Inside the gravekeeper's cabin, Wu Chang followed Han Er's instructions and released the crow with the 44-marked iron ring on its leg. Less than an hour later, the sound of horse hooves could be heard in the woods in the distance. A bell was hung on the horse's neck, and the bell rang as the carriage swayed. A carriage that was completely black, even the horses were pure black, appeared in front of the gravekeeper's cabin. A man in black jumped off the carriage. The man had his arms open, and a huge soul fire was tattooed on his chest. The man in black was a recycler of the Soul Light Sect, specializing in recyclers of corpses awakened by the power of the blood moon. Wu Chang lifted the felt cloth on the ground, revealing five zombies whose heads were blown up but whose bodies were still twitching slightly. "They are all here." "So many?" The recycler was startled. Usually, corpses were collected one or two at a time, and the appearance of three at the same time was a rare scene. Five corpses were resurrected at once. If they recovered halfway, he would have a hard time dealing with them alone. Wu Chang said calmly: "The cemetery has been busy these two days, and many things have crawled out."
In fact, he found all five corpses one by one in the field with the Soul Purification Banner in his hand. In order to make up the number, he also went to the next door cemetery No. 45. The five zombies were dug out and their heads were blown up before they woke up. The recycler took out a crystal, and when the crystal was placed on the zombie, the crystal turned red instantly. Obviously, the recyclers have their own autopsy method, and they can't be fooled by using ordinary corpses to pretend to be zombies. Seeing that the five corpses were all flashing red, the recycler's face looked better. He looked at Wu Chang and said: "10 gold coins per corpse, a total of 50, someone will deliver it to you tomorrow evening." "Wait, this number is wrong, right?" Han Er walked out of the gravekeeper's wooden house. The recycler saw Han Er and asked curiously, "Why haven't you left yet?" Han Er approached and whispered, "The day after tomorrow is the agreed date. How can I leave now?" The recycler nodded, thinking that Han Er's reason was very sufficient, and said, "I didn't bargain. The blood moon energy in these corpses is very weak, and they are all defective products. But for your sake, I will charge 20 gold coins per body." "It's just that you are here. There are too many corpses in the car. I'm afraid I can't take care of them alone. Come with me to send them back." "Okay. Sean, you stay and look after the house. I'll go with him." Han Er waved to Wu Chang and began to help the recycler move the corpses to the car. When the two finished loading the zombies and drove away, the recycler didn't notice that there was an extra person in the car. Wu Chang's true self has activated social phobia, and followed the carriage to the Serina city area. The carriage that went out to recycle zombies did not directly enter the Soul Light Cathedral, but circled the city several times, and finally entered an underground passage through a small road. At the end of the underground passage, there is a huge crypt in the style of a tomb. There are seven or eight carriages of the same model parked here. They have just collected zombies and are queuing up to unload. Judging from the direction of the carriages, they are now under the Soul Light Cathedral. When Wu Chang used his spirit to explore the Soul Light Cathedral, he searched the top floor and the underground. He found a total of four secret rooms, two of which were underground. The confidentiality standards were better than the secret rooms on the top floor. When he scouted the site before, he didn't find a way to sneak into the secret room. He didn't expect to have to enter from the tunnel outside the cathedral. While the recyclers and Han Er were unloading, Wu Chang followed the other recyclers and slipped into the depths of the crypt.
