The Red Chamber: The Rise of the Shuzi

Chapter 312 The reason?
With doubts in his heart, Jia Jing directly opened his attribute panel.

Under the level bar, after the number of reincarnations, the bright "12" made Jia Jing's eyelids twitch.

Immediately, Jia Jing's spirit fell, and Twelve quickly disassembled into nine plus three.

The former is the number of times Jia Jing's system template can be reincarnated, and the latter is the additional three times after absorbing Jia Baoyu's five-color stone to make up for part of the system's lack.

But just the nine reincarnations brought by the system itself can already explain a lot of problems.

Canglang's reincarnations were only three times, but his own was nine times. This huge gap immediately confirmed Jia Jing's previous guess that his own system was indeed far beyond the innate sacredness of Canglang.

From this, Jia Jing even thought, since the five-color stone can repair part of the lack of the system, will there be other things in the world that are lacking in the system that can repair the lack of the system?
Will the number of reincarnations increase by then?
In this regard, Jia Jing still has a lot of confidence in her heart.

……

Sit for a while.

The wolf's severed limb regeneration has been completed, but at this moment he is still lying under the huge mud pit, with his limbs stretched out and his tongue drooping, and he looks completely sluggish.

But just experienced that kind of itching torture, this natural saint is now in a different kind of sage time.

I don't want to move, I don't want to make a sound, I don't want anything...

All the airs that are inherently sacred are just floating clouds.

The gray wolf at this moment is just the most pure salted fish wolf!

Jia Jing naturally saw this, so she sat back down again.

After all, Jia Jing sympathized with Canglang who was tortured by the itching before, and it was late at night, so why not wait a little longer?
And when Jia Jing waited, it was almost midnight.

When the gray wolf, who was overwhelmed, came out from the bottom of the pit, it looked like a majestic and stern giant wolf again!

"The wolf thanked the general!"

After merging the follower template, Canglang also called Jia Jing according to the default name in the template, and called the general.

The wolf, which had recovered to its current best condition, had a sharp and crisp voice, and was no longer as old as before.

Well, acting as if it wasn't him who was lying under the mud pit before.

Seeing this, Jia Jing didn't break it.

He just sat there, waving his hand to attract the wolf, "It's still a while before dawn, just tell me about your natural sacred things!"

Canglang was quite surprised when he heard this.

"General, don't you know?"

Jia Jing glanced at him, "Why, I should know?"

"..."

After being choked by Jia Jing, Canglang didn't dare to say anything else.

Jia Jing is now the big boss who controls the life and death of the wolf, how can he provoke him?

Therefore, Canglang hurriedly explained: "We are born holy, and we are born randomly in the world. You may be in the shape of a beast like me, or a human like a general, or even a worm." Shapes and other strange shapes...

It's just that although everyone is born with supernatural powers, their respective strengths are also different. If you really want to tell me what's going on, I really don't know what's going on..."

Obviously, Jia Jing's question called Canglang is quite a headache.

Jia Jing didn't mind either. Thinking of what Canglang said just now, she asked curiously again: "You said that existences like yours, apart from their different forms, also have different powers?"

Canglang nodded repeatedly, affirming Jia Jing's words.

Jia Jing asked again, "Then how many people like you are born holy in the world?"

Hearing Jia Jing's question, Canglang couldn't help being taken aback.

"How many are born holy in the world?"

Canglang pondered for a moment, and then said: "I don't know about this, but just in the surrounding areas, the comrades I know, all add up to more than five fingers..."

After that, Canglang counted them one by one, "The ones I know are born holy, the old neighbor Bailu in the west can be counted as one, the three humanoid fellows in the Han area in the south can also be counted as one, and finally there is one in the east. A white tiger and a worm in Nanjiang...

Probably these six!However, like those in the deep mountains and rivers, there may be many hidden comrades, I am not sure about this. "

"No, there should only be five left now!"

Canglang quickly corrected: "The white tiger in the east suddenly went to the southern border 16 years ago for some reason, and was killed by a group of mortals with bed crossbows even under carelessness.

It is also because of this that I was so surprised when I first saw that white tiger. "

"More than ten years ago, the white tiger died in southern Xinjiang? Could it be that one?"

Jia Jing suddenly remembered Lu Chuan's Si Kefa. The white tiger skin he put on the king chair is now perfectly placed in his storage space!
"You said before that you just woke up from a deep sleep? Why is that?"

The wolf lay down next to Jia Jing, lazily scratching the grass a few times with its paws.

"Isn't it because 300 years ago, the environment in the world began to change somehow, and the power of the outside world gradually became thinner and unsustainable. It is difficult for us to live forever. In desperation, we had to return to The cave where we were born back then fell into a deep sleep to reduce the continuous dissipation of power..."

Thinking of the long sleep before, Canglang still has lingering fears.

"If you want to talk about that white tiger, it's too miserable. I slept soundly in the cave, but was awakened by someone directly. Later, I don't know why, and ran all the way to the southern border. But because his power escaped There are too many, and they have long since become no different from ordinary people, so they were beaten to death in southern Xinjiang abruptly.

It is said that the tiger's skin has been stripped off, that would be a real tragedy! ! "

Canglang couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"If the extraordinary power dissipates completely, will it turn back to the ordinary? Just like you were about to die of old age at the foot of the mountain before?"

Jia Jing raised her brows, all kinds of thoughts swirled in her mind endlessly.

Hearing this, Canglang couldn't help coughing twice, and corrected: "It's just a temporary return to the common world! When the strength recovers a little, it will naturally be able to regain its natural and sacred status, just like I am now!"

Canglang's good face made Jia Jing want to laugh.

But seeing the wolf's increasingly ugly expression, Jia Jing suppressed her smile.

nodded.

Jia Jing finally asked: "Didn't you say before that the extraordinary power in this world is so thin that it is difficult for you to live forever? Why are you slowly recovering?"

"Extraordinary power? This word is quite appropriate!"

Hearing Jia Jing's question, Canglang explained: "In the past, there was indeed something in the world...the extraordinary power was thin, but 13 years ago, the extraordinary power in the world suddenly began to gradually return, so I just now Waking up slowly from a deep sleep!
Fortunately, he woke up from his deep sleep in time!
At that time, my power had already dissipated completely. If I woke up a little later and could not absorb the external power in time, I might be the first natural saint who died directly in a deep sleep because my own power was exhausted. ! "

Speaking of this, Cang Lang couldn't help but feel a little scared on his face.

Jia Jing was also stunned, "13 years ago? Wasn't that the time when my family traveled to this world?"

(End of this chapter)