Rise From The Doom

"Don't worry about how high he is. In short, he's very, very high. He's so high he can't even imagine how high he is. It's better than — Ok." Sun Chou Wu looked at Liu Wei An's skeptical eyes, paused for a moment, and then said seriously: "You know, Chinese ancient mythology, with a wave of your hand, mountains are moved to fill up the sea, the sun and moon are lost in the darkness, this is probably the effect after the cultivation of ancient scriptures, the hand can pluck the stars, the body can traverse the universe —"

"I know it's amazing." Liu Wei An interrupted him, "However, what does this have to do with you?"

"It doesn't matter, it's a big deal." Sun Cousin Wu waved his arm and said, "Think about it, after hundreds of years of development, the six big families and the rest of us have already formed a relatively stable situation. Everyone knows how much ability we have, what if someone suddenly obtains the ancient scripture?"

"All of you, gather here. Even a blind person could see you." Liu Wei An rolled his eyes.

"Disappeared? "What do you mean?" Liu Wei An looked at him with a puzzled expression

"Who knows?" Sun Chou Wu was quite depressed.

"What does that mean?"

"It's just that I don't know where it went. It might have been left on the ground, it might have been taken away by a tiger, or it might have been destroyed. However, they all agreed that they were secretly taken away. Old Zhao and Old Liu and Old Liu thought that they were in the hands of Old Liu and Old Wang. They were suspicious and wary of each other. However, there was also a speculation that they might have been accidentally picked up by the people of Stone City. After all, the ancient scripture disappeared the closest to Stone City. "Taking advantage of the situation, fishing in troubled waters or something." Sun Tzu Wu chattered.

"So …" Liu Wei An's face didn't change, but his heart suddenly skipped a beat. He seemed to understand what was going on.

"En, that's right, so!" Sun Yiwu nodded.

In order to find the lost ancient scriptures, several large clans had gone all out to kill, but because they did not have any clues, they had become the first ones to suffer. As a result, corpses were strewn everywhere, and blood was flowing in rivers. In the beginning, they were just simply searching for the ancient scriptures, and after killing them to the point that they were jealous, they would inevitably have other thoughts.

Otherwise, no matter how powerful the six great clans were, they wouldn't dare act so brazenly.

"Let me ask you a question!" Liu Wei An looked at Sun Tzu Wu, "What does the ancient scripture look like?"

"I don't know!" Sun Tzu Wu froze for a moment, then said after hesitating for a while: "It should look like a book."

"You've been chasing after it for months, but you haven't even seen what the book looks like?" Liu Wei An had a look of disbelief on his face.

"You know, what our Sun family says sounds like is a big family, but compared to the six big families, it's still not enough." Sun Tzu Wu's face turned red, "That's why I said I'm troubled."

"One more question. What's the name of the ancient scripture? It shouldn't be possible for it to be called the ancient scripture, right?"

Sun Tzu Wu's old face flushed red and he coughed, "About that... Since it was found in the Dark God Mountain, it should be related to darkness. Um, I still have things to do, after the conversation is over, I'll be leaving first. " Seeing that there was still a problem with Liu Wei An, Sun Chou Wu fled.

Looking at Sun Tzu Wu's back, Liu Wei An was almost sure that the amber book he got was the so-called Ancient Scripture. He was the one who reaped the benefits in the end. However, was the Ancient Scripture that magical? He didn't think so, but he suffered a lot. He shook his head and walked out of the Medicine Shop. Only then did he come to his senses. He intended to talk to Sun Lingzhi for a while. He felt embarrassed to go in again, so he could only leave in a depressed manner.

The shops on the street had been opened one after another, and the aftermath of the massacre was almost gone. There were more pedestrians on the streets, but there were few strangers. They were either wandering from other places or new players who had just entered The World of Warcraft.

At the materials store.

There were all sorts of things on the shelves: animal skins, fur, horns, bones, fingernails, unknown bark, roots, leaves, seeds, red stones, white soil, pet eggs, nails, ropes, paper, pepper, soybeans, jade, shells … Some of the materials were unheard-of and had never been seen before. Liu Wei An looked at all the shelves and more than half of them were unfamiliar to him.