The crypt was busy. You can see the recyclers dragging the zombies to the workshops, disassembling and reassembling them, and after four or five processes, they are fired into special bricks. These special bricks are the source of the soul-stirring power in the Soul Light Cathedral. The special bricks were loaded into a cart and handed over to the clergy in white priest robes, who transported them to the designated area and gradually replaced the ordinary stone bricks. As a new cart of zombie bricks came out, a shirtless recycler pushed the cart to the delivery point with great effort. The pastor who took the bricks away was thin. He took the handle of the trailer and pulled it hard, but it didn't move at the first time. "Doyle, why are the bricks so heavy today?" The recycler called Doyle wiped his sweat and said in the same puzzlement: "Maybe the bones in the bricks are heavy." The pastor exerted force again and almost pulled his waist, and then he barely pulled the cart away. The pastor brought the cart to the edge of a lift, pressed the lever at the entrance, and then rang the bell three times. Above the lift, three bells were also rang, and then accompanied by the sound of mechanical gears turning, the lift slowly rose. Ringing the bell three times means going up three floors. When passing the second floor of the crypt, Wu Chang felt a familiar breath, got off the cart, and jumped into the second floor from the lift. Because of the existence of the secret room, the guards on the second floor of the underground were much stricter. Two strong guards could be seen every ten meters in the corridor. The number of guards was large, and the quality was also good. From the momentum, each guard had a value close to that of a level 20 player, and they all had props to sound the alarm. Even if Lei Hu came, he could not force his way through the corridor without triggering the alarm. However, the guards were strong, but their perception was much weaker, and they could not find Wu Chang who had activated social phobia and activated advanced concealment. Wu Chang strutted all the way through the corridor, and then the cat was behind the stone door of the corridor. Two minutes later, the stone door at the end of the corridor opened, and a group of patrolling guards walked out. Wu Chang slipped through the stone door and entered the formal area on the second underground floor. Entering the second underground floor, his perception of the objects stored in the secret room became clearer. Following the familiar feeling, he walked along the corridor and soon came to a ritual hall. In the center of the ceremony hall, there was a huge altar. On the altar was placed a brazier with a diameter of more than ten meters. The crimson flames full of vitality were beating in the brazier like a living creature. In the Safe Sui Sui dungeon, Wu Chang, who has witnessed the New Year's Eve celebrations, is no stranger to this scene. The flames dancing in the brazier are the fire of the year! The formation on the altar is almost exactly the same as the New Year's Eve formation in Huaigu Village. In Huaigu Village, to maintain the Suihuo bonfire, you need four Suihuo lanterns. To maintain the Suihuo brazier on the altar, you must have corresponding props. And that prop should be in the secret room deep in the ceremony hall. The ceremony hall was very empty, with only two priests sitting at the door, responsible for guarding the brazier. Their job is simple, they just need to take a look from time to time to make sure the flame is not extinguished. It was two or three o'clock in the morning, when people are most sleepy. The two priests were dozing off with their heads down, completely unaware of what was happening in the ceremony hall. However, to be on the safe side, Wu Chang gave each of them a knife on the back of their neck to help them fall into deep sleep. He walked through the hall and came to the stone door that blocked the detection of his spirit body.
A rotary mechanical code lock is installed on the stone door. The disc on the code lock must be turned and the disc must be turned to the correct pattern at the same time to open it. There are five roulette wheels in total, with twenty different runes on each wheel. There is no keyhole on the door, and there are no magical auras or electronic components inside the door. This purest mechanical lock can make any locksmith scratch his head. The password was designed to such an extent that in the entire Soul Light Cathedral, there should be only one person in charge who knows the password. Wu Chang released his spirit body and went up the elevator. He soon found that Zhang Huo was at the upper level of the cathedral, leading a group of nobles to pray. This meant that there should be no one else in the secret room in front of him, so it was a good time to enter. It is unrealistic to try out the password, but if you can't try it out, it doesn't mean you can't deceive it. From his personal space, he took out a prop that he had not used for a while, "The Blessing of the Goddess of Luck." He activates the prop skill, Loaded Dice, which can be used once per plane. Three dice were thrown, and 1 was thrown at the same time. The dice result triggered another skill of the prop, strong luck. "Item Skill: Strong Luck." "Throw three dice. When the numbers they throw are all 1, you can obtain the strong luck state, which will increase the success probability of the next luck-related choice. The improvement effect depends on the inspiration value." With five fingers, he held down the five wheels at the same time and moved down at the same time. The five wheels were seen rolling at the same time, and then stopped at the same time. The moment they stopped, with a slight click, the door of the secret room opened. No matter how good the combination lock is, it can't stop the person who opens the lock from getting it right. Just as Wu Chang expected, there was a small altar built in the secret room, with a strange red and gold flame floating on the altar. The feeling is similar to the fire of the year, but it is more intense than the ordinary fire of the year. Affected by the flames, the Sifang Suihuo Lamp in Wu Chang's personal space became restless. He took out the Sifang Suihuo Lamp and a prompt popped up in front of him. "Discover the wick of the Sifang Suihuo Lamp. The Sifang Suihuo Lamp and the wick are attracted to each other. If you choose to pick up the wick, the two will become one again." "Note: The wick is in a bound state. After picking it up, it will compete with the original owner for permission to compete for the ownership of the complete four-sided fire lamp. The two parties will compare based on their will and inspiration values, and the one with the higher sum of the two attributes will , will erase the opponent’s soul imprint on the item.” "Did you pick up the wick of the Sifang Suihuo Lamp?" No need to think about it? Compared with other attributes, Wu Chang hesitated. Compared with will and inspiration, he had nothing to fear in the wilderness. "Pick up the wick!" As the command to pick up the wick is issued, the Sifang Suihuo Lantern rises into the sky, and the lamp body is suspended above the wick and slowly rotates. The red flame with gold beats happily, like a wanderer about to return home, quickly throwing himself into the lamp body. At the same time, Zhang Huo, who was leading the nobles to pray, suddenly stopped. His eyes widened and he looked at the prompt that popped up in front of him in disbelief. "Attention, your Suihuo wick is fusing with the four-party Suihuo lantern. Due to the binding permission conflict, the permission competition judgment will be automatically started after ten seconds. The permission competition judgment will be based on the sum of the will and inspiration of both parties, and the final decision will be made. Judgment, if the judgment fails, you will lose ownership of the wick." Several nobles looked at Zhang Huo who suddenly stood motionless. They didn't know what was wrong for a moment. One noble stepped forward and asked: "Pope Zhang Huo, you..."
