Reverend Insanity

Mountain stone forests are still filled with dark red light. Root stone columns draped from the top of the cave, such as the overhanging giant trees of the paradise, are spectacular.

“It's been over a month since I last came in here.“ ”Fang Yuan thought that there was some helplessness.

Since the Sanzhai Alliance, the surrounding wolves have been swept away, so close to the secret cave of stone seams, there has always been a magician. In such cases, there is a risk of exposure even if the source of convenience is incognito.

Fangyuan was cautious and nurtured enough patience for 500 years. During this time, he restrained his desire and did not come here.

Until the spring of winter, the handicapped wolf was swept clean, the magician came in and out less, Fangyuan this only circled a large circle outside the door, then used the hidden scales and came all the way here invisibly.

More than a month later, some more monkeys migrated along the corridors that had been opened.

Fortunately, however, the number of monkeys is relatively small.

Fangyuan spent some effort killing the monkeys and marching all the way, finally resisting the center of the stone forest again.

In the shadow of a giant stone column, a clearly artificially opened hole appeared in front of him.

In the hole, the rough stone steps lead to the dark underground.

Fangyuan prompted the white jade trick, covering a bright layer of jade light all over his body, carefully picking up the steps down.

His left hand held a torch high and his right palm lit a bright moonlight - the moonlight was ready.

The darkness surrounds, even with a torch, can only illuminate five steps away.

In this case, it would be much better if there was a lit worm. It is unfortunate that Fangyuan is not so rich yet.

One step at a time, walking half a mile, he reached the end of the stone steps.

A rough stone door appears in front of Square Source.

“Killings in the Golden Centipede Cave can be used to heed evil.” The source raised the torch and found some words engraved on the stone gate.

Listen…

Golden centipede...

Fang Yuan squinted his eyes, and the fine light flashed for a while, hiding something.

“If I hadn't expected it...” He knelt down, touched the floor with his hands and quickly touched a damp piece of land in front of the stone gate.

“Got it." He was slightly happy, digging the dirt with his hands, and he really found a hidden flower.

He cautiously opened the petals and took a worm out of his heart.

This trick is quite special.

It's like a man's ear, but smaller. It's all earthy, dry and dumb.

Pinched in the hand, some dry, like dried marinated radish with a little warmth.

Extend the root stem outward around the ear. There are dozens of these elongated rootstocks, like ginseng.

This is a two-spinning maneuver, which is called listening to meatloaf.

Watching the meatloaf in your hand, the square glanced a few blinks.

This place listens to meatloaf in time, can be used for reconnaissance and is suitable for his use.

One of the great advantages of listening to meatloaf is that the reconnaissance distance is as far as 300 steps, which is quite remarkable among the second-track reconnaissance insects.

And ear grass is easy to feed.

Its ingredients are ginseng sushi.

The southern frontiers of the world are mostly old forests of deep mountains, with far more people than on Earth. Hunters go mountain hunting and occasionally pick up some.

Ginseng in particular is easy to store, as long as it is really dry and sealed at room temperature for a long time.

Moon orchid petals wither in a few days, but the ginseng can be stored for a long time.

“The three aspects of the cultivation, use and refinement of insects are immense and exquisite. Listening to meatloaf, though easy to grow, can be cumbersome to use.” The source is dark. He pinched his hand and listened to the meat and ear grass. It was so dark that he refined it instantly.

Excellent listening to meatloaf, comparable to many triceps in the distance of reconnaissance. But heaven is fair, and to listen to meatloaf, it is not just refined, but there is a certain price to pay.

Like zombie tricks, wooden tricks, they must be used with some other tricks. Otherwise, after a long time alone, the magician's body will be eroded and turned into a real zombie or tree man.

“Many tricks, successfully refined alone, cannot be used, and some special conditions are required. This is how the earth listens to meatloaf. If I had this trick, I could listen to the truth, truly do more than swim in the wolf tide, even use this wolf tide to achieve some purpose..."

After reflecting on it, Fang Yuan decided to use this floor to listen to meatloaf.

The gains have outweighed the losses, so even to pay that price is nothing for the future.

“No matter which world you don't pay, where do you reap it?” Fang Yuan sneered and listened to the meatloaf into the vacuum.

He glanced deeply at the stone gate and turned away.

The other side of the stone gate will be dangerous, if not worse than expected. You need to listen to the meatloaf to avoid it.

Fangyuan exited the secret cave, but did not rush back to the cottage. Instead, he turned around a few times. After hunting several lone wolves, he gained a couple of pairs of wolf eyeballs, which led him back.

He was still the last on the merit list, walking down the street, and some of the magicians who knew him gave him a hidden smile and a slight look.

