A piece of Best metal floated into Fang Moqi's hands, and the others were all put away by Lan Mu.

Fang Moqi touched the dark iron, and asked, "How to use it?"

"Yes! Do you understand the idea?" Lan Mu said.

Fang Moqi stared at it, his face flushed.

He felt that his head was about to crack, and Best Metal didn't respond.

"This... doesn't seem to work."

Lan Mu smiled and said: "It's not that simple, most people have to train for at least three years, and they have to be talented."

Fang Moqi sighed, he didn't care, his mentality was very calm.

Seeing him handing the Best Metal back, Lan Mu thought for a while and said, "I think you should be a gifted person, so let this one go to you! If you have anything to do, you may learn it later. ."

Fang Moqi smiled, and he was not polite, and put it next to him.

"Where did you get these weird things?"

Seeing Fang Moqi finally asked the point, Lan Mu looked at him seriously and said, "This kind of thing is called a containment item."

"You can call it anomalous things, they are all existences with supernatural properties. There are more than a few of these things in the world, and there are about a thousand kinds. Some are metals, some are living things, and some may be one. The mobile phone may also be a USB flash drive, or even an area."

Fang Moqi was surprised: "That Shambhala..."

"Yes, Shambhala is a containment object. This special space independent of the earth is definitely an anomalous zone." Lan Mu said, "In addition, I found three containment objects for the entire Shambhala. "

After speaking, Lan Mu took out the magic pen and bronze mirror to Fang Moqi.

Fang Moqi looked at the two things in surprise, and asked, "What are they good for?"

"The bronze mirror can monitor all the humans in Shambhala, and the magic pen can make puppets. The stone monsters you encountered before were made by the King... In addition, the Shambhala people are also born in the magic pen."

Fang Moqi looked at the magic pen, and immediately thought of the dead Qianlong team becoming the guard of the King, but the entire Shambhala existed like this. He felt unbelievable.

"Remember. The existence of containment items is not all good. To be precise, most of them are harmful to humans."

Lan Mu told Fang Moqi all about the contents, including the responsibilities of Qianlong and CANC.

Fang Moqi was a temporary worker for Qianlong before. I don't know these secrets, I can imagine. The vast majority of humans have no knowledge of the existence of containment objects.

Since getting to know Lan Mu, Fang Moqi has experienced a lot of supernatural events, and now accepts the settings of the containment objects. It's easy to accept reality.

Lan Mu instilled in him the danger of the contents and the necessity of its containment. By the way, mention the existence of the Blue and White Society.

"Are you willing to join the Blue and White Club? Lao Fang."

Fang Moqi was so excited, he almost roared and replied: "Of course I do!"

He said with joy: "I thought I had almost challenged all the extreme environments in the world. There is no place on the earth that can make me feel excited and exciting. Unexpectedly, at this time, you actually told me that the whole world is still There is another side unknown! Still such an interesting side!"

Fang Moqi's receptive ability is extremely strong, and he has taken the perspective of the asylum almost instantly, and is completely willing to join the Blue and White Society.

Lan Mu smiled. He knew that Fang Moqi would be excited, he was equivalent to opening the door to another world for him, giving him a higher pursuit.

Of course, Lan Mu didn't tell Fang Moqi the fact that he was the containment object.

From a human point of view, he should be the most uncontrollable containment object in the world. He didn't want to hide his identity, and he didn't dare to tell Fang Moqi.

He was afraid that Fang Moqi's reaction would disappoint him, and he was afraid that he could not help but...kill him.

...

Through communication with the Shambhala, Raleigh and Charlie allowed them to restart production and lead a stable life.

But because of the death of the King His Holiness and the disappearance of the Living Buddha, they thought that God had abandoned Shambhala and that it was no longer a fairyland. No matter how it was built and developed, the cattle and sheep would one day be eaten, and the fish in the lake would always be there. It will be extinct in one day, and the fruit that will never be harvested will definitely disappear.

"Xiete! You also know that it's boring to live? Then go to die! If you don't die, tell us how to leave Shambhala!"

The Indian man finally couldn't stand it anymore. He thought these Shambhala people were simply idiots.

Raleigh said patiently: "How can cows and sheep finish eating? They will give birth to calves and lambs..."

Before he finished speaking, some Shambhala interrupted him.

"No! Shambhala's animals will not have a next generation, and we will not have a next generation... One day, this place will become a dead place! It will become a hell!"

Everyone was stunned, but they didn't expect that even animals, like humans, had lost their fertility.

If you think about it this way, it seems that Shambhala really has nothing but destruction.

"God has abandoned us, and even the rain from the sky will no longer give the earth riches. The grass that has been gnawed will no longer grow new grass, and the fruit that has been picked will no longer be supplemented."

Following the gaze of the Shambhala people, they saw that the grass has been blank. Many fruit trees have become bare these days after everyone has eaten up many fruit trees.

Mr. Charlie covered his head and shouted: "Oh my God, rain in the past will revive the vegetation of the earth, but now... Is it really because we killed the King?"

The Indian man said bluntly: "We didn't kill the King!"

Raleigh frowned and said, "What's the use of saying this now? Damn, doesn't anyone know how to leave Shambhala?"

Fang Moqi came to the neighborhood, and after learning about the current situation of Shambhala, he hurried to a snowy mountain to look for Lan Mu.

Lan Mu told him that he would look for an exit alone, alone in the mountains.

But when Fang Moqi searched the snow-capped mountains, he didn't find Lan Mu.

"Where did this guy go?"

Fang Moqi didn't know, Lan Mu was looking down at him from the sky.

He has transformed into a foggy, dreamlike body.

"Yellow... becomes such a thing? What does the color represent?"

Lan Mu's misty face was expressionless, he was able to fly freely, but the speed was not very fast.

