It was a quiet night.
Also a quiet room.
There is a fragrance in the air that is not pungent but definitely smells weird. It can be regarded as a fragrance.
Beside the couch, there were the turbid and rhythmic breathing sounds of one, two, or three organisms. From the sound, it could be judged that one of the organisms was breathing slightly heavy, as if a hundred rats had been drilled into the bellows. Use all your strength to make this cycle of exhaling and inhaling.
The room must be very large. In the dark environment, it can only be estimated to be about four to five hundred square meters, and the height is about five or six meters.
There are strings of black things hanging on the beams. Is this dried bacon
Zhang Yang quickly judged that although he had lurked many trumpets among the Xing tribe before, this was the first time he came with the main consciousness.
And the several failed arrivals just now are enough to prove that those trumpets are either dead or some kind of unpredictable misfortune has occurred.
But even so, the situation is still not too bad.
After sinking his mind, Zhang Yang's small body seemed to enter a deep sleep, and Zhang Yang's main consciousness quickly began to check various information.
"Wait? This is a child?"
Zhang Yang was slightly stunned. The information summoned from this body was very monotonous and brief. Judging from the intelligence, this was the equivalent of a seven or eight-year-old child.
"Ban Zhuan starts on the 7th."
In Zhang Yang's subjective consciousness, a weak energy wave jumped up, and then quickly formed a brick village building order that was only the size of a rice grain. This was considered a personal terminal he developed and manufactured. This thing can help him very well. Sort through a lot of messy information.
After almost ten minutes, lines of organized information emerged.
"Soul Seed No. 09 Latent Body."
"Time of Infiltration: Four Hundred Years Ago."
"Time of successful infiltration: one hundred and eighty years ago."
"Number of successful lurking attempts: four."
"Number of lurking failures: six."
"Current latent status: low security."
"Currently the latent race: the witch-punishing clan. They can also be called the witch-punishing clan. They can usually call themselves the witch-punishing clan."
"Race affiliation: The Witch Punishing Clan belongs to the Sky Vault Human Race system and has certain blood ties with most branches of the human race. Due to the lack of specific testing, no reproductive isolation has been found."
"Racial characteristics: walking upright, with two hands and two feet, multiple ears, multiple eyes, multiple fingers, adult height of about five meters, light blue skin color, and silver-white hair."
"The racial language: the torture language, has been deciphered."
"Racial talents: natural witchcraft words, natural witchcraft blood, and natural witchcraft power."
"Racial civilization level: feudal empire level (cannot be specifically determined)."
"The name of the latent body: transliteration - Boluo Debibihaer, free translation - Xingbu, explanation, civilian name, Xing is the common surname of all Xing people, meaning punishment law, Bu means cloth, representing the latent body status class.”
"The age of the latent body: 14 years old (the rotation of the sun, earth, and moon in the world of the Xing tribe requires six seasons, and one year is equivalent to 500 days, and the Xing tribe needs to be 20 years old to officially become an adult)."
"Latent body strength: complete soul, legendary realm, has awakened the natural witchcraft talent skill tree."
"Innate skills: basic witchcraft, wind, fire, ice and frost."
"The surrounding environment of the lurker: out of the six seasons of the year, four are covered in ice, and there are beasts as fierce as demigods and unknown demon spirits."
"Lurker status: Ordinary civilian."
"What the lurker needs to do in the future (according to daily conversations between his parents): Awakening witch blood can obtain a leaf of true spirit, and then he can awaken intermediate witch words and become a decent witch, instead of awakening witch power and become A sloppy 'die quickly', note: this may be a dialect."
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Lines of information disappeared, and Zhang Yang's subjective consciousness resurfaced, taking full control of the body.
This is not a time-travel journey, he will not do something with such low technical content.
The specific process is that he first releases the true spirit seeds, slowly penetrates the heavenly barrier of the Xing tribe, randomly falls on this world, and then continuously absorbs the power of the indigenous souls floating here, and gradually transforms them into indigenous souls that are highly suitable for this place. , then, reincarnation, birth.
All in all, this body has been a flamboyant trumpet since birth.
"This is a very low-end start. He is an ordinary civilian and the area he is in is a bitter cold place. No wonder Soul Seed No. 09 has not learned much information despite being successfully reincarnated four times in a row."
Zhang Yang thought calmly, he has encountered this situation too many times, so he only needs to show some talents, and then go to the core of the world after he becomes an adult. There is a high probability that he can achieve success in a few decades to a hundred years. Some important intelligence information can be observed.
Thinking like this, he began to feel a little sleepy. After all, this body had consumed a lot just to extract Brick No. 7.
But suddenly, Zhang Yang's heart stirred because he heard the breathing of the oldest, most turbid creature in the room suddenly stopped.
According to the previous memory, the identity of this organism is Xing Bu's uncle, Xing Mi, a powerful witch warrior who is well-known in the villages and towns here. Well, this is the so-called sloppy 'death' quick'.
"This should be respiratory arrest, but my cheap uncle is only eighty years old this year. Although he is not a young and strong young man, and he is suffering from injuries, he is still awakened to witchcraft after all. How could there be a possibility of sudden death? ?”
Zhang Yang quickly recalled the scenes from his daily life, but he did not get up. He just listened calmly. After about a few minutes, he heard a click in the throat of the cheap uncle Xing Mi, and he seemed to come to life again.
At this time, an inexplicable cold breath suddenly spread over him. Zhang Yang immediately turned over, and when he rolled to the ground, he took advantage of the situation and rolled out another three or four meters. He didn't stop until he hit a thick pillar. Almost at the same time, he endured the pain. He shuddered uncontrollably, as if something had penetrated into his blood vessels, making his whole body stiffen, and even his heartbeat and breathing seemed to stop.
"Ava's Fire!"
At the critical moment, Zhang Yang spit out a string of obscure syllables, but they were the fire-calling technique in the basic witchcraft that this latent body had mastered.
"Bang!"
A ball of red flame the size of a fist appeared out of thin air, but it was not an unstable flame, but seemed to be tamed, and could be shaped and changed twice.
"Eye of Ava!"
The basic witchcraft words sounded again, and the flame instantly turned into a flaming eye as big as a human head, rose to the highest point of the house, and began to shine automatically.
And the whole room became brighter.
Under such blazing eyes, the feeling of being frozen finally subsided, and Zhang Yang only saw a shadow quickly recede, as if it had never happened.
There were already many footsteps outside the room, but it was the basic witchcraft words that Zhang Yang shouted just now that alerted the others.
"We have to change our plans. The world of the Xing tribe has been entangled with cursed filth so quickly. The prospects are not very optimistic."
With this thought, Zhang Yang rolled his eyes and passed out immediately. Well, his small body and soul were still too weak, and just two basic witchcraft words overdrawn his strength.