In the evening, before it got dark, Zhang Yang opened his eyes. His tired spirit had completely recovered at this moment.
This bit of spiritual power has been optimized by Banzhuan No. 7 into five small blue water droplets, each of which can release basic witchcraft words once.
So this is the power of technology and the benefit of data.
Originally, this trumpet could only release the basic witchcraft once. If it was released a second time in a row, it would face the effect of mental exhaustion and coma.
"It's not my style to sit still and wait for death. Brick No. 7, can you analyze the specific clues?"
As Zhang Yang spoke, he found some supplies in the room to arm himself. Of course, among these supplies were wooden spears, which are a must-have for people traveling at home and traveling.
And thanks to the perennial bitter cold in this place, the trees growing here are as strong as steel, and they are perfect for cutting into a few wooden spears.
However, considering that this world was already in chaos with spiritual energy and the force value was relatively high, Zhang Yang, after serious consideration, cast basic witchcraft words on two of the best quality wooden spears.
One is the Fire of Ava. This basic witchcraft can be stored in a wooden spear for almost nine hours before its power dissipates. It is comparable to a powerful enchantment spell.
The other one is Aru's Ice, which can also contain the power of ice in wooden spears. Due to the environment, it can be stored for about fifteen hours before dissipating.
"Master, the analysis results have come out. Based on the overall strength of this village, especially the seven senior villagers who are comparable to demigods, with them sitting in charge, it is almost impossible for the curse to destroy this village head-on, so there is an 86% chance. It can be determined that there should be something hidden in this village that can induce or strengthen the curse. In addition, it is almost 100% certain that the more villagers die, the stronger the curse will be. Therefore, Banzhuan No. 7 suggested that the owner should It’s best to leave this village before tomorrow evening, otherwise something unspeakable will happen.”
"You can't bear to say shit, get ready to work."
Zhang Yang said casually that his goal is simple, to find out the cursed object hidden in this village and destroy it. Then even if the shadow curse comes again, the damage caused will not be so serious. Really, if the seven demigods Are the top villagers vegetarians
Of course, there is a premise here, that is, Zhang Yang's actions cannot be detected, otherwise it will be self-defeating.
Fortunately, the aesthetics of the Xing tribe is that big is beautiful. His cheap uncle's house and yard are two thousand square meters small, and the neighbors next to him are about the same size.
What's more convenient is that the two neighbors on the left and right died last night, and no one cares about a little devil like him who stays up in the dark and messes around in his yard.
"Whether the cursed object was brought back intentionally or unintentionally by the villagers, most of it is near the courtyard where the deceased lived. Then compare the locations of these courtyards where the accident occurred, then find a center point as the center of the circle and draw a circle with the largest radius. , the scope is actually controllable.”
Zhang Yang was thinking in his mind, plans were quickly sketched out but were immediately rejected.
In fact, he himself knew that his behavior was a bit wasteful, but who told him to act like a trumpet? Only by visiting the front line in person can he gain the most comprehensive information, so it was feasible to take risks.
In the end, in just a few minutes, Zhang Yang had formulated a master plan and three backup plans. Whether they would succeed or not was not yet known, but priority was given to collecting information.
Therefore, his four plans have their own objectives. Even if the plan fails in the end and his trumpet dies directly, he can still ensure that he can collect first-hand information.
With such a psychological expectation, the next step is simple.
Zhang Yang first dragged back hundreds of kilograms of greasy animal grease from the huge icehouse in the yard.
It is worth mentioning that because the Xing people are huge and have staggering tonnage, their food intake is naturally staggering. The reason why they built nearly 2,000 square meters of courtyards and rooms is partly because they like to be huge, and partly to store food. , after all, it’s freezing outside, with temperatures reaching minus 30 or 40 degrees, so it’s like a natural big refrigerator.
Moreover, this kind of icehouse is all built with large natural ice bricks one meter square, and can hold about 200 tons of materials inside. Of course, Zhang Yang's cheap uncle has only partially filled it, almost thirty tons of various frozen meats, frozen bones, furs, and some food collected during the short summer.
In addition, there are logs piled up like hills in the courtyard, which are used for heating in the long winter. Just think about the huge five-meter-high fireplace in the room, and you can know how much wood is consumed. .
Zhang Yang chopped up all the beast fat and threw it into the big pot hanging on the fireplace. It was really a big pot that could accommodate a dozen adults on earth to take a bath.
As bundles of wood were thrown into the fireplace, flames several meters long roared, and the extremely high temperature caused the beast grease in the cauldron to melt into liquid.
Zhang Yang brought a wooden bucket, poured out the liquefied animal fat, and evenly sprinkled it on the firewood pile outside. It was now dinner time for the villagers, and the aroma of oil filling the air would not attract anything at all. Notice.
After the busy work was over, the sky also darkened, and the village suddenly became extremely quiet. Only a huge brazier burning with blazing flames on the wooden wall outside the village, and patrolling villagers could be seen there.
Zhang Yang was lying on the bed, waiting patiently. On his left was a cold blue wooden spear, and on his right was a fiery red wooden spear. At the same time, he was also preparing the third basic witchcraft. As long as If possible, he can release it within 0.5 seconds. This time is enough according to the spread of the ice breath last night.
Time passes little by little.
