mythical card maker

Chapter 97 The Abnormality of Eight Masters (First order, 28)

To be honest, among the four judges, Zhou Chuan is currently most inclined to Lord Kui.

One is because of its characteristic of "eating ghosts", and the other is because it is the famous "God of All Responses" in Taoism.

There is even a saying that after his death, he was granted the title of "Ghost King" by Yan Luo of the Ten Palaces. Apart from official seals, tooth wats, Kuixing pens, merit books and other objects, he was also bestowed with the Qingfeng Seven-Star Demon Slaying Sword, the Golden Whip and the Golden Mace. magic weapon.

One of the most famous gods in Taoism.

In the parallel world, China's neighbors, including Dongpu, all respect him very much.

It can be said that as long as this card can be made, he can walk sideways in Daheishan.

But there is no reason in the world that everything goes well, and it is also very good to be able to find clues to Lu Pan, which is a surprise.

"Damn Doraemon."

Zhou Chuan spoke softly, looking at the empty neck of the statue, and at the black plaque held by the seventh and eighth masters, he suddenly remembered something.

That is... Is the myth gap in this world really only related to the destruction of ancient books?

Even if it is really all destroyed, why can't people pass on the knowledge by word of mouth?
Also... Those old guys from the Chongzhen period had eaten enough of the bonuses that the cards had just dropped, and each of them was so powerful that they all died after only a few hundred years?

Even if you really die, at least you can leave some knowledge behind before you die, right?That's all it takes?
But the reality is that in these hundreds of years, only some specious shadows can be found in the world.

At least on the bright side, no one has found Yoshimitsu Katayu that directly points to a certain myth and legend.

The most interesting thing is that people in this world often like to use the four words [ancient knowledge] to describe knowledge, and few people mention the word "myth".

Zhou Chuan originally speculated that there might be some great will to directly erase the concept of "myth", but through some details, such as the book "Imagination of Ancient Chinese Myths", it seems that it has not reached the level of "erasure".

All in all very strange.

"I don't want to think about it so much for now, I'll collect the material first."

As Zhou Chuan said, he took out a stack of blank cards from his heart.

Accompanied by a flash of white light, it instantly expanded to the size of an A4 paper, fluttering and flying straight into the sky, and sprinkled the light on the temple.

Seeing this, Zhou Chuan slowly spit out the temple gate, poured a lot of effort into trying to seal the temple directly, but held back for a long time, but failed.

"call."

Zhou Chuan sighed dejectedly. The quality of this temple as "material" seems to be too high, and there is nothing he can do with his current mental strength.

But with the idea of ​​plucking Yan Guo's hair, Zhou Chuan returned to the temple again, and pasted a stack of blank cards on the heart of the headless stone statue.

The familiar heaviness came again, this time he gritted his teeth and tried his best to seal it with exhaustion.

Setting the scene, arranging the environment, adjusting the "load bearing"...

After a few steps, the temples felt a little tingling.

Zhou Chuan still remembered that when he first came to this world, he sent Hei Wuchang to the battlefield of undead riots with empty sacks.

But after all, it's only white, and the materials that can't even reach white can be stored well with the remote command spirit card.

In fact, packaging material is not an easy task.

At least for Zhou Chuan, who is used to free prostitution, packaging high-quality materials is even more difficult than his cross-level card making.

"Finally successful."

Zhou Chuan wiped his sweat and looked at the material card that was shining brightly.

I saw that its border was frantically beating between purple and orange at a very high frequency, without any tendency to stop, it was so bright that it could blind a dog's eyes.

After wiping his sore eye sockets, Zhou Chuan turned the card over, and following his will, the large characters [Portrait of a Headless Judge] slowly appeared on the blank introduction page.

"call."

After doing all this, Zhou Chuan slowly exhaled a foul breath.

Orange and purple are intertwined, this is the highest quality material card he has harvested so far.

However, there is no such thing as "half-step XX" in this world. To put it bluntly, the quality of this piece of material should be orange. The reason for this situation is probably due to the lack of size...

"But where can I find it?"

Zhou Chuan thought about looking around, determined to find clues no matter what, even if he turned the temple upside down!
"Seventh Master and Eighth Master, let's go together!"

Zhou Chuan spoke softly and stepped forward, but at this moment, Ba Ye suddenly made a move and tugged at his sleeve.

"Eighth Master?"

Zhou Chuan looked back subconsciously, and was facing a pair of eyes that were neither sad nor happy, like a flat lake, and saw him stretch out his hand, pointing to the place where the statue was originally placed.

"It's really a mystery."

After a bang of firecrackers, the base that was originally used to place the statue was blasted into a large hole, and a hole emitting red light faintly appeared.

Seeing this situation, Zhou Chuan gave Hei Wuchang a complicated look.

Since he entered Daheishan two days ago, he felt that the spiritual intelligence of the six men under him seemed to be higher.

Especially the eighth master who followed him the first time, even reminded him aloud during the battle with the locust tree demon, and now the same situation happened again!
After looking at the pair of emotionless eyes for a long time, Zhou Chuan silently turned his head.

What is the essence of Linka?
The reproduction and sublimation of life?Or pure imitation and reproduction?
He couldn't figure it out, and he didn't have time to think about it for the time being.

But as long as he confirms that these great gods of the underworld are all his spirit cards now, that's enough.

"Go down and have a look."

Zhou Chuanxin said something, then came outside the temple and waved his hand in a certain direction: "Tong Qi, are you still alive?"

"Thanks to you, I broke two bones."

Tong Qi, who was lying on the back of the bull, was humming, looking a little depressed.

"I just found a place that seems to be a ruin, and I'm going to explore it. I hope Tong Qi can stay here for a while. If I encounter any danger, someone can call Teacher Li for help."

Zhou Chuan paused, and then said: "Of course, when I come back, I will give you some generous rewards."

"Hey, Brother Zhou, if you want to say that again, I'm in a hurry with you! We meet each other by fate, but it's just to help you take a look, it doesn't matter!" Tong Qi looked upright, and then asked a little embarrassedly: "How much is the reward?" thick?"

"thick!"

Zhou Chuan smiled, and immediately left Third Master Niu to stay in the temple, while he entered the hole under the base of the statue under the protection of the seventh and eighth masters.

After a long time, Tong Qi probed his head and saw that the temple was empty, and when he looked up again, he met a pair of cold and domineering bull eyes.

"Master... Brother Zhou and I are friends." Tong Qi stammered a little, but a deep and male growl responded to him.

Tong Qi stared blankly at Niu Sanye's muscular and dragon-like arms, couldn't help his eyes glowing, and said in his heart: What a good figure, he must be a good hand in the field!
But as if he sensed his thoughts, Niu Sanye's eyes faintly changed.

(End of this chapter)