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"I understand, you don't need to ask anymore!"

"it is good!"

Ah Hu also took back the document and turned to walk outside.

As for Zhang Tianhao, he stood there, pondering some important documents, and at the same time, walked towards home.

Before he knew it, he was back home again, and there he saw Xiaoju, a female student teaching him to read and write.

Although the two were sitting in the main room, they still looked quite harmonious.

He didn't disturb them, but instead sat down to the side and began to communicate with the consciousness that wouldn't let him leave.

Before long, he was ready to immerse himself in it.

However, he suddenly realized that he still couldn't communicate with that mysterious being.

"Huh, there's still a trace of blood clot that hasn't been completely cleared. It seems I still need to properly circulate my cultivation technique."

He thought for a moment, then lay down there again, slowly began to circulate his cultivation technique, and then became completely immersed in cultivation.

As evening approached, the teacher was seen leaving home amidst the farewells of Buju, and Zhang Tianhao was seen sleeping alone in the yard.

The teacher was also taken aback, but in the end, he didn't say anything and left his house.

Xiaoju knew that Zhang Tianhao didn't like being disturbed when he was sleeping outside, so she took a blanket and covered him with it again.

……

In the middle of the night, a powerful spiritual force erupted from Zhang Tianhao's body, and countless points of light slowly entered his body.

It was as if his body was a bottomless pit, directly absorbing all these points of light.

Zhang Tianhao, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, and an invisible light flashed by.

"Finally recovered!"

The blood clot he had sensed had completely dissolved, and at the same time, a large amount of spiritual energy was circulating in his brain, under his control.

At this moment, a strange connection formed in his mind, and what shocked him even more was that the cauldron that had long since disappeared actually appeared in his mental sea.

"Lock the well, seize the fortune!"

Lock the well, seize the opportunity.

Although it was only four words, he was stunned. He never expected that the Locking Well would have such a function, which made him take it seriously. He had already learned what the Locking Well was from the information Ah Hu gave him today.

Looking at the sky, I realized it had darkened without me noticing, and a sense of loneliness crept in.

"It's already 8:30 pm. No wonder it's so dark."

He recited a sentence, then used his spiritual sense to sense Xiao Ju, who was learning to write in the room, and couldn't help but smile.

"Xiaoju, I'm going out for a bit. Stay home and don't wander off!"

"Brother Shan, are you still eating? The food is still in the pot."

"No need. I'll come back for dinner once I've finished my work, if possible. If I don't, you should go to sleep first!"

"Ok."

As she responded, he flew directly into the air, and then, out of sight of everyone, flew directly over Han Street.

As he arrived in this space, he felt an overwhelming aura of resentment, and the sounds of countless battles seemed to still echo in his ears.

Blood Fiend Fortune-Stealing Array! Suddenly, such a thought appeared in his mind.

So this is where it is!

He looked at the very center of the street and saw that the most grievances were concentrated there, and he could faintly hear the sounds of killing coming from within.

Although it was just a mental thought, he could still feel the intense resentment within it.

He gently landed above the well and sensed it with his mental power.

Then you can see that there are four iron chains around the well, extending directly into the well. It also seems that the Japanese used a special method to pour cement around the well, almost fixing it completely, or rather, directly covering something.

Even wells might be covered up if not needed.

His spiritual energy swept outwards, and he saw that there were some people surrounding the well, watching it, or rather, monitoring it.

Anyone who is still monitoring this place at this time is definitely not an ordinary person.

"One in the south and one in the north, they have a complete surveillance network with no blind spots."

"They're monitoring this well. It seems I was right. This well is very likely the Dragon-Locking Well."

However, with his arrival, the people monitoring both sides were hypnotized and fell asleep almost instantly under his mental hypnosis.

He also landed on the well's edge, his mind still somewhat shocked by the impact of the waves of killing intent.

But he was only slightly shocked; a small weapon suddenly appeared in his hand.

It was a longsword made of tungsten steel, measuring 7.3 feet and 2 inches.

As he focused his spiritual energy on the sword, he sliced ​​off a large chunk of the surrounding cement as easily as cutting tofu, and then set it aside.

Even when he was digging a basement at home, he put the soil on an empty space to the side.

As he dug out the soil, he saw a huge, deep pit next to the well.

The more he dug, the larger the underground space became, and the murderous aura soared into the sky, growing stronger and stronger.

However, under his spiritual influence, this murderous aura did not dissipate; instead, it slowly melted away, like ice and snow.

The tiny points of light within his body were also slowly being consumed, and the consumption was quite significant.

"when!"

As his shovel struck something, a look of shock crossed his face.

With a casual press, a large amount of soil on the ground disappeared, and countless white bones appeared before his eyes, emanating an aura of killing intent.

It's as if countless wills are shouting here.

Ordinary people might not be able to feel it, but who is Zhang Tianhao? Even if he were standing here, he would be so overwhelmed by this murderous aura that he could hardly suppress it.

Sensing the murderous aura below, he knew whose bones these were. Even he couldn't help but respectfully bow to these people.

“A vicious method to seize fate.”

He took a deep breath, then took out an incense burner, took out three sticks of incense, and lit them.

As the three incense sticks were lit, they slowly drifted through the small space, and the murderous intent within gradually faded away.

The malevolent energy gradually subsided, and even so, an ordinary person standing to the side would probably fall ill for several days.

Zhang Tianhao didn't say much, but stood there quietly, his eyes bloodshot. (End of Chapter)