After a long while, everyone recovered from their shock. Xiong Ri Shou couldn't help but mutter:

"This is the diary of the Black Priest... This guy's hobbies are really different! I want to know how this diary is written."

The clown said calmly:

"We also found this matter unbelievable at first, but after careful research, we found that although it seems absurd, it is actually reasonable... The Wailing Grass can be tamed. I think you all know this, right?"

Someone beside him immediately nodded and said:

"Yes, that's right. There is a cat demon called Gardener Ruel who is good at planting and taming Wailing Grass and using this plant to fight back. Some Gardeners Ruel even carry improved Wailing Grass seeds on their bodies to fight back against their enemies."

The clown said:

"Yes, this is the second point. The Wailing Grass is actually a very peculiar species, between animals and plants. It can be domesticated and improved. The Black Priest has the habit of keeping a diary, but unfortunately, his diary once fell into the hands of the enemy, and the enemy almost used the records in his diary to take his life. However, the Black Priest found that he had no other way to relieve stress except writing a diary, so he thought of a way to let himself write a diary without having to worry about the diary being leaked!"

"He found a lot of Wailing Grass, and then he kept improving it. The improvement must have lasted for a while, and the Wailing Grass in front of him is the result of his improvement. Every day, the Black Priest only needs to tell the Wailing Grass what he wants to record in his diary, and the Wailing Grass will record it completely. When the Black Priest wants to read it, he only needs to press his fingers on the petals of the Wailing Grass, and the two sides can communicate directly in their consciousness!"

"To be precise, the Black Priest can both input information into the Wailing Grass and read information from it... and this Wailing Grass, after it was improved, was only the size of a palm. Even though it was in a flowerpot, the Black Priest could carry it with him."

Everyone listened to the clown's words very seriously. The clown continued:

"According to the historical data we have consulted, the Black Priest was finally surrounded by the Empire's law enforcement team. He knew he was no match for them and blew himself up. Before he died, he probably didn't want his diary to fall into the hands of others, so he deliberately increased the range of the explosion and finally died without a complete body. Of course, the people who were responsible for searching the body would definitely not notice a small Wailing Grass, not to mention that the Wailing Grass originally had the ability to suddenly shrink into the ground?"

"We don't know exactly what happened. According to the analysis of the experts we hired, it was nothing more than a mutation. There are many reasons for this. For example, the Black Priest did not improve the Sorrow Grass thoroughly, which led to a mutation several years later. Another example is that when the Black Priest blew himself up, his resentment and spirit were absorbed by this thing. In short, it mutated and escaped the intricate search and survived."

"Next, it was the growth period of this monster. It began to break through the normal limits of the Sorrow Grass and turned into a monster like the Giant Tree Guardian Rodin. It also had the ability to move slowly. What's more terrifying is that it also has the ability to create illusions. When this guy was in his prime, he once blocked the famous Rock Mountain Road and slaughtered more than 300 caravan members at one time to absorb their nutrients, until it was attacked by the Void Ancestor Anti-Demon Group and disappeared."

"Because there are a large number of exorcists in the Xuzu Anti-Demon Group, most of these exorcists are good at using the power of chakra and flames. Therefore, the mutant Sorrow Grass can only choose to escape into the Ten Thousand Year Snow Mountain to expel the chakra and flames that are suppressed deep inside its body, hoping to use the cold air here to heal itself. However, its hunting of the ice spiders here attracted the attention of Skarsa, and finally Skarsa flew out, froze it with his dragon breath, and then dragged it into the nest like the other prey."

"However, when Skarsa wanted to eat it, perhaps it was the remaining chakra and flame power in this guy's body, or perhaps it was the injected black priest power that made Skarsa very disgusted. Perhaps these residual powers were nothing to Skarsa, but if there was a choice, normal people would not eat a piece of spoiled cheese, right? So, this wailing grass monster was frozen in Skarsa's nest... until we got it out."

After listening to the clown's explanation, Mixia was silent for a while and said:

"So is it alive or dead now?"

