Among the endless relics, Tang San sat upright in the void, carefully flipping through the "True Dragon Washing Marrow Sutra", he flipped page by page, stroking repeatedly, checking to see if there were any interlayers, from the various books he had read, novels, TV shows , which is the most popular way to hide treasure maps, or other means of information.

Ten minutes later, Tang San looked at the last page of the Sutra for Washing the Marrow. This page was obviously a little thicker than the other parts. If he wasn't interested, he might have ignored it and thought it was a specially made cover to prevent the book from being damaged.

But Tang San doesn't think so. The material of this scripture is very special, it won't rot for hundreds of years, it is absolutely necessary to make a thick cover, there must be something wrong.

A glimmer of anticipation flashed on Tang San's face, and he quickly opened the page, revealing a very thin page of paper embedded in it. It was the same color as the Sutra for Washing the Marrow, so it couldn't be seen with the eyes alone.

Taking this page out, Tang San was slightly stunned, because it was blank and there was nothing.

"It seems that the secret on this tissue paper is not small, and there is still a secret, and we need to find a way to get this secret out.

In the Incessant Relic, Tang San copied a lot of things, desks, beds, pots and pans, even a candle that will never go out, a vat of water, and various daily necessities.

Tang San once thought that if he couldn't find the way to longevity before he died, he would probably bury himself under the earth again, and then his consciousness would once again enter the uninterrupted relic to survive, maybe waiting His is a thousand years of loneliness, so he has made all preparations in advance, and in the future, even within the emptiness of the endless relics, he can live comfortably.

At this moment, these things came in handy. The first thing that came into play was the rice soup. The liquid full of starch flowed over the thin paper. There was no movement for a while, Tang San secretly said: "It seems useless, isn't it writing with iodine liquid? , maybe I should try it with iodine."

Starting all over again, Tang San re-projected the "True Dragon Washing Marrow Sutra", tore the tissue paper again, then took out some iodine solution he had collected and smeared it on it. After a while, his expression showed a hint of disappointment.

"Looks like we have to find another way," Tang San frowned.

Next, he spent three days in the Uninterrupted Relic. After countless attempts and all kinds of stimulation, he finally found a way to make the thin paper show the text.

It turned out that this thin piece of paper needed the breath of a human being, the hot breath from his mouth, to make it temporarily surface the words on it. If it wasn't for countless attempts, Tang San really couldn't think of such a method.

"Although the method is simple, I really don't understand the design principle."

On the thin paper, a patch of crimson fonts appeared, the size of each one's little fingertips, and a strange aura rushed towards his face, but seeing these fonts, Tang San's mouth twitched, they knew Tang San, but Tang San didn't know them .

"Sure enough, these things buried deep in the ground are not pedantic. I'm afraid no one can understand them."

A cold light flashed in his eyes, he quickly memorized these words in his mind, then he returned to the real world, and wrote all the contents on the thin paper in "True Dragon Washing Sutra" by dictation.

"Looks like I'm going to go out."

Tang San was about to leave the ghost hunter base, came to Tie Hengkong's room, and found him.

"Senior Tie, I have something to do. I want to go out. I don't know if I can."

Tie Hengkong frowned slightly: "If you want to go out, it's not impossible. I can give you three days. You must come back within three days. Be careful when you go out."

"Okay, thank you Senior Tie, I will be back within three days, I will be very careful."

With Tie Hengkong's permission, under the arrangement of the members of the Ghost Hunter Guild, Tang San quickly left the base and headed for the nearest big city.

A day later, Tang San came to the city closest to the Ghost Hunter Base - North Wind City. This is a small town with about 100,000 people. Tang San's arrival didn't disturb anyone, and he walked into the city quietly.

But unfortunately, it was already night when he arrived in North Wind City. Walking alone on the street was very conspicuous, and he was soon stared by a few rascals.

The restrained murderous Tang San looked like an ordinary person, and with a dusty face, he looked like an outsider, and the label of a fat sheep was hanging on his head.

Seeing a few rascals walking towards him with a grin, a flash of understanding flashed in Tang San's eyes.

I just listened to the ruffian boss saying to Tang San: "Boy, from outside, my brothers are a little tight recently, so I asked you to borrow two money Huahua."

Tang San looked at the four ruffians without raising his eyes: "It's not impossible to borrow two money to spend, but I need you to tell me some news."

The boss of the local ruffian laughed: "Yo ho, there are still conditions, let's hear it, sir, I'm in a good mood today, maybe I can tell you something."

Tang San said indifferently: "In this North Wind City, those people are the most knowledgeable, especially those who study calligraphy and painting."

Hearing the words, the local ruffian looked at Tang San strangely and said: "Why are you asking these~lightnovelpub.net~ I am asking you, not you asking me, whatever I ask you, you answer whatever, understand, otherwise You'll know what it means to want to die." Following the light words, a terrifying murderous intent rushed out of Tang San, heading towards the four ruffians in front of him.

Tang San's murderous intention was the accumulation of countless killings, how terrifying, the four rogues who had never killed anyone could not resist, they only felt as if they were being targeted by monsters, chilling all over, staring in terror. Tang San.

The gangster boss had seen some worldly affairs, and his heart was trembling: "Grandma is a bear, kicked the iron plate, even those gang bosses are not so murderous, so I'd better be honest."

The boss of the local ruffian immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "The uncle is merciful. The villain has eyes and does not know the noble. If the adult wants to know, there is no end to what he knows."

The three men behind him, seeing the boss kneeling down directly, kicked the iron plate, like a dumpling, knelt down and looked at Tang San with horror.

This is the most glorious era of martial arts, even if these local ruffians know a thing or two of kung fu, they know how terrifying the real martial arts masters are, and they also understand that they have encountered a legendary master, and they immediately bow their heads and admit their counsel, which is also considered a sense of current affairs.

Tang San said lightly: "Okay, don't pretend to be pitiful there, answer my question just now."

Hearing Tang San's question, the ruffian boss immediately told Tang San all the information he knew of some old schoolboys in North Wind City.

Having obtained the information he wanted, Tang San chose a few targets, and then turned to the old ruffian, "What's your name?"