The wooden spear on Zhang Yang's left hand that contains the basic witchcraft words of Alu's Ice began to emit a breath of Dao Senhan. This was inevitable. After all, he sealed the basic witchcraft words of Alu's Ice at noon. The time has come for the power of the witchcraft to collapse.
"It's so cold."
Zhang Yang jumped up and felt a little emotional. The witchcraft of the Xing tribe was really powerful. A basic witchcraft, just the cold air emitted at this moment was almost close to sixty degrees below zero.
"Hey, I'm not afraid you won't take the bait!"
Zhang Yang smiled coldly. In fact, if you think about it carefully, you will understand that a cursed object that can exist in the ice and snow and can play a role must be preserved for an unknown amount of time before the curse is activated, so It will definitely come with attributes like ice.
Then there are two possibilities.
First, this cursed object is not afraid of cold;
Second, this cursed object can draw power from the ice and continue to maintain the cursed state.
Let me ask, if it were Zhang Yang who was in charge, what would he choose
Of course, the second one is more durable and safer.
After all, no one knows when the Heavenly Way of the Xing Tribe will be disordered or when the spiritual energy will be revived. In addition, there are various unexpected conditions, so the cursed object must be delicate, stupid, big and thick, and resistant to beating~ Operation .
However, at this moment, it is far from the coldest season here, which means that the 39th day of the twelfth lunar month of winter has not yet arrived, so the temperature during the day is only minus 20 degrees Celsius, and the temperature at night is It's only minus 30 degrees Celsius.
This is very cold, but for a cursed object that must absorb coldness to maintain its operation, this is really not enough.
So in this case, a wooden spear that can emit temperatures of minus sixty or seventy degrees, no, it will emit at least minus eighty degrees, and what a mouth-watering and outrageous piece of braised pork it must be. !
After all, although the villagers here can also release the Ice of Alu, after searching the memory, Zhang Yang can swear by his little cousin's brother that these villagers who have become extremely powerful due to the revival of spiritual energy are really just innocent Stupid, big and black.
It is clear that Kong Mingming has a lot of power, but he cannot use it effectively and accurately.
Therefore, they will not carefully hide the Alu Ice into a delicately cut wooden spear like a love letter to the goddess. Look at how even and perfect the power of this ice is. Penetrating into every line and fiber of this wooden spear, what a moving work of art this is.
Therefore, Zhang Yang can once again use his little cousin's toes to swear that if the cursed object really exists nearby, it will most likely hope to obtain this wooden spear and then evolve it into a new cursed object. The thing's trumpet.
So this is the truth behind Zhang Yangyitong's arrangement.
Hey, I'm ashamed, I haven't dug a hole for a long time, and my skills are a bit rusty.
Seeing that the wooden spear turned into ice crystals all around, Zhang Yang quietly retreated to the fireplace. The firewood here was still burning, but the huge heat could only maintain the warmth of a small area nearby.
Of course, Zhang Yang would never say that his other wooden spear of Ava's Fire, which he made at night, was stuck in the fireplace and was constantly absorbing and accumulating power.
In order to achieve this goal, Zhang Yang had to use his fourth basic witchcraft tonight, Ayanzhimu, to allow this wooden spear to accumulate power while maintaining it within the limit of not self-exploding.
"coming!"
It was almost midnight, the coldest time of the day, when a unique cold air seeped in from outside the room. If Zhang Yang hadn't experienced it personally last night, he might not have been able to distinguish this cold air from the one outside. What difference does the cold wind make.
So I can only say that details determine everything.
Zhang Yang narrowed his eyes, as if he was falling asleep.
In fact, he didn't even look at it. These evil cursed objects all have different and weird stress traps, and you will fall into them if you are not careful. Therefore, you must use the words full of excitement and expectation like toffee. Mood, carefully protected.
In just a few seconds, Zhang Yang felt as if he was frozen. This was the cold in his bones, the cold coming from the depths of his soul. Unless he had the consciousness, he would have already burped at this moment.
After last night's killing, this cursed object has indeed become exponentially stronger.
However, it is useless.
Because as expected by Zhang Yang, the target of the cursed object was the wooden spear of art that was about to reach the critical point of collapse and was about to explode.
That's such a shame.
Therefore, in order to prevent this cursed object trumpet with great potential from exploding, the cursed object must undergo some kind of power transition to suppress it.
At this moment, the distance between the two parties is negative.
To be precise, the main power of the cursed object is attached to the wooden spear.
"collapse!"
A certain sound sounded, like twelve mules desperately pulling twelve mule crossbow arrows. The wooden spear flew out of the room uncontrollably and penetrated a washbasin-sized hole that Zhang Yang had dug in advance at a precise angle. , after all, he didn't want any accidents to happen.
Then the wooden spear landed steadily on the hill of firewood poured with animal fat.
Almost at the same time, the second wooden spear in Zhang Yang's hand flew out simultaneously, and the Ava Fire that had been accumulated all night exploded instantly, like the brilliant fireworks on New Year's Eve, exploding in this quiet mountain village.
Flames tens of meters high instantly engulfed everything.
Zhang Yang stared at it without blinking. After all, he still had two basic witchcraft words reserved in case of accidents.
But just three seconds later, he shook his head regretfully.
The enemies this time are not good.