The Palace of the Dead has an inexplicable obsession with flowers, and some places even cover the floor with flowers.
The mountain patrol disciples led them along a road full of small white flowers. The flowers filled the gaps between the bluestone bricks. No matter how careful they were, they would inevitably be stepped on.
The mountain patrolling disciple felt Fang Shan's careful steps and turned around and said: "There is no need to be too cautious, these flowers will not die."
Fang Shan shrugged: "If the stem is bent, doesn't it destroy the beauty?"
"No." The mountain patrol disciple explained: "It is very tough and is a breed specially cultivated by the former palace owner."
Fang Shan said calmly: "There are many strange flowers and plants here, which I have never seen before."
The disciples who patrolled the mountain could not hide their pride: "Palace masters in the past dynasties have always liked to cultivate strange flowers and plants."
Fang Shan and Wei Sushen looked at each other and asked along, pretending to be curious.
Affected by the atmosphere in the palace, the disciples who patrolled the mountain also liked to care for flowers and plants, and chatted endlessly, focusing on the flowers and plants that repel mosquitoes.
"But the most powerful one is undoubtedly the Forgettable Grass."
Fang Shan's eyes moved: "Can you forget your feelings after eating it?"
The disciple who patrolled the mountain said mysteriously: "It is said that the forgetful grass can make people forget their seven emotions and six desires. After swallowing it, they can practice their internal skills and make great progress."
Fang Shan cooperated and showed a little surprise: "So magical?"
The mountain patrol disciple looked a little embarrassed: "Actually, everyone with brains knows that if you practice martial arts without all emotions and six desires, you will definitely achieve something."
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After looking around, the patrolling disciple said softly: "The former palace master once said that hitting a sap can cause people to lose their memory. Maybe it will have the same effect."
Fang Shan shook his head after hearing this: "After amnesia, it is easy to have distracting thoughts, which is not conducive to practicing martial arts." After a pause, he said: "Can you take me to see the Forgetting Grass?"
The mountain patrol disciple looked at him with surprised eyes.
Fang Shan said calmly: "Sorry, I almost forgot that it is a palace treasure and cannot be easily revealed to others."
"You misunderstood." The mountain patrol disciple waved his hands repeatedly: "It's just that the park is closed today."
"Closed?"
The mountain patrol disciple said patiently: "The palace master has developed a visiting garden using the Forget-the-Love Grass. You can enter after paying enough money."
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The mountain patrol disciple did not notice his expression and continued: "Things are rare and valuable, and the garden is only open three times a month."
"Your palace master... is very far-sighted."
If you continue to inquire, it may arouse the other party's suspicion, so Fang Shan shut up in time.
After walking some distance further, the mountain patrol disciples gave a general introduction to the structure of the Palace of the Dead, as well as the forbidden areas where unauthorized intrusion was prohibited.
"Depending on your beauty level, you have two options. One is to live in the Palace of the Dead, and the other is to choose a house in a nearby town. The palace will allocate a fixed amount of money to you every month."
Even though he was mentally prepared, Fang Shan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard such generous treatment. He didn't make a decision immediately, but asked: "Which one is more suitable for me?"
The mountain patrol disciple praised: "You are very smart. There have been many idiots who insisted on their beauty and made decisions before asking questions clearly, so that it was too late to regret."
Fang Shan pretended to be asking for advice humbly.
The mountain patrol disciple said slowly: "If you live in the palace, you must abide by the palace rules of the Palace of the Dead, especially since the palace owner has a moody personality, and many people have been executed for offending him; if you live outside, you will have a lot of freedom. Correspondingly, You have to pay the price of not being able to leave for five years.”
"Five years?"
The mountain patrol disciple nodded: "And during these five years, you must ensure that your face is not damaged and your body is not out of shape, otherwise your limbs will be broken and expelled."
There is no free lunch in the world, and the Palace of the Dead has once again confirmed this.
Fang Shan pointed to the people around him: "Where is my brother?"
The patrolling disciple thought for a while: "The palace master didn't specifically explain it, it should be acquiescence that he can stay."
At this point, I specially reminded you: "But try to go out as little as possible, so as not to scare others."
Wei Sushen nodded calmly.
Fang Shan watched his host change from a successful heartthrob to a hater, feeling quite guilty.
They were placed in a yard near the lake.
