Shaman’s Awakening

A quick glance at these unintelligible murals, Jiang Han turned the entire stone room halfway, and finally the last mural, Jiang Han stopped, because there was something he could understand.

The painting on this wall is not a painting, but a process of colony cultivation. It is different from the previous one. This painting was painted with chalk, and there are many annotations next to it. Obviously it is a modern product.

Jiang Han is a medical doctor. He can understand a lot of these things, but after all, the professional is not right. After seeing the complexity of the back, he can't understand painting and text annotation.

Although he didn't understand it, Jiang Han wrote down all these contents, and if it was used, it was good to be able to immediately remember to follow the steps.

Could this be the method of cultivating the virus, and here is the place to cultivate the virus, then the big pit...

"By the way, is it the kind of little snake in this big pit?" Jiang Han suddenly remembered how he came to this place.

A small snake can spread the virus that contaminates the entire plantation of Dongjiang Town. If all of the big pits are of that kind, it is unthinkable. If all these things are released.

A terrible disaster!

How big is this pit and the number of small snakes in it? Jiang Han felt numb just thinking about it.

Slowly walking back to the edge of the big pit, he shot the flashlight again. This time he stared carefully and looked down below.

Seeing the results still let Jiang Hansong breathe. These disgusting things are not the kind of small snakes. They are more like earthworms, but they are black and green.

I couldn't see the head and the tail, and all of them were screwed together. If it weren't for the little snake, what would these be? Jiang Han wondered and withdrew his gaze, trying to see if he could see any useful information around him.

As a result, he was completely disappointed. This seems to be an ordinary stone room. There is nothing special except for those murals and texts that are incomprehensible.

In the end, he could only go back to this big pit. Only the things in the pit were special, so he could only start with these things. The question was how to get one.

Jiang Han said that he would not dare to go down on his own. If there are no handrails at all, he will not be able to get on. If these things will bite, it will be even more terrible.

Forget it, I don’t need these studies to succeed, nor do I need these things. It’s always right to destroy them directly.Jiang Han paced back and forth by the big pit, and soon after he made a decision to destroy these things.

He has a good ignition tool on his body, but unfortunately there is no fuel. If you bring ten liters of eight liters of gasoline, it will be much easier. Now Jiang Han prays that these things are easier to light.

Two soft red things were taken out of the bag. Jiang Han didn't know what this was, but he knew how to use it. This plasticine-like thing, as long as the two were screwed together, would quickly burn violently.

Jiang Han twisted it up and threw it into the big pit. The thing rested on the mass below. After three seconds, the red light turned on, and then a fierce flame came out.

The closest thing seemed to feel a sharp pain. The slow creeping was not there. It was crazy and turbulent, trying to throw the fire away, but God finally opened his eyes.

These things are easy to be accidentally lit. Recently, those things have been turbulent, allowing the fire to spread faster. In less than a minute, the whole pit had a fire.

The fire light brightened up the surrounding stone room. The fire pit was too big. Although the light intensity was not as good as that of Jiang Han flashlight, the light area was not comparable to the flashlight.

Under the blazing fire, it can be seen that the things in the big pit are struggling painfully, rolling, and the big pit that allows them to grow comfortably is now the Shura field that kills them.

There is no one that can leave the big pit. There is only one result, that is, it is swallowed by the fire, and a stench spreads in the air.

Jiang Han reduced the number of breaths as much as possible. The fire would not exhaust all the air here, but Jiang Han still felt a little difficult to breathe. After all, the channel is too small and the air intake will not be so fast.

After a fire broke out all the disgusting things here, Jiang Han had not left, he took off his coat and went to the exit, went down the stairs to wet the whole coat.

After that, he returned to the stone room and erased everything written on the wall with chalk, leaving no trace. From another perspective, Jiang Han's behavior was outrageous.

It seems that there are not many records. God knows how much effort someone else took to complete. If others did not record, he ruined the gadgets used in the experiment, which simply broke the road of research.

However, from their own perspective, these things must not allow them to mature, no matter what research notes are recorded by someone, if they can really be destroyed, that is a great thing.

After doing this, Jiang Han determined that there was nothing in the stone chamber that could be destroyed, and there were no valuable clues, so he refused to leave.

At the same time, it was not far from the cave. It was the hut where the three Liu family brothers usually gathered. This was already the next morning. Liu Jian, the third son, tracked the person who took the hostage away, and he has not returned yet.

Generally speaking, this is a bit impossible, but now this happens, but Liu Ke and Liu San are not too worried. They have met a monk of their predecessors until their debut.

As long as they are not monks, the average person has the ability and can compare with the failure of the monk. Naturally, they will not worry that Liu Jian will have an accident, but they are anxious about how the third son has not returned yet.

"Second child, if the third child is in trouble, we..." Liu Ke has always considered a lot, and when he hasn't seen the third child come back, he begins to doubt again.

"Brother, don't worry, we are the best, the youngest is the most able. What can he do? The worst result is that it can't be tracked. I think it's the youngest who loves his face. I haven't tracked it and never returned." Liu San also knew his elder brother's temperament very well and immediately comforted him.

The two talked one sentence at a time, but the second son didn't know it. He took pains to cultivate this level of imitation of the No. 1 virus, which was completely annihilated in the sea of ​​fire.