After pondering for a long time, he still hadn't made a decision.
There is no need to meet with Yangjian now. You said that you can ask each other for help once, once, twice, three or four times
The other party really won't think: It's useless to want your underworld
I really don't think: why should I sponsor you
Don't talk about yin and yang, you don't care about life or death in the underworld for decades, and now we are struggling to barely maintain a balance.
No, no way, impossible.
Meeting too often will have the opposite effect... He sighed and tapped the table lightly with his fingers. After ten minutes, his eyes suddenly lit up. Start searching for a few keywords of "Cultivator Forum".
Suddenly, more information appeared this time. But compared to the vast majority of ordinary people, there are very few cultivators, and they are gone after a total of over a dozen pages.
If this is a search for "chicken, you are too beautiful", "skin tens of thousands of nights", tsk tsk tsk... turn a hundred pages without any duplicates...
He searched quickly, and soon found the Hebei Cultivator Forum. There seemed to be only one cultivation forum in each province. And this only forum is marked with the word "official" at the back.
"Very good, you don't need to register... You can search directly..." He clicked in immediately, and muttered with shining eyes: "Maintaining the website is also a big task, and it requires costs. If they want to invest in the cultivation company, they must first let the other party I can see my own stuff. And those who can access this network are either high-level military and police officers or practitioners. They omit the registration steps to facilitate the retention of retail investors. Unfortunately... Now it is convenient for me... "
With his fingers flying, this wonderful sense of percussion reminded him of the days when he was a typist when Wubi was popular more than ten years ago...
Enter a few of Damascus. The moment I clicked the search button, my breathing stopped slightly.
The next second, on the side of the screen, his eyes suddenly lit up.
found it!
Only one post.
The name is... Dama Gunsan? Really only the lowest level of supernatural events happened
He clicked in immediately.
It's a long post with lots of photos. However, after too long, the photo has been X dropped. However, this did not affect Qin Ye's reading. The post was still there, so he should be grateful.
Just as he thought... He chuckled while reading, in this world, forums are omnipotent...
And this information, hidden under too many sub-items, is likely not to be displayed in search engines!
Even if someone tries to clear the news of Damasun Mountain, it is very likely that they will not be cleared here. Sure enough, he guessed right.
"Today, my junior brother and I came to the mountains of Malaysia to practice." There are many words in the post, and it is recorded in the first person of a kind of diary: "I heard from the master that some low-level supernatural events happened here. It is very suitable for rookies like us to practice. Although I don't want to admit it... But I'm really a rookie... "
"The scenery of Dama Mountains is very good. We found a place to camp and rest. We said we were camping, but we didn't actually do anything. At least I can stay up all night and feel refreshed. So, I found a cave and started meditating."
"But it was in the middle of the night... you never imagined what I saw!!!"
From those exclamation marks, Qin Ye seemed to feel the shock of the other party at this moment. He looked on.
"Knocking sound..."
"Clear knocking sound! It came from the belly of the Dama Mountains! However... According to the map, it was already a no-man's land! There was no trace of anyone at all!"
"I woke up my junior brother. After all, this is the place where supernatural events have happened. Even if it is the lowest level, a carelessness may kill me. I am afraid that it is my auditory hallucinations. However, the junior brother denied my guess. He heard knocks too!"
"This kind of sound is very strange. I can be sure that it is the sound of hitting a stone carving. But... it is very far away, at least a thousand meters, but it seems to be... right next to me! Even... right behind me!!"
"The mountain god plays the drum... I have heard this legend, I don't know if it is, the mountain gods in these legends are all mountain ghosts, at least the level of the soul, but the ghost of the level of the soul will never appear here! How dare you cause such a thing Big noise!"
Qin Ye stopped the hand that rolled the wheel.
He has a guess.
These knocks… maybe not knocks.
It was... Yin Qi was too dense, too dense, and caused... Yin Qi burst!
It's like having too much energy gathered in a small area and can only consume itself through constant wear and tear. It's not that there is no yin qi, but that yin qi is already like air, so dense that it covers all the landscapes, humans and animals in this place, and even feels the appearance of "natural".
At this time, the post changed to a new line. The mode he chose was to only look at the landlord and not look at other comments. Not so idle either.
Obviously this was the second day's record. He could imagine that the brothers and sisters were shivering while listening to the mountain god playing drums in the cave, and could only use their mobile phones to express their terrifying images.
Especially, in this kind of wilderness, in a night where everything is silent, if you say a word, you are afraid to wake up the mountain ghost.
"The nerves were too tense that night, and when the sun came up the next day, we all felt a little tired. However... just as we were going out of the cave, we found that... it was foggy."