The courtyard of the Palace of the Dead also has a residence time limit, and you cannot continue to stay if you are over twenty-five years old.
"The previous guest left not long ago," the mountain patrol disciple said, "I will have someone come and replace the mattress with a new one."
Fang Shan nodded and began to look around the room after he left. Every corner is decorated, even jadeite is hung on the bedside for decoration. It can be seen that the previous owner has a more exaggerated style, which is very suitable for him.
Pulling out two pieces of paper from the desk, Fang Shan had an excellent memory and quickly integrated the information obtained from the mountain patrol disciples to outline a rough map of the Palace of the Dead.
"The Forgettable Grass is planted near the back mountain. There are disciples of the Palace of the Dead practicing nearby during the day. It is difficult not to be discovered. It is best to do it at night."
Wei Sushen: "Don't do it too far."
You must complete three self-selected tasks before you are eligible to leave. If you are hunted by the Palace of the Dead, it will be very difficult to continue performing tasks.
Fang Shan thought for a while: "Let's go explore the road tonight."
Wei Sushen nodded slightly.
The meal time in the Palace of the Dead is very early, usually one stick of incense earlier than normal. It is said that this is to maintain a slim figure.
The remaining heat of the scorching sun has not yet dissipated, and someone has already delivered dinner. It looks like a table full of delicacies, but in fact each dish is served on a palm-sized plate and can be finished in about two bites.
Under Fang Shan's delicate eyebrows are a pair of eyes full of resentment: "It's pitiful that I live a life without enough food and clothing."
Wei Sushen put the only two chopsticks of chicken legs into his bowl and tried to eat to block the system's mouth.
Fang Shan did exactly that. He quickly kept silent and focused on eating.
In the rare silence, the chopsticks they were preparing to pick up were slightly stagnant in mid-air at the same time.
At the same time, the sound of 'Didi' kept ringing in Wei Sushen's mind, followed by a series of prompts:
The program is about to be updated, please do not exit—
Fang Shan frowned: "Things that usually don't happen in hundreds of years have been updated for the second time this year."
The new version fixes the following problems: when involved in the countercurrent of space, plane teleportation will be given priority and tasks will be reissued randomly.
Added the Awakan Mountain language to solve mission failures caused by language barriers.
New feature: Travel photos. Collect photos from three different dimensions to redeem a time-travel travel ticket (limited to one for each ID).
After a moment of silence, Fang Shan put down his chopsticks: "No wonder it was updated suddenly."
As he spoke, he looked at Wei Sushen and said with lingering fear: "There are actually planes that have not been recorded in the language."
Among thousands of worlds, there is someone who chooses the one in ten million chance. In such a comparison, they can be called lucky.
Wei Sushen opened the '+' behind the travel photos, and a series of detailed introductions quickly popped up -
Photo requirements: The accompanying system must show its true face.
Fang Shan pursed his lips: "The purpose of making special requirements is to prevent cheating."
Then he began to explain further: "The system can be ever-changing. It is easy to pretend to be the host and take pictures. This requirement eliminates this possibility."
"Back in time." Wei Sushen's focus was on the other side. He looked at him and said, "Does it mean that you can go back to a certain point in the past?"
Fang Shan nodded, his eyes unclear: "Maybe this is an opportunity to recover the deleted data."
Wei Sushen said extremely calmly: "I will help you."
Fang Shan was a little moved. After he finished being moved, Wei Su Shenfu spoke again: "Is there any chance that the Forgetting Grass can be brought back as a mission item? Will it be effective if swallowed by species other than humans?"
Fang Shan suddenly realized what he was planning, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Not necessarily."
Wei Sushen said coldly, "Oh," "Then I take back what I just said."
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The moon climbed up into the sky little by little, and when it was completely suspended in the night, Fang Shan changed into simple clothes and sneaked out with Wei Sushen.
There is no one on duty in the Palace of the Dead. On weekdays, the disciples only take turns patrolling the mountain.
Fang Shan: "Most places are fine, but there are some interesting plants outside some houses. If you walk by them rashly, you will definitely bleed to death."
Wei Sushen nodded. His hearing was very good, and he even picked up the subtle hissing sounds of venomous snakes among the cracks in the rocks. But for some reason, these venomous snakes only popped up one head and then went back.