The clown said simply:

"It has turned into the form of an undead. This is caused by the power of the black priest in its body. When it was hit by Skarsa's dragon breath, it was still alive and had the special vitality of a plant. However, after so many years, its power has almost been lost bit by bit in this piece of ice. Even if it turns into an undead, it will not be able to break free from the shackles of the dragon's breath ice. I can guarantee this."

Another man who was covered in black steel armor suddenly said:

"If that's the case, then how did you read this very different diary?"

The clown pointed at the ice wall and said:

"We should read it the same way the Black Priest reads it. Don't forget, the fundamental purpose of him cultivating this thing is to use it as a diary. So no matter how powerful this Wailing Grass Monster is, or how it mutates, its most fundamental power and use is to keep the Black Priest's diary. Because it once became very powerful, even if its life disappears, this use is still there... I think I mentioned to you just now that this guy has the ability to create illusions, right? This is how we read this diary."

Having said that, the clown snapped his fingers, and then the staff who had been prepared nearby began to get busy. They could see that electric scaffolding was slowly rising around the blue giant ice that preserved the Howling Grass Monster. Then they found that two pipes tens of meters long had been chiseled out on the left and right of the giant ice. Judging from the direction of the ice pipes, they should lead to the limbs of the Howling Grass Monster frozen in the ice, but it should still be one or two feet away.

The clown pointed at the red buds on the head of the Wailing Grass Monster and said:

"This thing is the organ of the wailing grass that senses the outside world. It is similar to the human head and is responsible for sensing the external environment. It can also release some kind of poisonous gas according to the situation to lure animals to the vicinity. Then the wailing grass will instantly pierce out from the ground and eject the long thorns on its body surface like a cactus to kill the animal. We have made arrangements for this."

At this time, two streams of red liquid had begun to be injected into the two pipes, and then, the strangest thing happened. Some messy lines or patterns began to appear around the giant light blue ice, and then gradually became clearer. In simple terms, it was like a first-person movie, and it was not edited. It was very boring. A person got up, ate breakfast, and then flipped through some documents and started practicing magic...

However, everyone present, even Misha, was shocked. They had understood the principle of how the clown "read" the diary. This wailing grass monster had already become undead, so it had a special sensitivity to things like blood and life. The clown released blood into it to make it feel that food was coming.

However, the monster was sealed in the ice at this time, so the only way for it to hunt was to instinctively create illusions. It had become an undead creature, and its autonomous memories from its previous life had been lost and shattered. So the only thing it could use was the "diary" written by the black priest himself, and the memories instilled into it!

"Pa, pa, pa..." Suddenly there was crisp applause. It was Mixia who was the first to applaud. Since she took the lead, the others would definitely follow suit.

“Excellent idea, excellent action!”

After a while, when the applause died down, Xiong Rishou had already winked at the man in black body armor without leaving any trace, and the man immediately asked in a kind tone:

"In that case, the Black Priest has almost poured all the important memories that he wants to keep into this Wailing Grass Monster?"

The clown said:

"Yes."

This person immediately asked a very pointed question:

"The Black Priest is a person who has his memories injected into him. Of course, he will remember which day is the most important to him. And there must be some method to specifically read this special diary. But, Moriarty, have you mastered this method?"

The clown's expression began to look ugly:

"No."

The man continued:

"I remember you said that the Black Priest's habit is to write a diary, right?"

The clown said gloomily:

"Yes."

This person said:

"According to records, the Black Priest lived for more than 150 years before he was intercepted and killed. If he wrote a diary every three days, then the amount of liquid he left behind would be a very shocking number. In fact, we have been here for fifteen minutes, and the Black Priest's diary shows that he had not even finished his breakfast... and the liquid you injected into the ice hole to stimulate the Wailing Grass monster is about to be exhausted."

At this point, the man snorted:

"If I'm not mistaken, the liquid you injected into the ice hole contains powdered ice crystals. This stuff is very expensive, so the cost of reading the Black Priest's memory should be very high, right? And now the Wailing Grass monster has already turned into an undead, so it is possible that it will often transform into the same content after being stimulated..."