Be a psychic in a star card game

Chapter 113 11004

Who were the spirits in the cemetery before they were alive, and what powers did they have after death?

This is an unsolved mystery from start to finish.

When He Yan woke up from the hospital bed, the light shone on his face, taking his frozen thoughts away from the world full of destruction.

"Swallow," a big face approached, "you're finally awake!"

It's Chen Cici.

It's been a long time since I saw him, and the first time I saw him again, He Yan was a little dazed, as if he had returned to a time long ago.

It took a long time to realize that he just passed out from exhaustion, and now he is awake.

He Yan was still dizzy, stretched out his hand, but saw many small golden lines on his arm.

"Cool!" Chen Cici gave a thumbs up: "Swallow, you have this thing all over your body. No other tattoo artist dares to do it like this, and they say you have a talent for tattoo creation!"

"..." This is all about what.

He Yan pulled up his sleeves speechlessly, and it turned out that not only the back of his hands, but his arms and legs were covered with such golden lines, which looked like tattoos, and they were fluorescent tattoos. Fortunately, he was wearing a hospital gown. Without wearing it, it looks like a golden photoelectric mouse.

But this pattern, he guessed, probably has something to do with his pair of wings.

It was originally one wing, but it became two when it was in the pot. In other words, it is likely that he is not disabled suddenly.

One of his wings regenerated inexplicably!

As for the reason, I don't know, maybe it has something to do with the flames. After all, the first time wings appeared was also in Nezha's Sanweizhenhuo. This time... it's the second time.

"Is the matter over at the cemetery settled? Where is Jiang Wu, is he still alive?" He Yan touched his eyes, and the first thing he said was to ask about Jiang Wu's whereabouts.

He felt that Jiang Wu was rescued at that time, otherwise he should be in the pot now, not on the hospital bed.

But after all, Jiang Wu has lost consciousness for a long time, and whether he lives or dies depends entirely on him, and He Yan can't speculate on the other party's state at this moment.

"He? Woke up earlier than you." Chen Cici pursed her lips, her tone was a little dissatisfied, and added a bit of yin and yang.

But looking at the fat boy with fluorescent gold all over his body in front of him, he stopped talking for a long time, and finally said nothing.

Chen Cici patted the back of the head and sighed: "Forget it, you should rest well, these few days... don't go out."

He Yan looked at him with bright black eyes and nodded, with a pure expression like a child.

That's right...he's always been like this.

I don't care much about many things that are hypocritical but necessary to outsiders.

But he doesn't value it, but some people do.

It was clearly He Yan who rescued the person, and it was He Yan who took away the spirit from the cemetery, so why was it someone else who benefited?

Not only that, but... Chen Cici felt really aggrieved whenever he thought about it.

Although sometimes, he envies He Yan's talent, and also... envies He Yan's ability bestowed by God, but most of the time, he will treat He Yan as a family member and a friend, and he looks forward to He Yan's next step He grew up step by step and became a figure admired by thousands of people.

Unlike those people, Chen Cici concealed his expression. These days, he is no longer the nerd photographer he used to be. He has a bigger circle and contacts with more people. He also knows some words and things. It's best not to say it outright.

"I'm busy, I don't want to eat the food in the hospital later, so I can order takeaway." Chen Cici patted He Yan on the shoulder and walked out of the ward.

Opening the door, He Yan saw many nurses standing in the corridor. First, he looked at him in the ward in surprise, then flinched, and then whispered to the people around him.

——As if waking up from this awakening, something has changed.

He Yan thought for a few seconds and didn't care about others. He was the only one in the quiet intensive care unit at the moment, so he opened the game and entered the "Spirit Card".

In the familiar cabin, in the exhibition hall-like lounge, a card with the brightest gloss stood in the center of He Yan's line of sight.

At the bottom of this card, the word "Zhanzu" is written, and on the card page, it is not the old lady who was almost swallowed by He Yan, but a big black pot. The kind of big iron pot that puts firewood in the pit.

"?" This was the first time a card that didn't have a spirit appeared.

This "Shan Zu" should be the old lady's name or title, but after thinking about it, He Yan felt that it should be the name of her by later generations.

Shanzu, as the name suggests, is the ancestor of cooking, understand that it is roughly the same as the kitchen god in ancient times, after all, no one will name themselves the ancestor of rice, right?

But it doesn't matter, He Yan just doesn't understand, why is there a pot drawn on the page of this card?

It can form a card, indicating that there is still a part of the consciousness of the spirit, but the displayed state is a pot.

Could it be that the one who becomes a spirit is not the cook who calls out ingredients at every turn, but the other party's pot?

What kind of obsession can a pot have... He Yan couldn't understand it. In his previous life, he had never seen such a phenomenon.

Out of curiosity, He Yan entered the card space, and sure enough, in a small space, there was only a black pot standing on the scorched ground.

He reached out and touched the wall of the pot, and a familiar burning sensation came from his fingertips to his forehead——

At the same time, as if going back in time, a large group of people kneeling on the ground appeared in this space, there were men and women, and most of them were women at first:

"Master Zenzu, please bless Xinnv's family to be rich and have surplus food for a year, and my son grow up safely..." The commoner woman knelt down and prayed sincerely.

There are commoner women from peasant families, female cooks from aristocratic families, and even imperial cooks from the palace, but most of them pray for enough food to prevent people from starvation.

From time to time, there are wars and chaos in the picture, and from time to time, there are scenes of people dumping bags of grain into the pot for a good harvest.

At the same time, it was also mixed with scenes of starving and dying everywhere. In those days, it was really a grain of rice. Cannibalism became the norm. It was so hungry that it was difficult to survive, and there was no morality and order anymore.

He Yan watched this scene silently, and suddenly realized that this pot was not because of too deep obsession, but because there were too many obsessions attached to the pot. The power of countless people's thoughts made the pot of "Shan Zu" become a spirit .

Maybe the cook is Shanzu, but most people don't know her, or she is just the carrier of the scapegoat, not the real "Zhenzu".

The real "Sanzu" is exactly this pot!

And the reason why it became a spirit is because people's obsession with not having enough to eat is because he has the ability to refine.

It refines the mountain spirits it inhales, and injects the refined energy into the mountains and fields, so that the year's grain harvest will be more.

The more refined, the more food, and the more exhausted it was until one day, the grain yield per mu increased, and people no longer had to worry about survival, and fewer and fewer people prayed, and they began to indulge in a rich life, forgetting many things.

I don't know how long it has passed, when the last person also forgot the name of Zenzu, Heiguo fell into a deep sleep.

This is also the reason why the cook later manipulated the black pot to attract creatures, but what was refined was nothing but piles of ashes.

The pot no longer takes the initiative to absorb spirits and monsters to refine and feed back to the world. It has never woken up. He became a spirit because of humans, and fell asleep because of humans.

So at this moment, He Yan was shocked to find that the skill of the latest [Zenzu] card was actually: Inactive.

In other words, if this card cannot be awakened, it is a waste card with empty treasures.

[When no one thinks of me anymore, there is no difference to me whether I exist or disappear. 】