Return home.

Cheng Han looked around for a few times but found no trace of the black cat. He muttered in a low voice: "It's almost dark, where did the Sheriff go?"

He thought for a while, and made a deduction based on the correlation between the remaining seals of the Soul Controller:

The illusion slowly emerged:

"Squeak~"

A white-bellied squirrel was standing on a pine branch, squawking and jumping happily.

Among the large pine needles, there are a few dark fruits hanging.

This is a rock pine cone.

Peel off the shell, which is comparable to a rock, and inside is the oil-rich pulp. It only needs to be roasted over a low fire to become a quite delicious food.

Although rock pine cones are good food, they usually grow high in the tree canopy and are very difficult to pick, so they can only wait for them to fall off naturally.

"Meow~"

A black shadow ran along the pine branches, swung its claws several times at extremely fast speeds, accurately cutting off the roots of the rock pine cones, and they quickly fell downwards.

It's the black cat.

This set of movements is extremely smooth, fully demonstrating his skills far beyond those of cats.

It is worth mentioning that the root of the rock pine cone is quite hard and would normally have to be chopped with a knife, but the black cat could easily cut it off with just a wave of its claws.

This is obviously very unusual.

Cheng Han was not surprised.

In recent times, due to the residual seal of the spirit master, the extraordinary characteristics displayed by the black cat have become more and more obvious. Not only has the spirit undergone a magical transformation, but the body has also gradually begun to strengthen.

"Meow~"

The black cat stepped on the swaying pine branches, its body was extremely stable, and issued an order.

Snow below.

The two cats ran quickly through the snow, collected the rock pine cones one by one, and thoughtfully put them into a small net bag.

instantly.

The illusion disappears.

Cheng Han couldn't help but sigh: "I shouldn't have said that rock pine cones taste good yesterday."

Little did he know that the black cat must have heard these words, so he found the newly recovered mouse brother, and then called a few cat brothers to start collecting rock pine cones all over the city.

It is completely foreseeable that, given the black cat’s tendency to hoard food, there will definitely be a few more buckets of rock pine cones at home in the next few days.

Even if I eat this thing three times a day, I'm afraid it will last for five or six days.

*

Put some firewood in the fireplace.

Then activate the true flame residual seal and pop up a few sparks.

Clusters of blazing red flames instantly filled the fireplace.

The cold room quickly became warm.

Cheng Han leisurely sat on the rocking chair, slowly flipping through the old borrowed manuscripts, and carefully reading the archaeological insights left by Mr. Lin's old friend.

"...the last divine dynasty in the Middle Ages, the so-called 'Angroot' divine dynasty, the popular decorative style at that time, whether it was architectural style or funeral style, all had a sense of returning to nature.

"In contrast, the major dynasties, descendants of gods, and nobles before Angrut preferred exquisite and complicated decorations. Numerous excavated antiquities can confirm this."

Cheng Han chuckled lightly.

Where is the return to nature?

It is certain that there is a high probability that the threat from Shenrong is imminent, and the three powers and the Satyrs have to mobilize all resources to try to resist the invasion of foreigners.

When we first analyzed the secret of the Ruins Key, we saw a large number of traces of war on the ancient continent. This is proof.

In the face of unprecedented pressure to survive, a sharp decline in living standards is almost inevitable.

Cheng Han's thoughts spread.

"The official's large-scale tampering with history will definitely leave a lot of flaws. There must be many experts and smart people engaged in historical research, and it is impossible not to notice it.

"Therefore, it can be concluded that there is a high probability that there is a group of people in the officialdom who are closely following the news in the field of history and are committed to covering up various loopholes, and may even suppress scholars who speak and act inappropriately."

After reading the manuscript records related to the sarcophagus, I didn't gain much.

After all, how valuable can the results based on historical research on fallacies be?

Cheng Han only remembered one word - Angrut Dynasty.

He closed the manuscript and muttered: "This is the last divine dynasty in the Middle Ages. From the bottom of society to the three great gods, everything has undergone drastic changes. There is definitely a lot of valuable information. We will focus on studying this in the future.

Period."

Cheng Han thought for a while and planned to conduct a deduction.

"This old friend of Mr. Lin saw the sarcophagus with his own eyes, and the sarcophagus came from a broken continent left over from ancient times. This is undoubtedly a connection.

"This person has been dead for several years, but this research manuscript is his lifelong effort. This is definitely a good correlation.

"Although there is a big detour between these two correlations, which greatly weakens the effectiveness, we can still try to deduce it..."

Cheng Han entered the bedroom, took out the stone box, and stared at the Soul Stone.

The original owner of this divine object most likely ruled the ancient continent in the ancient times. Since we want to deduce relevant information, this thing is indispensable.

He held the manuscript, imagining the pattern of flowers, nuts, seeds, and the sarcophagus, and silently said: "Deduction!"

The mental value is reduced by 1 point.

But no feedback.

Failed!

This is normal.

The correlation is too weak and there are not enough keywords. It is naturally difficult for the Omniscient Eye brand "search engine" to "search" for the correct answer from the ocean of information.

Cheng Han was not discouraged, took another deep breath, and said silently: "Deduction!"

The coolness surges like a tide.

The mental value plummeted significantly.

Success!

Cheng Han felt happy.

A series of broken shots appeared in a flash.

The first paragraph is exactly the funeral described in the manuscript:

In a large sarcophagus carved with horrifying patterns, there lay a corpse with a pale golden skin, and its body was significantly larger than that of an ordinary person.

An old priest in golden robes came over, raised a black sharp blade, easily cut open the corpse's chest, and placed a black fruit.

The old priest turned around, looked around at the hundreds of people, and spoke an unfamiliar language in an old voice, but Cheng Han understood it.

"Everyone, Duke 'McMalaman' is a descendant of God. His body is very important to..."

Speaking of which.

The sound suddenly disappeared.

Half a breath passed.

The voice continued: "...It is very important. After this funeral is over, we will send him to a safe place."

Cheng Han was startled for a moment, and a surprising guess came to his mind.

"The few words that were skipped are probably a name. Could it be the name of a supernatural god's priesthood? Perhaps it is the official name of the God of Life."

This is the greatest possibility.

He naturally derived a conclusion.

"From this point of view, the God of Life must still possess powerful power, and His existence itself has always had a profound impact on this world.

"That is why the all-knowing eye cannot trace back the name of His priesthood."

The screen suddenly flashed.

Here comes the second shot:

"boom!"

Shocking loud noise.

Another scene of the broken continent.

But the location of the illusion is different from last time.
To be continued...