Looking at a huge ancient bronze altar in front of him, Yi Feng couldn't help being shocked.
Driven by curiosity, Yi Feng hurried over.
As soon as he stepped onto the altar, Yi Feng felt like he had passed through something, but he didn't care. Instead, he looked around casually.
Around the altar, eight huge pillars were erected, carved with all kinds of strange patterns, which made people feel awe-inspiring.
Yi Feng couldn't understand these patterns either, so he didn't look at them and turned his eyes to the ground.
He saw that in the center of the altar, there was a circular pattern painted, which seemed to be some kind of totem.
In the middle of the pattern, there was also a brick-sized button.
"What is this stuff?"
Yi Feng subconsciously stepped on it, and the button immediately sank down, replaced by a dark grid.
In the center of the dark grid, there was an ancient wooden box placed.
"Oh?"
"Could I have found a treasure?"
Yi Feng was very excited and opened the box directly.
Roar!
With a sound of invisible roar, a snow-white beast rushed out from the box with a layer of white mist.
"Witch Demon artifact, how dare a human being covet it!?"
Immediately, it opened its huge mouth and tore at Yi Feng.
At this moment.
The space behind Yi Feng directly turned into a black hole.
The beast was the guardian beast of the Witch Demon's treasure. Although it was just a soul, its power was immense.
"Cough cough!"
"So much dust."
Yi Feng squinted and coughed twice, and couldn't help turning his head to the side, waving his hand at the box at the same time.
The moment Yi Feng waved his hand, the guardian beast's eyes widened in disbelief.
"The body, is actually..."
Before it could finish speaking, it turned directly into blue smoke and disappeared.
Witch Demon beast.
Dead!
After a long time, Yi Feng looked into the box again.
In the box, there was a blood-red bead placed, about the size of a goose egg, full of exotic beauty.
"What kind of bead is this?"
Yi Feng picked it up and knocked on it, observed it again and again, and then became disappointed.
"I thought it was something good, but it turned out to be just a broken bead. It doesn't seem to have any use except looking good."
Yi Feng smacked his lips.
"But then again, who would put good stuff in such a godforsaken place."
Although he said that, he still casually put the bead away.
Just as he was about to get up, he felt a sudden pain in his stomach.
"Damn."
"Stomachache, gotta take a shit."
Yi Feng's face was ashen. He held his stomach and prepared to find a place to poop. But in a hurry, he couldn't find a good place for a while.
As for solving it on the spot, it was not impossible either, after all there was no one around.
But he had to find a hole at least?
No hole was unacceptable to Yi Feng, because he had a shadow.
After all, he would never forget that once he went into the mountains, his stomach ached without finding a hole, so he solved it on the spot. But he ate too much, the small mountain he piled up was too high, resulting in his butt being slightly lowered and wiping it.
That time, he walked two miles with his butt arched before finding water to wash clean.
Since then, Yi Feng had sworn that he must have a hole when shitting.
"So urgent."
Yi Feng was about to look for a hole, but after taking two steps his body straightened up and he found he couldn't move, if he moved again he couldn't hold it in.
Just as he didn't know what to do, he suddenly caught sight of the dark grid next to him, and his eyes lit up instantly.
The dark grid was just two hands wide, perfect for him.
Although the box was still placed in the dark grid, he didn't care anymore. Without hesitation, he tiptoed to the side of the dark grid, and let it rip into the box.
Soon, a confident smile reappeared on Yi Feng's face. He casually poked the box with a stick and closed it again.
After comfortably putting on his pants, he suddenly found his waist empty.
After groping again, his face changed instantly.
"Fuck, where's my money bag?"
He kept groping his body but still couldn't find the money bag.
"Damn it!"
"I just lost one recently, and lost another one again, does heaven want to play me like this!"
Yi Feng burst into a torrent of abuse, while recalling where the money bag might have fallen.
"Oh, seems like I dropped it at Bai Piaopiao's place. I took a bath there and yes, must have left it there..."
Yi Feng finally remembered where the money bag was.
But thinking that he had been away for a day, Yi Feng hesitated again.
What to do now.
Should he go back and get it?
But that's impossible too. He believed Bai Piaopiao would be honest, but what about the other trash?
If they picked it up, wouldn't it be like hitting a dog with a meat bun with no way to get it back?
Thinking of this, Yi Feng hesitated no more, jumped on Man Man's back, and headed back to Bai Piaopiao's residence.
Another day passed, and Yi Feng finally returned to the foot of Bai Piaopiao's mountain.
Putting away Man Man, Yi Feng strode up the mountain.
The few people on the mountain, after busy days, finally had satisfied smiles on their faces.
"Miss Bai, the formations have been rearranged."
Yun Lan came to Bai Piaopiao and said, "Next, Miss Bai only needs to concentrate on closing up here until awakening."
Bai Piaopiao opened her beautiful eyes and looked at him.
Seeing this, Yun Lan seemed afraid that Bai Piaopiao was not at ease, and said rather arrogantly, "Miss Bai can rest assured that this formation was arranged by me personally, and there will definitely not be the problem last time, unless an immortal comes down from heaven, otherwise no one can find us here."
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s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
