Zombie Evolution

Chapter 52: Looking for Spirit Grass (Part 2)

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Seeing Zhang Yang's heartbeat, the corners of Fang's mouth turned up, and he smiled even more happily: "We are now located in the inner part of the Shiwanda Mountain, and there are more spiritual herbs here. However, we need to pay attention to it. I'm afraid there will be some monsters guarding it."

Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat.

monster? Pit father ah!

With my current strength, it's okay to meet a second-level monster, but if I meet many monsters, or a third-level monster, it will be troublesome.

"Of course, you don't have to worry too much. There is nothing precious in these spirit herbs. As long as you are not unlucky, you will not encounter monsters above level three. You can deal with them."

Mr. Fang said a few words of comfort, and sighed at this point:

"If it wasn't for the old man's poor health, he should have gone out in person... Now, I have to leave it to you. You take these two things to keep you safe."

Old Fang said, and handed over something like an amulet and a jade slip.

"When you are in danger, crush the jade slip, and I will rush there immediately; the amulet is hanging on your body, and when you encounter a fourth-level monster attack, it can keep you safe for an incense stick of time. This time is enough for me to rush to your side Already... in this peripheral area, I believe that the possibility of you provoking level five monsters is almost zero."

Zhang Yang took it calmly, and hung the amulet on his body as promised, and put the jade slip into the storage bag.

There are three storage bags hanging on Zhang Yang's body, which cannot be concealed at all.

Fortunately, Mr. Fang didn't seem very interested. In his opinion, a wandering corpse equivalent to a monk in the human Qi refining period is unlikely to have any good things.

"Alright, let's go! No matter how many spirit herbs you collect, you must come back before dawn."

After explaining, Old Fang closed his eyes.

Zhang Yang clasped his fists in salute, turned and left.

After escaping for tens of miles, Zhang Yang stopped, and after thinking for a while, he picked up the amulet around his neck.

It was a jade ball-like existence, and Zhang Yang's consciousness invaded it, and was quickly ejected, unable to go deep.

Zhang Yang clamped it with two fingers, and with a little force with his fingers, the jade ball looked very solid, and there was no damage. However, Zhang Yang didn't dare to use too much force. According to the old guy, this is a good thing that can withstand the attack of the fourth-level monsters for a while. If it is damaged, it will not be worth the loss.

Helpless, he had no choice but to hang it around his neck again, and took out the jade slip with a flick of his consciousness.

I put my consciousness out, scanned it again, and found that it was no different from ordinary jade, so I couldn't help but let out a sigh.

The consciousness was released again, this time it was much more careful, almost scanning it bit by bit, but still couldn't feel anything.

A look of surprise appeared on Zhang Yang's face:

"According to what Mr. Fang said, he can feel it when he crushes this piece of Kodama slip, which means that there must be his spiritual consciousness in this piece of Kodama slip. But, I can't feel it at all?"

Zhang Yang's face changed continuously, he put away the jade slips, and checked his body with his spiritual sense, but also found nothing, so he couldn't help but sighed, and could only give up temporarily.

Knowing that the jade slip and the body have the other party's consciousness, but they can't find it out, so let's not mention this depression.

Now Zhang Yang's biggest impulse is to run away immediately, as far as he can.

God horse spirit grass, god horse inheritance, go to him!

Your own life is the most important.

However, Zhang Yang knew that Old Fang must have made some kind of imprint on himself. Even if he threw away the jade slips and amulets, he still couldn't escape Fang Laoer's tracking.

If you can't find where the mark is, you will definitely be caught if you escape, and it will only make the situation worse.

"Whoa! Never mind! Let's take it one step at a time! I'm not completely ignorant of the spiritual herbs I'm looking for, some of them are full of spiritual power, and I think they are needed by Mr. Fang to recover from his injuries; but some of them are rich. The power of yin and cold should be beneficial to me. No matter what purpose Mr. Fang has, it seems that he has no intention of killing me in front of him."

Zhang Yang could only comfort himself, let go of his spiritual consciousness, and began to search in the mountains and forests.

According to Mr. Fang, this place is the same as the ancient tomb where Zhang Yang was staying. It is also located in a mountain range called "Hundred Thousand Mountains", and it is also a peripheral area, but the location is relatively far away.

After spending half the night, he found several kinds of spiritual herbs, collected them, and put them into the storage bag.

During the period, he met several wild beasts and killed two of them, making the zombie puppet ghost servant and himself sucked full of blood. As for the monsters, regardless of their strength, Zhang Yang would avoid them in advance after encountering them, and did not provoke them too much.

This is the first day out. Zhang Yang's principle is to be conservative and spend most of his time understanding spiritual herbs.

Zhang Yang is not familiar with spirit grass, but with his spiritual consciousness, he can also judge their quality based on the fluctuation of spiritual power.

"The fluctuations in the spiritual power of the several kinds of spiritual herbs I picked are not much stronger than ordinary herbs. Although there is no comparison, I know that this should belong to the lowest existence."

"Furthermore, Mr. Fang's requirements for these kinds of spirit herbs are very large... It can be seen that their quality is really not very good. If so, I spent a whole night and only found these..."

Zhang Yang analyzed secretly, and had a certain understanding of the difficulty of collecting elixir.

However, he didn't intend to bring all these spirit herbs to Old Man Fang, but took out half of them, found an empty jade box and buried them under a crooked neck tree.

Then he clapped his hands and went back to the cave as if nothing had happened.

Old Fang took the pile of spirit herbs, frowned inadvertently, and soon relaxed again.

However, this small movement has been accurately captured by Zhang Yang who pays close attention to it.

"On the first day, it's good to be able to find these; but unfortunately, there are not all kinds of these elixir. Let's continue tomorrow!"

Old Fang took out a jade box and put away these spirit herbs.

Zhang Yang retreated with fists in his arms, and hid in a small corner of the cave with his eyes closed.

Elder Fang started to meditate and practice.

The next night, Zhang Yang went out as before.

However, this time, instead of collecting spirit grass completely, after going around the mountain forest, I hunted and killed a fire scale cow, sucked most of the blood essence by myself, let the ghost servant suck the less blood essence, and then started Exercise exercises to temper the body.

No matter what conspiracy Mr. Fang has, as long as he is stronger, he will have a better chance of survival.

It wasn't until dawn that the ghost servant was taken back into the blood coffin, and he came to the place where the spirit grass was buried yesterday, took out the jade box, saw that the spirit grass was still intact, put it in the storage bag with satisfaction, and accelerated towards the cave direction to flee.

Just as Zhang Yang left, a figure turned from the shadow of a tree not far away, with an extremely gloomy expression.

"Hmph! No wonder you only found so much spiritual grass in a day, and you dare to play tricks with me. However, no matter what tricks you play, you can't find the palm of my hand. Delaying time will only delay your death by two days .”

Old Fang snorted coldly, turned into a light and headed towards the cave from another direction.

When Zhang Yang went back to the cave for business, Old Fang took the spirit grass calmly, and even praised him a few words.

In this way, Zhang Yang searched for the elixir and waited for the opportunity to practice.

Because of his strong spiritual sense, he can always avoid danger in advance, and there are no powerful monsters around him, so he has never encountered any danger.

Rao Zhang Yang deliberately lowered the efficiency of searching for spiritual herbs, but the number of spiritual herbs was increasing day by day.

One day more than a month later, when Zhang Yang returned a batch of elixir again, he found a large pit more than one meter deep in the middle of the cave.

The side walls of the pit are all built of stones; in the pit, there is a thick and pulpy sludge-like existence, which is bubbling.

Old Fang was standing by the side of the pit, looking at Zhang Yang with a smile.