"Curious and unique life form, semi-substantial and semi-virtual..."

"But...what am I capable of?"

Lan Mu sensed the energy in his body, and an excitation instantly made the sky and the earth dark.

In an instant. The bright Shambhala was plunged into darkness. Everyone can't see their fingers.

"Ah! I can't see it anymore!"

"Oh my God! God really abandoned Shambhala! Even the light is taken away!"

For a time, the earth disturbed, and the sudden darkness made everyone panicked.

There is no sun in the world of Shambhala, and there is no alternation between the sun and the moon and the cycle of the four seasons.

It is bright in itself. The clouds in the sky automatically emit light.

However, at this moment, Lan Mu banned all light. The energy in his body made people lose their perception of light.

"I can still see the light of the clouds... but other people can't see it. This is not the prohibition of light itself, but the prohibition of biological light."

Lan Mu was groping for his abilities. Suddenly, staring at the clouds in a daze. A thought flashed through his mind like lightning.

"Wait...isn't the automatically shining cloud layer an anomaly?"

He recalled that when he first came in, he was still a golden retriever. Its treasure hunting instinct senses three containment objects.

They are magic pen, bronze mirror and something in the sky.

At the time he thought that the alien energy was the one in the sky, but now he has absorbed the alien energy. However, it was discovered that the clouds still had anomalous properties, which showed that what he sensed at the time was actually the treasure of ‘clouds containment’.

"The clouds have the characteristics of automatic light emission, rain out of thin air..."

"Different energy usually fuse with something. It just fuse with cloud containment, allowing rain to have the ability to revive plants..."

"Because of the fusion of the two special substances, the treasure hunter only senses one... Actually, even counting the different kinds of energy, Shambhala actually has four containment objects!"

Lan Mu suddenly realized that Shambhala's exit was in the sky!

"its not right!"

He flew up and down in the sky, up and down the clouds.

He has searched here several times, and his mental power has searched inch by inch, except for the cloud, which is water vapor. If it allows people to leave Shambhala, then Lan Mu would have left long ago!

Lan Mu was disappointed, and then cheered up again.

"No! This clue is very important. The exit must be here, but there is still a mechanism missing..."

Lan Mu thought about it, he felt a little too close! Just a flash of inspiration.

"Eagle!"

Flew to the Snow Mountain Temple and looked at the golden eagle enshrined above.

"It is said that the Condor will bring people into Shambhala... No! This is actually a way to bring people out!"

"But Shambhala doesn't have a creature like an eagle! How can a statue..."

"Uh……"

Lan Mu suddenly reacted. Who said that the statue can't take people? Isn’t there a magic pen?

He hurriedly took out the magic pen and clicked each of the golden eagle's eyes.

A miraculous thing happened, and the eagle suddenly opened his eyes, looking forward majestic, holding his head high, spreading his wings and soaring.

"Take me out of Shambhala!" Lan Mu ordered the eagle.

I saw the eagle flying under Lan Mu, flying him towards the sky and clouds.

Lan Mu didn't need him to carry it at all, and he couldn't sit still because of his semi-virtuousness.

So one person and one eagle flew high into the sky, and then...there was no more.

"Where is the exit? Take me out!"

Lan Mu commanded with a magic pen in hand, but the eagle just hovered in the clouds.

It is just a puppet, not a real life. You can follow the author's order, but it doesn't matter whether it can be done or not.

Lan Mu meditated silently, feeling that the clue was broken when he reached this point.

"It's almost! The exit must be here, the eagle is going around here, but I just can't get out!"

"Resume..."

"The people who left Shambhala clearly used the magic pen to bring the golden eagle back to life and flew them to the clouds to leave. Because humans can't fly, they need to use the power of the golden eagle puppet to come here..."

Lan Mu nodded, it was almost certain.

"But I don't need this step. I can fly by myself now. What's next? What is the most important point?"

Scanning the clouds everywhere, Lan Mu's eyes finally stayed on the magic brush.

"Is it impossible..."

"The finishing touch..."

With the idea of ​​giving it a try, Lan Mu painted on the weird clouds, and drew two eyes casually.

A miraculous thing happened, his eyes were frozen on the cloud, and he saw the vast sea through his eye sockets.

"what!"

Lan Mu suddenly realized, secretly funny.

"It's so simple..."

He held the pen again, and this time, instead of drawing the eyes, he drew a big circle.

The side of the circle is high in the sky, and the sea with raging waves is overlooked.

"Magic pen, it turns out that you are the core of Shambhala's world! You exist in Shambhala, or who brought you in?"

Lan Mu murmured, he had no way of researching the history of the magic pen containing objects.

He shook his head and looked back at the dark earth, where it became more chaotic, and everyone could not see it, and could only rely on groping.

He didn't take back the darkness for the time being, and flew directly into the circle.

Then come out, it is the vast sky and ocean, endless.

There is the sun in the sky, ships in the distance, and islands.

"Is this the earth?"

A small island is not far away~lightnovelpub.net~ He flew straight over and found a small village with a group of black people living in it.

Over the village, he was like a dark shadow, but no one noticed him.

He saw a group of misty force fields floating in many houses, connected to the foreheads of sleeping people, like a mist that didn't disperse.

"What is this? Why is this thing floating on people's heads?"

Feeling the instinct of the body, in order to test his abilities, he rushed into the mist without hesitation.

The world changed drastically in an instant, and he came to a chaotic world, full of artillery fire and war.

Countless army rushed towards a black man, who stood on the ruined wall, holding a submachine gun and shooting the army like infinite bullets.

Behind the black man were beauties of various skin colors cheering for him, and he proudly shouted: "I am the king of the world!"

Lan Mu looked down at him from the top of the world, and said secretly: "Damn...mentally retarded?" (To be continued.)