"Hello, what do you need?" The shop assistant appeared, his face full of smiles. Before the massacre, there were many people. Liu Wei An couldn't enjoy one-on-one service, but in the past few days, the shop assistants had become especially enthusiastic when there were only two or three customers.

"Cinnabar and brushes, do you have them?"

"Yes." The shop assistant immediately answered. With great familiarity, he stretched out his finger and said, "This way please!"

Taking a few steps inside, Liu Wei An saw a huge barrel of red powder in the corner. It was cinnabar.

Superior cinnabar can be maintained for a thousand years, red as blood, bright luster. However, Liu Wei An couldn't tell what was high grade and what was low grade. Moreover, there was only one type of cinnabar here, and it was impossible to pick one even if one wanted to. After weighing a jin, the price became frighteningly expensive. 100 copper coins for a tael.

"We have a complete variety of brushes here. There's a wolf, a rabbit, a mouse, and a embryo —"

"Give me ten bristles." Liu Wei An interrupted the shop assistant's introduction. If it was a calligraphy expert, he would have been able to easily buy the calligraphy brush and the Bunny Hair. However, as a novice in calligraphy, like him, the bristle brush was more than enough.

It wasn't that the bristle pen was cheap, but it was that the bristle pen was harder than most other brushes. Liu Wei An hadn't even touched a brush that was as soft as usual. Who knew what it would look like if he had a brush?

Drawing talismans was a very sacred matter, requiring the user to cleanse their hands, cleanse their bodies, calm their hearts, bathe in a bath, dress up, set up a fragrant hall, pay respects to the heavens, and so on. After going through a series of complicated and solemn procedures, only after Liu Wei An had just entered the school and had no one to teach him, he also only mastered a type of talisman, and it was the simplest of talismans.

After finding an inn and opening up a room, Liu Wei An took out fifty arrows, mixed them with rooster blood and started to draw talismans.

Having professional tools was different. When drawing it, it felt much smoother and not only did it not use one's own blood, it also smelled much better.

In less than three minutes, the incantation was completed. With a flash of yellow light, the incantation disappeared into the arrow, leaving behind only a small trace. Liu Wei An was overjoyed. Success!

Opening the door was a good sign.

The second and third branches were all successful. In three consecutive rounds, this was the result of several hours of hard work in the morning. Liu Wei An was overjoyed. The fourth branch was a failure.

Liu Wei An wasn't sure if it was because he wasn't strong enough, or because after one failure, the arrow couldn't draw a second talisman.

The fifth was a failure. The sixth was a success ….

An hour later, Liu Wei An finally understood the corpse sigil on the 13 arrows and failed 7 times. After that, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't draw the sigil. Just like in the morning, he reached a certain limit.

He could only draw ten times in the morning, and he could only draw twenty times now. He put the item away carefully and found that the cinnabar had been mixed too much. He poured half a tael out, not even using a third of it. He felt a burst of heartache.

It was 2: 00 in the afternoon when they left the room. He ordered two dishes from the inn and had a beautiful meal. He had recently gotten rich and didn't need to eat buns and buns.

In the afternoon, they went to the small forest, and it was worth mentioning that because Black Ox's two martial uncles were in a remote area, they usually didn't come to this place, but they actually avoided the crisis of the massacre. They had been making arrows for the past few days, and when Liu Wei An went there, he saw the mountain of arrows.

Before leaving, he told his two martial uncles that he had to hide the completed arrows to be safe. Just in case, if a player accidentally broke in, he would be taken away. As for the arrows, he still had to continue making them. Although killing zombies wasn't enough, he wouldn't stay in the cemetery for the rest of his life. After killing all the monsters in the cemetery, he still had to come out.

It took them more than three hours to kill more than 200 undeads, more than 100 rotting corpses and 13 zombies. When they finished, three zombies appeared, scaring Liu Wei'an so much that he fled in fright. They waited a full hour for the zombies to leave and retrieve the corpses.

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