The Era of Game

76 Do You Know Who I Am

Gu Yang said: "It may not be a solution. But because Song Xiaochuan is so special, we kept his fetal shell when he was born. Now, that fetal shell may be able to help the hero."

    "The shell...what is it?" Wan Jingtian didn't understand.

    Gu Yang opened his eyes wide: "The fetal shell is the wooden shell that wrapped the fetus at birth!"

    The wooden shell that envelops the fetus... Wan Jingtian patted his forehead, and he forgot that the child here had formed from a tree.

    Would Song Xiaochuan's fetus also have an ice attribute? If so, that's great!

    "In this case, get it quickly!" Wan Jingtian said.

    Soon, Gu Yang went and returned. Holding two halves that look like large coconut shells.

    "This is Song Xiaochuan's womb." Gu Yang offered the womb.

    Wan Jingtian took it and saw that the shell was extremely hard, the outer layer was dark brown, and the inner layer was snow white. The dark brown side is nothing unusual, like ordinary wood, but it is denser; the snow white side is much softer and exudes a hint of coolness.

    It's really cold! Wan Jingtian's expression contained surprise.

    "It's strange, isn't it?" Gu Yang said, "When Song Xiaochuan was born, the fetal shell broke open, and the cold inside gushed out, and the village seemed to have returned to the cold winter at that moment; now this fetal shell is seventeen years old, and the cold is unexpected It hasn't dissipated so far, and it can maintain its inherent temperature even in the scorching sun."

    Seventeen years...No, Song Xiaochuan is already seventeen years old!

    "Then how do you use this thing?" Wan Jingtian asked.

    Gu Yang shook his head: "Theoretically speaking, the role of the fetal shell is only to protect the fetus in it to grow safely. After the baby is born, it is useless. The fetal shell of the villagers is generally buried in the roots of the tree and returned to the tree as a sign of gratitude. And Song Xiaochuan's carcass was kept by us because it was too unusual. In other words, we left his carcass not because we knew what it was for, let alone how to use it! All this I'm afraid Daxia Wan has to figure it out by himself."

    But Wan Jingtian has no time to think about it now?

    "Are there anyone else in the village who knows Qingyuanjian better?" Wan Jingtian was unwilling and asked further.

    "Nothing," Gu Yang said. "The inheritors died before the last one was born. And the information that the inheritors know is generally difficult to express to the second person. So our entire village, except Song Xiaochuan Besides, the person who knows the most information about the Qingyuan Sword is probably the old village chief."

    Song Xiaochuan is an inheritor and must know many things. But it is impossible for Wan Jingtian to take Song Xiaochuan to the lava cave together! He is already so weak, if he does, there will be no return!

    Suddenly, he thought of someone. A person who has been forgotten by him for a long time.

    ——The lame boy in the back peak!

    The young man made it clear that he was going to grab the Qingyuan Sword on Shirong Mountain, but because of his clumsy behavior and poor martial arts, he was caught by Gaobaoshan in three or two strokes and locked in the back peak; and the young man gave Wan Jingtian potatoes In, there is the red bead that reacts strangely in the lava cave.

    If the lava cave is related to the Qingyuan Sword, if the lame boy carried the bead for the Qingyuan Sword, then the bead must be inseparable from the Qingyuan Sword! And that boy, he must know something!

    Wanjing Destiny escorted the young man.

    Since the boy was imprisoned, from Yang Shuo to Wan Jingtian, no one has had time to interrogate him, so this time, the boy who had been in prison for a long time was taken out for the first time. It was still in the middle of the night. tension.

    The lame boy was taken to Wan Jingtian's house with his hands and feet tied. The escort suddenly kicked the leg joints of the lame boy from behind, and the boy knelt forward with a thump.

    The boy refused to accept it and wanted to stand up again. Unfortunately, his legs and feet were tied up, and the eclipse was not enough. In addition, there were guards pressing his shoulders, and he couldn't stand up. He had to look up viciously at the person sitting in the front chair.

    At this look, I was a little surprised.

    The person sitting on the chair is naturally Wan Jingtian. He had met the lame boy, but at that time, the boy was still full of spirits, but now, he is thin and desolate, like two people.

    Although it is not what it used to be, Wan Jingtian has no time to sigh and cherish. He directly took out the red beads and asked the people below: "This thing, but you brought it?"

    When the lame boy saw the bead, his eyes flashed, and he shouted, "Call the Spirit Orb! It turned out to be stolen by you! Aha, I think of you! You are the one who begged me that day! Whoops, what you looked like back then, are you awesome now? Sitting there, you look like a dog!"

    "Presumptuous!" The guard slammed the lame boy's left cheek with the handle of a big knife, and immediately knocked the weak boy to the ground, vomiting blood in his mouth, and the big left cheek slowly became red and swollen.

    The guard seemed to be puzzled, and kicked the lame boy again, and said, "It is our sub-rudder sitting on it! If you want to survive, be honest!"

    "Are you the sub-rudder master?" The young man sneered, "It's so nice, but it's just the bandit leader!"

    The guard who was eager to behave heard that the other party was still dishonest. He raised the knife and had to hit another hilt. Wan Jingtian stopped him in time: "Enough! Go out!"

    "Yes." The guard glared at the lame boy, exited the house, and closed the door.

    At this time, there were only Wan Jingtian in the master chair and the lame teenager sitting paralyzed on the ground.

    The lame boy sipped a bloody spit on the ground, and screamed fiercely: "You dog thief, for nothing I relented in giving you food! I knew you were such a thing, I should have strangled you!"

    Wan Jingtian frowned, pinched the red bead and asked, "Isn't this bead the poison you used to kill me? I ate it and I really almost died. But maybe I am dead. I met in time and saved me. People."

    The lame boy's expression became confused: "I used the Spirit Orb to kill you? How could it be! The Spirit Orb is not a murderer, even if it is, using such a precious thing to kill you such a little thief, isn't it a violent thing!"

    Wan Jingtian's expression and tone of voice did not look like lying. In fact, he himself had long suspected that this bead was not a murderous poison pill. It looked smooth and hard, and it was not easy to digest. Besides, how could a murderous poison pill flash in a lava cave?

    He should have just happened to be blocked by a bead of mashed potatoes.

    "Then how did this Spirit Calling Orb get into the potatoes you gave me?" Wan Jingtian asked.

    "Oh? It turned out to be in that potato! I said how can it be found everywhere!" The lame boy suddenly realized, "I always thought it was the fat guy who stunned me and searched it!"

    "Then what is this Spirit Calling Orb?" Wan Jingtian brought the pearl to the lame boy and asked, "What did you bring it to Shirong Mountain?"

    "This... don't you know?" The lame boy observed Wan Jingtian's expression.

    "If I know, I will ask you why!"

    "Then since you don't know, why should I tell you!" The lame boy raised his head triumphantly.

    Wan Jingtian's expression became fierce, and he said viciously: "Because only you tell me, I won't kill you!"

"Kill me?" The lame boy raised his eyebrows and said proudly, "Do you dare to kill me? Do you know who I am?"