He glanced at Fang Shan and said, "They seem to be afraid of you."
Fang Shan shook his head: "It's because I'm afraid of Shining."
As if hearing his words, the fat worm emerged from the jar and flicked the tip of its tail proudly.
The Forgetting Grass is planted in Tianxiang Garden, and the wooden sign outside the door also thoughtfully indicates the visiting time. Fang Shan guesses that the Palace of the Dead relies on it to make huge profits.
The building area inside is very wide and surrounded by vegetation. It is really difficult to fully distinguish the types of vegetation at the moment.
Wei Sushen: "Let's go take a look at the front first."
Fang Shan had no objection, and the two of them wandered along, really looking like tourists. For the first time, Wei Sushen deeply realized how precious Gu insects were. With Shining around, even the smallest toxins that entered the body would be quickly cleaned out.
Fangshan suddenly stopped, and on the side was a lake as smooth as a mirror, planted with large blooming lotus flowers. The most eye-catching thing was in the middle of the lake. At first glance, it looked like a reed swaying in the wind, like stars over the moon. The earth was surrounded and stood there.
"Tell me, is it that?"
Wei Sushen: "Maybe."
Fang Shan muttered: "Be careful not to damage the rhizome when digging, and see if there will be a task prompt sound."
Wei Sushen was not in a hurry to take action: "We must find a way to cover it up."
They had only been here for a day, and the Forgetting Grass disappeared. They could feel suspicious without logical thinking.
Fang Shan frowned slightly: "Grow similar grasses first and then replace them."
After making up their mind, they temporarily shelved their plan to pull weeds and returned along the original path.
The night is just right, the cicadas are chirping and the frogs are croaking.
Fang Shan snapped his fingers: "Would you like a dance?"
Wei Sushen shook his head.
Fang Shan was not surprised by his choice: "Then take a picture."
Wei Sushen did not refuse this time.
"It's a pity that the program was updated too late," Fang Shan said regretfully: "Otherwise, they would have been gathered together long ago."
What he was holding was a coin, which the system called a delusion camera. Fang Shan returned to his original appearance, picked a huge stone, sat on it, and took a picture of the place next to him: "Come and take a photo."
Wei Sushen sat next to him, and suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart. The two of them had been struggling for so long to meet each other, but in the end, apart from systematic candid photos and mandatory photos, there was no real group photo.
"Look at the camera and smile." Fang Shan raised the coin high as if coaxing a child: "Yes, just look there."
Wei Sushen twitched the corner of his mouth, and the first plane travel photo was born.
Fang Shan lowered his head and checked the appearance of the photo.
The breeze suddenly carried a strong fragrance. Fang Shan was slightly startled. This was the fragrance of flowers that was unique to the Palace Master of the Dead Soul Palace. He looked up in surprise. When Wei Sushen wanted to stop it, it was already too late.
Their eyes met, and at the same time, Fang Shan could see something incredible in the other's eyes. Fang Shan was surprised that the palace master who had a strict schedule would appear at the point where he was sleeping for beauty sleep. The latter was surprised by his face.
Within a few breaths, Fang Shan realized that he still maintained his true appearance because of the photo.
Comparing the two, the chin of Flower of the Kaoling is more pointed, and the shape of the eyebrows is also much colder. As for Fang Shan's true appearance, the curved lines of his side face are softer, his features are clear, and his eyes are full of aura.
The eyes of the Palace Master of the Dead Souls Palace were more than a degree colder: "Who are you?"
Just as Fang Shan was about to speak, the Lord of the Palace of the Dead had already pulled out the soft whip from his waist, taking the first step to eliminate the possibility of lying: "I know more about human skin masks than anyone else."
He was sure that Fang Shan was not wearing anything similar during the day.
The silver whip shimmered with a cold color in the moonlight, just like the eyes of the Palace Master of the Dead Soul Palace: "Tell me, how can one person have two different faces?"
Feeling the killing intent, Wei Sushen glanced at Fang Shan, his meaning was very clear... Do you want to fight
Fang Shan shook his head, jumped off the stone, and said seriously: "It's actually a face."
This was probably the first time that the Palace Master of the Palace of the Dead had seen someone telling lies, and he laughed in anger.
Fang Shan said firmly: "It's true, this is my bare face." After thinking for a while, he added: "Purely bare face.
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