It is already full of thick strips of gray, like a computer case fan that has not been cleared for several years.

Zhu Tang pinched a trick and bulged a green breeze that could be seen in the naked eye to roll it up and blow it away.

As the wind blew in, the golden-red light gradually lit up in the tunnel.

It is not fire, but a kind of red, like burning charcoal with a circle of gray gems. In other words, it is a kind of extremely resistant to burning spontaneous combustion.

Old Ibn nodded slightly to Zhu Tang and walked in.

"What after that?"

But Haina was itchy - she was very curious about the story afterwards.

Become a ritualist or curse master...what after that? Has the murderer been found out? Has the revenge been completed?

"If you know the effect of the Heartbreak Curse, you can easily guess...whose curse is what makes Ibn's father dare not seek to solve the curse."

Aivas patted Haina on the shoulder and whispered: “That’s the good Lord himself.

"It is obvious that the good Lord did not execute him directly, which means there is no evidence in the hands of the good Lord - this is mostly anonymously reported. The good Lord doubted him, but did not want to kill him directly, so he tortured him with a curse and planned to observe his reaction.

"If Ibn's father really had a clear conscience, then his reaction would definitely be the same as Ibn when he was a child. He would think that the person who assassinated him was from the assassins of the rebels. Then you can see how many rebels he killed and know how he actually viewed this matter."

"…and if you are cursed and still be ruthless, it means there is probably a problem, right?"

After all, it was an Avalonian, and Haina immediately guessed the good Lord's method.

But she also instantly realized the problem: "But, he endured the curse and died, that wouldn't it be—"

This is undoubtedly equivalent to acknowledging the good Lord's questioning and attempting to transform this temptation into "punishment".

——I am all dead, so that’s the end of this matter.

"Yes……"

Old Ibn said slowly: "My father is indeed a heroic warrior, but he really doesn't understand politics. Or he values ​​his life too seriously."

"This is just not asking for advice. How could the emperor not investigate the rebels' intelligence just because you chose to commit suicide?"

Zhu Tang sighed: "This is how the warriors are... I think too simple. Those slaves... those well-trained slaves should be spies."

"That's right."

Ibn nodded: "When I knew the effect of the Heartbreak Curse, I immediately guessed the truth."

He was only a teenager at the time and understood this truth, but his father had reached the position of guarding the leader all the way... This shows that reading is indeed useful.

"Mother should have guessed the truth. So one day, her mother didn't even leave her suicide note and ran away secretly with something. Since then, she has never come back.

"Maybe it was because my mother left us, and the Good Lord thought that our siblings had nothing to do with this matter. So he recalled the slaves. I had already lived in the society and rarely went home... Maybe it was because I showed outstanding ritual talent, so the Good Lord treated me very well. He often sent people to commend me in public and gave me some expensive ritual materials..."

Old Ibn smiled self-deprecatingly: "This is obviously a means to separate me from my friends. But I have to say that this method is really effective.

"I couldn't tell at that time whether there were spies from the good Lord among my friends who came to join me, or whether they had come to approach me with the praise of the good Lord. Those classmates who had sympathy for the slaves were almost separated from me... At that time, all the ritual groups respected me, feared me... and stayed away from me, and hated me.

"later……"

Old Ibn was in a daze: "I also joined the Shazou Sect. That's really not easy."

"Sand throat..."

Zhu Tang murmured: "I have heard this name before...from the mouth of my resting friend."

"After all, Sandthroat has a much better reputation than the Red Hands."

Old Ibn nodded: "The Shazow Sect believes that if we want to overthrow the rule of the good Lord, we must exercise our ability to not need water. The Sect will mix the finely ground cactus thorns into honey to make a special drink. If you take this drink, scales like snake people will grow inside your throat, which can effectively resist thirst. The price is that your voice will become hoarse...

"They would distribute this drink to the slaves to reduce their desire for water. The sect believes that only those who do not really desire water can have the determination to assassinate the good Lord."

“…Is it just not thirsty?”

The knowledgeable Protino felt something was wrong: "But this sounds...it doesn't seem to alleviate the problem of water deficiency in people. If a person lacks water, he will die, but all it can solve is that it does not make people thirst."

"That's right."

Old Ibn nodded and admitted: "The sect can't make people not need water, nor can they give people water. They can only give people a way to avoid thirst... Once they receive the Sand Throat Drink, they will not feel thirsty because of lack of water. They may even die of thirst, and they will not realize that they are already dehydrated.

"These rebels who rest in peace have more or less problems... and this is the limit they can do."

"I think, this drink..."

Aivas whispered: "It's probably irreversible."

"……right."

Old Ibn was silent for a while and nodded: "If you take the sand throat drink, you will not be able to judge the degree of water deficiency from now on. Therefore, it is easy to die. There are also scorpion poisons and other components that make people excited and block pain. And its meaning is that people can endure pain in a short period of time... and thus have the will to assassinate others.

"The Shachou Sect is actually a sect that encourages slaves to assassinate free people and even good masters. They also study other things, roughly what enhances slave combat power or improves their life experience. And without exception... they are actually poisons that overdraw human bodies.

"For example, it can transform a human lung lobe into a spell similar to a sponge-like organ - so that it can extract water vapor from the air and prevent water from being lost with breathing. This is the most proud technology of the Sand Throat Sect, and it is also the reason why the good Lord wants to wipe it out..."

As he said that, Old Ibn walked to the end of the secret passage.

Unexpectedly, there is no treasure room here.

There was only one table, two chairs, a clothes rack, and a wooden box. The gaps in the wooden boards above the head were faintly oozing, and it was obvious that this place was not far from the surface.

Compared to hidden objects, the main function here is to escape.

Old Ibn picked up a notebook from the table and flipped it out.

"This is not my family treasure, because my ancestors were not ritualists. My family has been hunters for generations, and it was only from my generation that I started to read."

Old Ibn said slowly: "This is the last legacy of the Sharo Sect. Fortunately... Although we were reported, my friends are still willing to believe me. They saved this treasure in me."

"What's this?"

Avas asked.

And the old Ibn drew a card from it.

Seeing this, Aivas was stunned for a moment.

Because it was an old hand-painted card, it looked like a tarot card.

Aivas was very familiar with the picture of the card - it was the [Sun] of the Tarot card.

But the face part on the card was blank. The sun, the faces of children and white horses seemed to have been scraped off with a knife.

"This is a relic left by someone who was sentenced to white punishment in history."
Chapter completed!