Chapter 67: Little Pomegranate's Big Trouble (Continued)
Let’s talk about Jiangxia.
In the desert town, in Rogge's room, Jiang Xia was sitting upright, holding a pen in his hand, writing and drawing on a piece of parchment that was obviously torn from some book.
In front of him, the lifelike stone sculpture that the pomegranate had transformed into still maintained its funny running posture.
There was still a trace of fear that could not be wiped off on the ugly and cute face.
Jiang Xia is trying to find a way to save it.
"You brought a little spirit in the Qi training stage to the wasteland? Why did you torture it so much? Do you hate it so much?"
Mr. Crow's beautiful handwriting appeared on the parchment in front of Jiang Xia.
The malicious sarcasm made Jiang Xia curl his lips.
He wrote:
“How could I, a mere mortal, know that the pomegranate would become like this after being brought here?
These monsters are too weak. I don’t think the fighting power of the wolf demon has decreased much since it was brought here. It is still as strong as ever.”
After writing this line, the handwriting quickly disappeared, and new handwriting belonging to Mr. Crow appeared.
"How can monsters and spirits be the same thing? The former first take shape, then gain opportunities and become magical. In essence, they are no different from human cultivators.
But for spirits and monsters to be formed, they must first have some supernatural powers before they can take shape.
Its essence is the embodiment of all things in nature, wind, fire, water, soil, mountains, rivers, sun, moon and stars. They are nourished by spiritual energy and naturally cannot be separated from the nourishment of spiritual energy for a moment.
You take it to the wasteland.
There is no spiritual energy there, which is no less painful to spirits than a fish out of water, or a person without air, which is no less cruel than being tortured to death."
Just like an explanation from a senior to a junior, Mr. Crow explained in detail:
“As for combat effectiveness.
Don't have any misunderstandings. They are not weak at all. At the same level, no matter they are demons or cultivators, they dare not provoke the monsters of the powerful race.
There are very few of them, they are born and raised by nature, and are a gathering of spiritual energy. They are born with their own innate magical powers, and it is said that it is extremely dangerous to kill them.
If monsters can grow into fairies or holy spirits, their every move will be enough to change the world and even directly affect the rules that govern the operation of the world.
I've been to some worlds and heard some rumors.
It is said that the nature of the phenomena we see, such as the sun, moon, stars, day and night, are also related to spirits.
Moreover, the monsters are very united and they bear grudges.
Every world is the same.
If this little pomegranate monster dies because of you, once the matter is exposed, you will be unable to move forward in Ku Mu Realm. Even if you cling to the Immortal Alliance, they will definitely not be able to protect you.
After all, the spirits of the Bitter Wood Realm also have a Holy Spirit protecting them."
Jiang Xia twitched his lips, then looked at the pomegranate again, picked up the pen and wrote:
“That’s why I’m asking you, Mr. Crow, for advice.
How can I save the pomegranate? And is there any way to make it willingly keep the secret for me without hurting it? "
"There is a way."
Mr. Crow's answer quickly emerged .
But before Jiang Xia could smile, another sentence appeared on the parchment.
"But it's not free. Or, you can use the license I promised you before in exchange for this method."
Jiang Xia put down his pen and took a puff of his cigar.
A few seconds later, he picked up his pen and wrote :
"Favors are valuable and cannot be used here. If I ask you for a favor, how much will it cost?"
Mr. Crow was also not vague, and words appeared immediately.
"One hundred spiritual stones, one thousand immortal coins."
Wow.
You’re welcome.
But Jiang Xia didn't care about this. He frowned and asked with a pen in hand:
"What do you want these for? As an explorer of the stars, these things are not rare to you, right?"
"Of course I'll take it back as a souvenir to show my family."
Mr. Crow replied as a matter of course:
“I have traveled about one-third of the Kumu Realm, and there is nothing here that can impress people. It is a typical immortal cultivation civilization.
However, the special organizational form of the Immortal Alliance really interests me.
There are also immortal coins from Tongtianfang, which are considered the specialties of your Kumu Realm. Naturally, I have to take some, so that I can brag to my fellow countrymen when I return to my hometown."