"Shut up!" Zhang Huo couldn't care less about dealing with these aborigines at the moment. He turned half of his face and shouted coldly at the nobles, instantly scaring them into silence. The system only gave him ten seconds to prepare, so he took out seven or eight consumables from his portable space without bothering to avoid the gazes of several people. These include heroic potions and iron heart solvents that increase will, as well as wireless puppet blood that increases inspiration after use, and alchemical materials such as owl hearts. Zhanghuo didn't care about the value of these consumables, the side effects of using them, and whether their effects conflicted with each other. He had only one thought in his mind at this moment, that is, he must not let the other party take away the wick! In the eyes of the nobles, Zhanghuo, who was usually mature, steady, elegant and easy-going, was like being possessed by the devil at this moment, swallowing all kinds of strange things crazily. It was okay to take potions of different colors in a row, but he could stuff bloody animal hearts and sticky and smelly brown-green blood into his mouth without blinking and swallowing them in big mouthfuls. The Pope, who was always holy and merciful in front of people, seemed to have a completely different side behind his back. Several nobles subconsciously gathered together and trembled. They knew that they had seen something they shouldn't have seen. They didn't know if it was too late to close their eyes and say that they didn't see anything. Zhanghuo swallowed all kinds of consumables in one breath, and finally piled up his inspiration to 53 points and his will to 42 points before the authority dispute was determined. This value is very powerful, not to mention in the wilderness, even in the second layer of the abyss. Are you kidding? Don't you know what he does as a fire fighter? Stupid guy, how dare you compete with a pope of a sect for inspiration and will. But thanks to the other party's fearless sense of humor, he got back his lost four-sided fire lantern. Since the Sui Sui Ping An copy was broken that day, he spent a lot of effort to find the thief who stole his lantern, but he couldn't find it. He didn't expect that he would come to his door today. It's really a case of searching for iron shoes without any effort. "The countdown is over, and the authority competition judgment begins." The fire fighter rubbed his hands, ready to increase the strength of the opponent, and in addition to seizing the authority, cause some trauma to the opponent's soul. But before he could gather his mental strength to deal with the upcoming soul collision, he felt a sharp pain in his head, as if someone inserted an egg beater into his brain and started stirring it quickly. "The authority dispute is over. Due to the huge gap between the two sides, you have lost the ownership of the complete Four-Directions Yearly Fire Lamp and suffered a certain amount of soul trauma. The upper limit of will and inspiration is permanently reduced by 5 points." "Bastard!" The five senses of the Fire Master twisted together because of the severe pain in his mind. His eyes shed blood and tears, and he shouted in grief and anger. For him, losing the Four-Directions Yearly Fire Lamp is not just as simple as losing a prop. This is simply a kick in the ass! His name is the Fire Master Saint. This is not only his name, but also the name of his job. The Fire Master Saint is a profession that manipulates flames. The stronger the flame he uses, the stronger his strength. Yearly Fire is the most suitable flame for him and the flame that can best exert his abilities. The loss of the Four-Directions Yearly Fire Lamp has already affected him a lot, but he can still comfort himself that he only lost the lampshade, and the real wick is still in his hand. After harvesting the Soul Light Sect, he can take the wick to get another lampshade. Who knew that the thief who stole his square fire lamp would follow him without waiting for him to come to the door, and even took away his wick! This is simply too much. Since the other party dared to show up, he swore that he would fight the thief to death!
"Come on!" Hearing the shout of the fire master, a team of patrol guards came in. "I felt the revelation of the gods. He told me that the holy objects He gave to believers were stolen by despicable heretics! Quickly close all the exits of the entire Soul Light Cathedral, don't let a fly go, and then take people to the underground Holy Fire Altar to catch the thief who stole the holy objects!" "Yes!" Hearing that the holy objects were stolen, the Soul Light Sect was boiling. You stole the holy objects, so how can they perform the resurrection ceremony in the future? You know, the family members of the staff enjoy priority in the resurrection ceremony, but it is written in the recruitment notice! We must catch the damn heretic and hang him on the Soul Light Cathedral!
