Shen Luo's mind was churning with thoughts. He put away the divine craftsman's cannon and became more and more interested in the art of偃術. He continued to read the young man's notes.
But to his surprise, the content in the second half of the notes had nothing to do with the experience of cultivation. What was recorded in it was actually some past events of this young man.
It turns out that his real name is Yuan Wenli, and he is from Langxia State.
According to the contents of the notes, although Langxia Kingdom belongs to the mortal kingdom, because it is close to Tianji City, it is good at mechanical arts, especially good at making sand boats and sand carts that can travel in the desert. It was also rich and prosperous in the past, and had many exchanges with the countries in the Western Regions and even the Tang Dynasty.
But more than a hundred years ago, a sudden disaster wiped this once prosperous small country off the map.
The original city-state buildings were still there, but all the citizens were slaughtered overnight. The only person left was Yuan Wenli, who had become a disciple of Tianji City.
For this reason, Tianji City sent elders to Langxia Kingdom and even the surrounding areas to investigate for many years, but they still could not find the murderer.
Later, Tianji City gave up the investigation because it had no clues.
As the last subject of the entire country, all of Yuan Wenli's relatives and friends lost their lives in the disaster, and he became an orphan of the entire country.
The sect gave up the investigation, but he did not.
More than a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. During these years, he has been constantly searching for the real murderer, but unfortunately, he has not been able to find any results.
The reason why he recorded these in his notes was that he was afraid that as time passed, his hatred would slowly fade and he would slowly forget the past. His words were still filled with deep hatred for the murderer.
Unfortunately, he died.
Shen Luo closed his notes and couldn't help but sigh.
"When a person dies, it is like a lamp going out. All that is left of the past is just a wisp of smoke, which will eventually disappear without a trace. All I can do is add a grave for you. May you be reborn in paradise."
After saying that, he quickly dug a pit beside the entrance of the passage, took out one of his own robes, wrapped Yuan Wenli's body, and buried it in the pit, allowing him to rest in peace.
After a brief moment of mourning, Shen Luo once again activated the Soft Smoke Silk Robe, re-attached the invisibility talisman, hid his body, and quickly rushed over in the direction where the Yin Beast had gone before.
The closer he went, the clearer he could sense the mark of magical power, which made Shen Luo feel encouraged.
However, after walking for about half an hour, the road ahead came to an abrupt end, and it turned out to be a dead end.
"This shouldn't be the case. Those two evil beasts wouldn't drag Yuan Wenli into this dead end, right? They are not very intelligent and they must have been guided by something to do this." Shen Luo stopped in front of the stone wall that blocked the entire passage, his brows twisted into knots.
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Shen Luo released his spiritual sense to investigate the situation around him.
The yin energy in this place is even more dense, and my spiritual sense could only spread over a distance of one or two miles. I didn't find any problems. It was indeed a dead end.
"It seems I have really taken the wrong road." He muttered to himself, turned around and started to go back.
"Master, wait a minute, there is a Yin-attributed spiritual material nearby, which will be of great use to me. I can sense its aura." A black light flashed on the Qiankun bag, and the figure of the ghost general flew out from it. He sniffed the air fiercely and looked towards a stone wall.