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"broken."

"Don't touch the snake ring!"

Fang Shu put his hand on the snake ring, and was about to forcefully pull it off when he heard Nalan Jin's scolding.

He looked up and saw Nalan Jin teleported in front of him, and the surrounding water formed a transparent oxygen mask.

Nalan Jin threw the Dragon Heart and Bones Fragrance to Feng Xuanming next to him, and Fang Shu spoke with a sullen face, speaking quickly:
"The black dragon was raised by our Nalan family to nourish the innate magic weapon 'Witch Mask'."

[Ding, congratulations on your exploration of the key truth, you will get a double countdown of 10 minutes! 】

[Background-related tasks: Explore the truth of the "Nine Dragon Festival" ghost story (100% completion rate)]

【Ding!Congratulations, you have obtained the items related to the "Dragon's Head" festival, and the reward has counted down to 20 minutes! 】

The mobile phone that the two put into the diving bag rang.

Feng Xuanming heaved a sigh of relief as he narrowly escaped death.

Fang Shu looked at Nalan Jin's aggrieved expression, and smiled clearly: "Sister Lan made a deal with you?"

"It's a hint of my sincerity in offering the deal."

Nalan Jin sneered: "She said that I owed her two lives. Obviously, your handwriting is also indispensable in this. You really know how to put high hats on your business."

"The price of a commodity is determined by market demand. If you need it urgently, it is precious."

Fang Shu took the dragon's heart and bones from Feng Xuanming's hand, and looked at the dragon girls who were blocked by Nalan Jin's illusion:

"Miss Nalan, these are all voluntary by you. Sister Lan has done nothing wrong."

"No wonder you got along so well when you first met," Nalan Jin sneered.

"Excessive reputation."

Fang Shu nodded with a smile, and looked behind Nalan Jin: "Remind, your opponent is coming."

Nalan Jin quickly withdrew the illusion, and saw the dragon girl rushing to attack again, with disdainful eyes:

"It's the same for you, it was miserable enough to be tricked by that Taoist priest.

"But the dragon's heart and bones are here, she can't finish the Nine Dragons Festival, and it's useless to go up, and you can't waste my time."

"Regardless of this dragon heart bone incense, it proves that she can't use it. There is another way."

Fang Shu looked at the turbulent water, his eyes darkened slightly: "The wind is coming."

……

In front of the Dragon Palace.

"Hahahahaha..."

Yan Lan was still laughing, but Zhang Wen was too shocked by the events in front of her to speak.

She only saw Yan Lan resting for a few seconds, and suddenly she was stunned and spoke to the air on the right, and suddenly pointed the hairpin at herself, and even pulled off the five emperors' money to let the pollution spread.

Zhang Wen was frightened and hurried forward to stop her, but Yan Lan waved her hand away as soon as she reached out.

The air is dead.

"What a broken way, it's no different from what I thought."

Yan Lan panted for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed at the void, the louder the laugh, the slightly trembling shoulders:
"No wonder you were slaughtered by me. It's because you are not only mentally handicapped, but also always feel that you are superior to others. If you have nothing to do, eat more fish to supplement your brain. However, fish scales are similar, and I can give you as a gift."

"Daoist Yan..."

Watching Yan Lan tear off the diving suit, Zhang Wen instinctively felt that something was wrong, but hesitated to take a step.

Yan Lan was obviously falling ill, and just opened her hand.

It is said that the world of mental patients will distort real objects, if Yanlan treats her as an enemy and kills her, it will be over!

"No." Zhang Wen gritted her teeth and made up her mind, but she saw Yan Lan standing up, the top half of her diving suit was torn off.

The white shirt was covered in blood, and there were wounds on the exposed waist, but this was not the scariest thing.

Zhang Wen suddenly covered her mouth in horror and backed away, her pupils shaking violently:
She saw that Yan Lan's bare arms, neck, and waist were covered with rotten fish scales.

Glowing in the darkness, like dense, malicious eyes.

In the next second, Yan Lan stretched out her hand and scraped off the fish scales on her arm in reverse with her nails. The roots of the scales were all in the flesh, and the scraping was full of blood.

"It hurts, it really hurts hahahaha..."

Yan Lan laughed wildly, raised her hand and threw away the bloody fish scale, the scraped fish scale quickly regenerated, and was pulled out again.

She was in pain sincerely, and the rain washed away bloodstains all over her body.

"Ouch—" Zhang Wen couldn't help feeling nauseated, and felt terrified.

So abnormal.

This man, this man who laughs and hurts himself, is horrible.

The lightning flickered, and the moment the light poured, Zhang Wen saw Yan Lan froze.

Several lightning bolts in succession, and the heavy rain fell on the corners of Yan Lan's eyes with the wind, washing away the blood stains.

Like tears, like blood, it hides a suffocating and majestic sadness like a flood.

"Daoist Yan...?"

Zhang Wen whispered, watching Yan Lan blink slowly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her compassionate eyes were soft and soft.

The wind was too strong, as if her thin body could be blown away in the blink of an eye, and the rain was too heavy, as if it would crush all her breath and pillars.

It seems that the next moment, this person shattered.

Broken blood dripping.

"……Feel sorry."

Yan Lan laughed, her fragility recovered in an instant, her tone was loose and gentle, with a bit of teasing self-mockery:

"I hope I didn't scare you. There is something wrong with this place, which makes my condition a little unstable, but don't worry, I set aside time for my illness."

As she spoke, she took off the diving bag at her waist and threw it to Zhang Wen, her tone returned to calm:

"Put things on.

"I did the math before: there is only one Guanyin Bodhisattva in the Dragon Palace, so there is no danger.

"This appearance is really disrespectful, so I won't enter. Remember to worship Bodhisattva for me."

"Okay." Zhang Wen nodded hurriedly, picked up the diving bag on the ground and walked into the Dragon Palace.

Seeing Zhang Wen leave, Yan Lan sighed, raised her hand and pressed her temples hard:
"I knew I was going to get sick. Fortunately, I didn't kill him because of the precautions in advance."

She thought for a while, then turned her back to Zhang Wen and unbuttoned her thin shirt, revealing her scaly body.

Only the heart and mouth are bound by the shackle of merit, and there is no foreign body.

It doesn't matter if one of the dragon's heart bone incense is missing, there is another way to get it besides the one in the nine-headed dragon.

That is to assimilate myself with the nine-headed dragon and use my own bones.

"It's better to take your own bones."

Yan Lan turned the wooden hairpin between her fingers, then pointed it at her heart, bent her lips and smiled:

"I don't know if I will cry in pain."

After she finished speaking, a hairpin pierced her chest and cut it open, exposing the bloody flesh and blood.

Nalan Jin Foreshadowing: Chapter 31