"Okay, I'll start preparing when I get back."
Jiang Xia wrote:
"Now tell me how."
This time, Mr. Crow did not answer immediately. Jiang Xia waited for about five or six seconds before he saw writing on the parchment again, but this time, it was blood red.
It was like blood flowing on parchment, full of ominousness.
Just one sentence.
"This is the first transaction between you and me as Star Wanderers. You won't default on your debt, will you?"
This sounds like a question.
It's like a warning.
Jiang Xia was not afraid. He curled his lips and, as a prank, drew a big smiley face on the parchment as an answer.
"No more joking, remember what I'm going to say next."
Mr. Crow's handwriting reappeared.
The number of words that appeared this time was not many, only less than a hundred words.
But the format was very formal and contained many unfamiliar characters. Fortunately, Jiang Xia had Jiang Shusheng's memory in his mind, otherwise he would not be able to understand some of the characters.
This passage is very similar to the parallel prose used for offering sacrifices to heaven. Just reading it out gives you a sense of ancient ritual.
"Read it first, and then ask Pomegranate to repeat it."
Mr. Crow warned:
"Not a single word can be wrong."
"That's it?"
Jiang Xia felt it was very funny, so he picked up his pen and wrote:
"Just reading it twice will make it keep a secret for me willingly? No way? Why do I feel like you're lying to me?"
"You know nothing."
This questioning made Mr. Crow very dissatisfied, and he replied:
"This is similar to canonization... Never mind, you don't understand this, and I'm too lazy to explain it. Just think of it as a 'vow'.
All monks know that they can talk nonsense at ordinary times, but once it involves things like oaths, they must be extremely careful. You, a mortal, don't understand the meaning of these words at all.
Pomegranate is a silly monster who just came out of the mountains and probably doesn't understand.
It is said that the ignorant are fearless.
That's the situation between you two.
What I give you is the best solution to your current problem.
Don't say anything more, just release your spiritual energy to save it.
With the strength of the pomegranate, if you don't take action now, it will really turn into a stone statue and there will be no chance of survival."
After saying this, a period appeared on the parchment.
It meant that Mr. Crow no longer intended to say too much. Except for the hundred-word sentence, all the writing on the surface disappeared in an instant, making the parchment darker.
There are even some cracks and wrinkles on it.
represents.
If you use it again, it may lose its effect.
Jiang Xia stroked his chin, thinking that Mr. Crow was so powerful and they had made a deal, so he probably wouldn't take this opportunity to play a trick on him.
Even if you don't believe it.
But at this time, apart from Mr. Crow, whose identity was unknown, there was no one else around him who was proficient in cultivation and could discuss with him.
After hesitating for a few moments, Jiang Xia picked up the fairy coins and placed them around the stone statue of the pomegranate, close to the statue. The moment he let go, the pomegranate trapped in the statue seemed to feel the last chance of survival.
With a few crisp sounds, the spiritual energy in the fairy coin was drawn out bit by bit.
Like smoke, most of it dissipated into this spiritualless world as soon as it appeared, and the remaining small part was swallowed into the stone statue.
"Click"
There was a muffled sound, and stones on the statue's head broke. Pomegranate blinked, and a sly light reappeared in his red eyes.
His face regained its expression.
But only the head was restored, the body was still a stone statue.
It is obviously due to lack of spiritual energy.
"You...what on earth did you do!?"
It can be seen that Pomegranate was also very scared at this moment. It widened its little red eyes and stared at Jiang Xia. There was unspeakable anger and a hint of fear in its eyes.
In the blink of an eye, the world was changed and the two realms were shifted. This could only be achieved by someone with true power.
Jiang Xia was just a mortal, but he could actually do it. He replaced the world in just a moment, which really scared Shi Liu.
What's more, it is still in the state of a stone statue.
This is the state that old mountain monsters will be in when their lifespan is almost over.
For the mountain monsters, turning into a stone statue means death.
Pomegranate is a young mountain monster. His long life has just begun and he has not yet seen the colorful world.
How could it not be afraid?