Fang Yuan doesn't care, he still does what he wants.

In the following days, he redeemed the ginseng with a modest amount of war and fed it alive, listening to the meatloaf, restoring it to a full state of life.

Most of the attention of the family was drawn to the wolf tide, and no one was concerned about the source. Uncle and Aunt Xingxu would still be involved, but nothing has happened since Fangyuan sold the property to them.

Things are hard to do. Things are good.

Soon, the source was low profile and successfully completed some preparatory work.

This night, the moon stars are sparse.

The moon hangs as high as a jade tray, and the gentle night is like a veil, covering Mount Green Mao.

From time to time, a wolf howl comes from far away.

Fangyuan closed the doors and windows and stood naked on the floor of the rented house. On the small table in front of him was a basin filled with warm water, a white napkin next to the basin and a sharp dagger on the white cotton cloth.

Even the floor on which he stood was covered with thick cloth.

A ray of moonlight, through the window crevices, is reflected on the table.

The source was indifferent and he reached out and grabbed the dagger. On a snowy blade, it shines through the cold and looks like a mirror.

In the slightest light, the teenager's eyebrows appear on the dagger, through a kind of cold.

At this moment, Fangyuan cannot help but think of the Sunflower Treasure Book, a martial arts book on Earth.

The first sentence of the first page of the Sunflower Dictionary is, "To practice this work, wave the sword from the palace”.

To gain the power of acceleration, there must be abandonment and devotion!

What about your own palace?

How can ambition and hegemony be achieved without such near-brutal decisions and shredding?

If you don't pay, you get it. It's all a fairy tale about cheating on kids.

In order to be able to listen to the meatloaf here, what is the price to pay?

Thinking of this, Fang Yuan suddenly laughed.

He gently touched the cold blade with his fingers and whispered softly--

The moon is frosty at night and the knife is particularly cold.

Hard winter doesn't kill seriously, how can you see Yangchun!

The voice just went down and he struck like a lightning bolt.

Hands up and down, blood appeared.

One piece of meat fell on the table--

The entire right ear of the source was cut off and the blood erupted.

In time, he first felt his ears cool and then came in a strong and violent attack.

He bit his teeth, slightly poured a sip of air, held on to the pain, and summoned from the empty tips to listen to the meatloaf.

This earth listens to the meat and ear grass, which he raised vibrantly, is not the same as what was just taken out.

When it was first taken out of hidden flowers, it was dull and dry, but now warm and fat, rising to the size of an adult's palm.

Touch it in your hand, it's elastic, like the drooping ears of a Buddha statue on Earth.

Fangyuan pressed the ear grass onto the wound on the side of his head, and a strand of red iron truly came in as it was perfused.

Listening to the roots of the meadowgrass gained momentum and began to grow at visible speeds, rooted in the wounds of the square.

It's another pain!

The source feels like dozens of earthworms are coming through the wounds and into their heads.

This feeling is not only painful, but also disgusting.

Generally speaking, in doing so, the magician uses some of the other tricks to paralyze his nerves. But Fangyuan did not have such conditions. He could only rely on his own steel-like willpower to carry it.

After all, the body of the teenager, Fangyuan suffered such severe pain that his body began to shake.

More and more rootstocks extend into the wound. Slowly, the flesh-eared grass and the bloody wounds glued together, forming the new right ear of the square.

At the end of the day, the wound stopped bleeding, not even scarring.

But Fangyuan's face was pale, the pain was only slightly reduced, and he was still tormented.

His head was blushing and his heart pounding rapidly.

By here, most of the success has been achieved, but Square's body still needs time to adapt to listening to the meatloaf here.

He first took out the mirror and took a slight moonlight and photographed it.

Just look in the mirror, pale, slightly wrinkled eyebrows. The left ear is small, and the right ear is more than twice as fat, with some deformities.

The source was not surprised. Instead, after a moment, it was satisfied that no problems had been detected.

He dropped the mirror and took the cloth towel, soaking the warm water in the basin and began to wipe the blood off his body.

He was naked and the blood was very easy to clean. Some of the blood runs to your feet and is absorbed by a pre-covered cotton cloth on the floor.

The source cleared the blood and finally picked up his original right ear on the table.

He snorted coldly and the moon pounded in his palms. And he hanged his right ear, and hung it into pieces, and made a sign of destruction.

The remaining basin of blood water was squared under the bed and a stone was thrown into it.

After all this, Fangyuan just lay down in bed.

The pain has weakened for the most part, but it still afflicts him.

The source felt a headache for a while, with the heartbeat, the synapses.

After a long time, he finally fell asleep.