"I heard gunshots, and it's too late to get here."
"It should be Paul's people who found Lan Mu, but there is no blood at the scene, if Lan Mu is not injured, it is impossible to be captured."
"Show us the way, we have to catch up" After Dungar arrived, he was pulled by Fang Moqi and hurriedly guided the correct fork in the road.
The three of them hurried into one path, but no one noticed a lich coming out of the other fork.
"I'll be in Lich Form for seven days, it's really troublesome."
Lan Mu's expression was indifferent, and his expression was stiff.
Silently following the three of them, using their perception to be silent more than twenty meters away.
His perception is a hundred meters, and unlike the stalker, he can clearly perceive everything within a hundred meters, and his spirit penetrates any covering, penetrates into the interior of the object, and points directly to the essence.
After following the three of them, they kept changing paths, and for about five minutes, a strange energy suddenly appeared in their perception.
Lan Mu stopped, feeling a longing from the depths of his soul, and he turned his head into the wrong fork in the road.
After walking more than 40 meters, the road suddenly opened up, which was a wide stone room.
The stone chamber is very empty, and there is a large pit in the middle that is two meters deep, twelve meters wide, and twenty meters long.
The pit was full of corpses, some of them still white skeletons, others of which had merged with the dust.
Skeletons, rags, stone locks, and wood are mixed together, and the pit is like a field of bones, and you can imagine how many corpses were once placed here.
"Sixty-four" Lan Mu quickly came up with the number of dead.
Because in his perception, there are still black souls in this stone room that are invisible to the naked eye, floating quietly in the deep pit, densely packed.
Standing on the edge of the pit, you can feel the strong breath of the dead in the air.
The weak souls rushed towards him as if they had encountered a magnet, and they all burrowed into his body.
There are three areas in his body, one is where the soul lives, one is where the frost energy lives, and one is where the dark immortal power lives.
And now, a large number of revenant souls have poured into the soul realm, and it only takes a thought for them to be stripped and decomposed into pure soul power.
In this process, Lan Mu can feel the painful and desperate lives of these dead souls, as well as the resentment and fear when they are dying.
As a lich, he can witness all kinds of death in the process of collecting the souls of the dead, and the huge negative emotions help him realize the power of death.
"It turned out that they were all slaves, and the so-called holy land of Aztlan was a place of sacrifice."
"It's a pity that these slaves only knew that they were to be sacrificed, but they didn't know why they were sacrificed and ended up in captivity for a long time, until they died of thirst and starvation."
Lan Mu struggled to sort out the souls of the slaves, and the messy information contained only very few useful memories, and the information in the souls was mixed with a lot of negative emotions, making Lan Mu miserable.
He expelled all negative emotions and allowed them to dissipate in the material world, while the remaining pure soul remained and integrated into himself.
Lan Mu's soul was strengthened, and for a while, his brain was clear, and the feeling of comfort that burst out from the depths of his soul almost made Lan Mu groan.
"Absorbing the soul seems to be addictive."
The soul is more sensitive, and the enjoyment of the soul is more direct than the enjoyment of the flesh.
Not only was it refreshing, but Lan Mu found that his perception distance had become farther away.
The perception range has risen from 100 meters to a little more than 100 meters.
"That's an increase of six percent, so the strength of my soul after transforming into a lich is equivalent to the soul of at least a thousand people."
Lan Mu tried to lift a stone lock, but he failed.
The stone lock weighed about twenty pounds, and a normal person should be able to carry it, but his poor muscles were useless, and he couldn't even lift twenty kilograms of things.
"Sure enough, turning into a lich has caused my strength to be weaker than normal, but my soul has been strengthened a thousand times" Lan Mu thought back to what he had seen in the Super USB flash drive, and a certain novel seemed to say that the soul of a lich could be stored in a container to achieve immortality.
"Is it really possible?"
Lan Mu tried to withdraw his soul, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his soul.
He tried to peel off a tenth, only to see a strange mass of soul matter in his hands.
"Perception drops by a tenth, try more" There were more and more souls in Lan Mu's hands, and the range of perception kept decreasing, and he endured the pain and counted the proportions silently.
"Thirty out of forty out of fifty six" When there are only four-tenths of his soul left, something finally goes wrong.
It's not that there's something wrong with the soul, it's the frost energy in this body that is rioting.
The cold snap involuntarily leaked out and swept through the stone chamber, causing a thick layer of frost to freeze on everything.
Sensing that the frost energy was uncontrollable, Lan Mu hurriedly fused the withdrawn soul back, and the riot immediately stopped.
"It turns out that the power of frost is not possessed by my soul, but by this body."
Lan Mu originally thought that the body was not important, and it didn't matter if it was destroyed, the soul was re-lodged, and it would be good to replace it.
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But now that he thinks about it, this body is the best host given to him by his transformation ability, and it has the power of frost.
If this body is destroyed and forced to replace it with a new one, I am afraid that he will lose the power of frost.
"Let's say an adult's soul strength is 1, then my current soul strength is 1064."
"When the soul strength was below 400 just now, the power of frost was out of control, which means that even if I want to store my soul, I must keep at least 400 souls."
"But it doesn't matter, in the future, when the soul strength increases, 400 souls will not be so important to me."
"I can try to stay in a hidden place, and some souls to take someone's body."
"In this way, do I have two bodies, even if I am in the compulsory period, I can show my human face?"
Lan Mu couldn't sit still, and he suddenly strengthened himself urgently.
Not to mention the benefits of soul strengthening, just that moment of refreshment made him a little addicted.
According to fragmented memories provided by the souls of the dead here, there were many similar stone chambers in the corridors of Aztlán, which were dedicated to holding slaves.
These slaves were sent for sacrifice, and for unknown reasons, Aztlan was sealed, and when the sacrifice stopped, no food was brought again, so that the slaves of the stone chamber starved to death and died.
"In that case, I should now search the stone chambers where the slaves are held."
"After I strengthen it, I'll go find Fang Moqi" After deciding, Lan Mu drilled into a corridor.
With a perception range of 100 meters, he found a stone chamber in five minutes, but at the same time, he also felt the enormity of Aztlan.
The criss-crossing corridors, almost every time you walk to the end of a corridor, you will face three or four forks, and it is easy for ordinary people to get lost in it.
Walking into the stone room, he was greeted by a black press of dead souls, this time there were even more of them, there were eighty-six.
"It's a nostalgic feeling."
After Lan Mu absorbed a new batch of revenants, the perception distance reached one hundred and fifteen meters.
"It seems that there are no side effects to continue" Lan Mu walked into the corridor and looked for the next stone room
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