Facing Shi Liu's fear, Jiang Xia smiled and slowly picked up a large-caliber pistol from his side and waved it in front of Shi Liu's eyes.
He deliberately stretched out his voice, like a villain, and said to Pomegranate:
"Pomegranate, you're making it very difficult for me.
You see, we got along well before, but now you know my biggest secret, and you are from Taofuyuan, which really makes me feel entangled. "
As he spoke, he pulled the hammer of his revolver back, glanced at Shi Liu maliciously, and said:
"I'm sorry, my friend. I can't let you go back. I can't let you tell anyone else about this."
"do not!"
Pomegranate screamed and instinctively wanted to run away.
But now it could only move its head. Seeing Jiang Xia turning the gun barrel towards it, it could only shout with a sound like stones rubbing against each other:
"I won't say anything nonsense. You have to believe me. I am an honest and good spirit. The spirits in Yandang Pond all call me 'Honest and Reliable Pomegranate'.
I will never go back on my promise.
Jiangxia!
You also gave me something, and I helped you.
We are friends.”
It was yelling and Jiang Xia seemed to be a little hesitant. The muzzle of the gun that was originally aimed at Shi Liu's eyes moved away a little. Jiang Xia stared at it and said:
"Are you really willing to keep this a secret for me?"
"Yes, yes, I am willing!"
Pomegranate nodded vigorously, trying to look reliable, but that ugly face showed an awkward smile.
It looks bad no matter how you look at it.
"But I don't believe you."
Jiang Xia shook his head, pointed the gun at Shi Liu again, and said:
"You are the supervisor of Taofuyuan, and you keep saying that you are loyal to the Immortal Alliance. I know you are serious about your work, but I dare not bet my life on your words.
Forget it, Pomegranate, I’m sorry.”
After saying that, he pretended to pull the trigger. Shi Liu let out a scream, closed her eyes, and her cheeks were shaking. Seeing this, Jiang Xia knew that the time was almost right.
Pomegranate closed his eyes and waited for the bullet to hit.
But there was no movement for a long time, so it quietly opened its eyes, only to see Jiang Xia holding a gun with a very conflicted look on his face, his fingers rubbing on the trigger.
The little mountain monster was suddenly blessed at this moment and immediately guessed that Jiang Xia couldn't make up his mind.
Although it should have felt disgusted with Jiang Xia, at this moment it actually felt that Jiang Xia still had some affection for it.
I actually felt a little touched.
If the two sides switch positions.
If Shi Liu did something serious that might endanger her life and was discovered by Jiang Xia, Shi Liu would definitely find a deserted corner and bury Jiang Xia.
"Forget it, I can't do it. You're right, we are friends, and friends shouldn't be so cold-blooded.
You swear an oath."
Jiang Xia finally sighed, put down his gun, and said to Shi Liu:
"I heard that monks have a great oath of the devil in their hearts. You monsters should also have it. You swear to treat me as a friend and never betray me in this life.
I will take you back."
"OK."
Shi Liu was delighted and smiled happily. She was just about to say something to fool Jiang Xia, a mortal who didn't know how to practice cultivation, but she saw Jiang Xia pick up a piece of parchment and put it in front of him.
"I've found a friend who knows about cultivation and has drafted it for you."
Jiang Xia stared at the pomegranate, then looked at the words on the parchment, and said:
"I'll read it first, and you repeat it after me, is that ok?"
Pomegranate's heart tightened.
When it saw Jiang Xia's expression, it knew that it had been tricked by this guy, but it couldn't deny it now. If it didn't swear, it would prove that it had something to hide.
Jiang Xia still held the pistol in his hand.
In the past, this bullet posed no threat to it, as the mountain monster's natural stone skin was still very powerful, but now, most of its body has turned into a stone statue.
Even if the bullets are useless.
Jiangxia also has plenty of ways to discipline itself.
The firearms he used could injure a demon general. In this remote place where the emperor is far away, it should not be difficult to murder an unlucky innocent mountain monster.
Under Jiang Xia's gaze, Shi Liu had a bitter face and could only reveal an ugly, dry smile.
"Okay, put the gun down first, and let's talk it over. That's all I have to say."
