Pang Dezong took out an alchemy tool with a situational compass, forced himself to perform several moves, and the pointer on the compass began to rotate.
Different from ordinary compasses, this is called Thousand Consciousness Needle, and it is also an artifact made by his master, which is specially used for treasure hunting and people hunting.
Turned back and forth a few times, and the pointer pointed in one direction.
It can be seen that using the Thousand Consciousness Needle is also extremely exhausting. After dozens of hand finals, Pang Dezong's already tired expression became listless, and his body was also crumbling. This was also the reason why he hadn't helped Zhao Sining find someone in the past few days. The Qianshen needle was too much work, and he was afraid that he might miss the job.
"It should be in that direction, let's look for it." Pang Dezong resisted the urge to fall and said.
Zhao Sining was refreshed, dragging his legs filled with lead, and ran forward quickly.
If Mu Hanyan and others saw this scene, they would definitely turn pale with shock, because the direction he was running now was exactly where the bones of Miss Zhao Si and others were buried.
But the strange thing is that the raised tomb has now completely turned into a flat ground, with some scattered gravel piled on it, which looks exactly the same as the surrounding scenery. I didn't find it here.
"Wait." But just when Zhao Sining was about to arrive in front of the graves of Miss Zhao Si and others, Pang Dezong called out again.
I saw the Thousand Senses Needle on the compass turned again, pointing in another direction.
Zhao Sining stopped quickly, and ran in that direction again without waiting for his orders.
"Wait, we changed direction again." Zhao Sining finally climbed down the cliff, before he had time to catch his breath, Pang Dezong yelled again.
Looking back, the Thousand Consciousness Needle in his hand turned quickly again.
Zhao Sining bit and bit, and rushed in that direction again.
"Wait, this direction is wrong."
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In Pang Dezong's hand, the Thousand Consciousness Needle stopped and turned, while Zhao Sining followed the direction guided by the God Needle, scurrying around like headless flies, panting like a big yellow dog from exhaustion.
If Mu Hanyan and the others saw it with their own eyes, they would be too surprised to speak.
Zhao Sining's frantic scurrying, he stepped over the graves of Miss Zhao Si and others several times, but even with the thousand needles that kept on going, he still found nothing.
"Uncle Master, is this going to work? I really have no strength." Although Zhao Sining has a deep affection for Miss Zhao Si, no matter how deep his love is, he can't eat it. He gasped on the ground.
"This is the treasure that your master made with his own hands. Over the years, treasure hunters have always been successful, and there hasn't been a single mistake. How could it not work?" Pang Dezong followed behind him, panting from exhaustion, pressing his hands together. He couldn't straighten his knees and waist, and he said angrily when he heard that he dared to doubt the Thousand Consciousness Needle refined by Master's father.
"But why can't you find it after looking around?" Zhao Sining asked suspiciously.
"Maybe, nothing happened to her at all. As soon as the barrier was opened, she escaped before we found her, and now she is returning to Black Rock City along the path." Pang Dezong thought for a while and said.
After hearing his words, Zhao Sining's eyes lit up. The path back to Black Rock City was winding and winding. If Miss Zhao Si was returning along the path, it would naturally not be in the same direction. It could be explained by the Qianshenshen Needle turning wildly. This is also the most reasonable explanation.