from head to toe.
Mo Wen looked at her in surprise, then at himself.
In an instant, I understood a phrase: the difference between heaven and earth.
Holy crap!!!
"Your magic is quite peculiar!"
"Cleansing technique? An essential skill for cultivating immortality; anyone who starts cultivating can learn it."
Mo Wen fell silent again. He actually thought she was telling the truth with such a childish answer!
Linghu Lan handed over the illustrated guide again.
"Here, take this. I've already written it all down, so it's useless to me now!"
Mo Wen remained silent for a while, then finally reached out and took it, solemnly saying, "Thank you!"
Linghu Lan did not answer, but waved her hand and turned to leave.
This is nothing, just a reward for your principles!
She sighed silently, saying that people with principles and bottom lines are already rare creatures here.
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