"The fog is so thick that I can't really see my fingers. Walking in the fog, the trees with their teeth and claws look at me like black shadows! I heard the master say that in the wilderness, if you feel something behind you, thousands of Never look back. Because if you look back, the other party will blow out the fire on your shoulders."
"I didn't look back, but... but I did hear it! I heard it! Behind us, beside us! There was someone talking!"
"It's not screaming, it's not howling, it's just that the parents in the countryside are short-sighted, asking how the harvest is in other homes, and asking if the children are naughty. As we go further, the voice gets louder! It's obviously ordinary words, and now it's almost impossible to say anything. I'm terrified!"
"We have entered a supernatural scene... I can guarantee it is! Now I am writing while walking, I don't even know if I can go back. In such a big supernatural scene, that Specter is definitely at the level of the soul!"
"We don't know how long we've walked, but when the fog cleared, we...we were in a village!"
"Very old village, the ground is covered with weeds. However, there are people! There are people!"
"There are some villagers, but their eyes are dull, and they look at us like dead people. The whole village is like walking with corpses, and they actually put the coffin in the house! What the hell!"
"No... there is... and..."
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An iD message named "Heaven has eyes": Thank you for your clues, I have notified the investigation department, and three investigators have gone to investigate. I hope it can save you. If you return safely, please leave a message online. I will keep following you.
Very official message. However, in the post edited by the landlord, it still belongs to the landlord only. Moreover, after the iD with eyes in the sky, there are two prominent words: moderator.
Qin Ye looked down and saw the second message from Cangtian Youyan:
He raised his eyebrows and looked at the third, or did he leave a message: Fellow Daoist
The fourth and fifth lines are all simple question marks.
However, there is no sixth way.
Qin Ye narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at the time of the post.
First message, May 4, 2016.
Second message, May 13, 2016.
The third message: May 23, 2016.
Fourth message: June 1, 2016.
The last one: July 2, 2016.
"No answer for a whole month?" He pondered and licked his lips: "This kind of registered member should be a local monk in Hebei Province. With his identity, strength, and the scope of communication should be limited to this forum, it has been so long since then. , according to the habits of young people, it is impossible for him not to end this diary. Because the cultivator of this age, the scope of communication is only this local forum. And... it is also a post that the moderator personally left a message."
"What happened? I won't answer... Only dead people? The landlord passed away?" His eyes moved to the landlord iD, and at this time, he was in the mood to read this post.
One person, one sword, one thought... This iD... is quite a middle school... He raised his eyebrows, just as he was about to move away, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Under the name of the other party, there are several lines of small black gold border characters.
"A registered member of the Hebei Cultivation Alliance, a disciple of the Yunhe Sect. The special investigation department's record number iD: C532896."
Good thing... He breathed a sigh of relief, immediately exited this page, and cut to the official website of the Special Investigation Division again.
If he remembered correctly, the professor of the First Cultivation University did not tell a lie, then... all members with registration numbers can be found in the cultivator database!
Of course, this finding is to find the iD of the other party.
"C532896..." He entered the number quickly, but...
Search result: The practitioner you searched for has been revoked.
"Heh..." He squeezed the mouse hard. In this case, there is only one answer.
died.
No, at least the whereabouts are unknown, and the number will be revoked until it is issued to the next practitioner.
Even more convenient... Here you can check the exact date of revocation!
He looked at the time.
May 6, 2016!
Moreover, four words were added after it: Suspected death.
"Interesting... Really interesting..." Sitting silently in front of the computer for a few minutes, he crossed his hands under his chin, held his head, looked at the computer screen and sneered: "It seems that there is indeed something in the Damasun Mountains. Moreover, special investigation The Department stepped in forcefully. Guess... how did you find out? Oh... those three investigators?"
"No... No, if Mr. Zhao is there, even if the entire Special Investigation Department fills in, it is impossible for a single person to come out without the army formation. I prefer that no one comes out there, so... The Special Investigation Department sent people over? And a higher level? The disappearance of five people at one time is already a major accident for Hebei Province, where there are few supernatural beings. But…”
"Can the people who have been sent again come out?"
"Impossible..." He stood up and slid his fingers lightly across the smooth tabletop: "So... it's like a bottomless pit, swallowing up an unknown number of people? And the Special Investigation Unit can't even determine the lives and deaths of these people? Only Know that the place is dangerous, weird, but can't be sure of its rating? So... it's not marked on the map? Or it's marked on the map with the highest level of danger?"
"If I'm not mistaken, there are already special investigators and military police around there... Mr. Zhao, have you played a lot this time?"