Atlas of Heaven and Man

Barely half a day had passed, and the shantytown remained the same as before. Due to the previous incident, no one dared to approach the affected area, leaving a large space vacant.

Chen Chuan told Lao Qi to wait outside while he went in alone. He arrived at the backyard of the 'Restrained' haunted tale, where the mannequin was still quietly holding Xiaoman.

The ritual pattern drawn on the wall had already faded slightly. Fortunately, the ritual materials Lao Qi had retrieved were in good condition; he hadn't been cheated. Judging by the looks of it, even if left unattended, it could last for a few more days.

He returned to the house in front, found a can, and scraped Lang Teng's and Bo Chen's hair and blood into it. After burning it, he mixed it with the remaining materials and extended the ritual pattern.

Ritual patterns cannot be redrawn, but they can be extended around the edges. It was like setting up a new circle on the periphery. Of course, since there was already a foundation, not much was added.

After he finished the last stroke, he threw away the ritual pen and looked back at the mannequin. If everything went smoothly, he should be able to weaken this haunted tale to the lowest level.

After waiting for a moment, the virtualization reaction on his body indeed began to weaken.

With a crack, the mannequin went from a half-seated position to lying down, and the arms holding Xiaoman loosened.

Chen Chuan silently waited for the result. The signs of virtualization were still slowly weakening, but after decreasing to a certain level, they stabilized there and didn't change anymore.

This level was actually much stronger than when he first arrived. If there were people nearby, they would all die within a few days.

As expected, it still couldn't be completely resolved.

He had considered before that the formation of this haunted tale might not be entirely due to Xiaoman's obsession. The mannequin itself also had problems.

Xiaoman's obsession was the biggest trigger. If he had given up then, it would have remained silent and there would have been no further activity. But Xiaoman's death was like adding fuel to the fire, making things even more complicated.

He walked over and pressed on the mannequin's chest and abdomen. As expected, he found a detachable area and removed a piece of the outer panel, revealing the contents inside—a set of assembled internal organ models.

This wasn't a mannequin for displaying clothes, but a prop mannequin for certain groups to practice on. Judging by the marks on the inner wall of the mannequin, real internal organs might have even been placed inside.

The source of this kind of thing made him think of organizations that trafficked in body organs.

Moreover, in addition to the normal internal organ models, there were also some things made of film and velvet thread. They looked like just cushioning fillers, but he knew that they actually represented the heteromorphic tissues of a fighter, but there might be more than that...

He tried to open the mannequin's head. It looked empty inside, but upon closer inspection, some residual crystalline fibrous substances inside looked very beautiful.

He thought for a moment that this was likely the residue of brain heteromorphic tissue. A head had once been placed here, and the one that could form this heteromorphic characteristic was very likely a fighter of the Third Threshold.

Although he had been considering this before, he didn't expect the opportunity to come so quickly.

This kind of long-term existing and imprisonable haunted tale can replace drugs to stimulate his heteromorphic tissue, but the secret cult ritual materials used for restraint cannot be less, and it still costs money.

Of course, it may be cheaper than drugs, and judging from the extent of the secret cult's proliferation in the Central City, the market for ritual materials is large enough, and the ritual materials used for pure restraint are not expensive. For the secret cult, they are very common types.

Moreover, secret cult materials are classified as contraband on the market and will not go through platforms. There will be no records during the transaction process, which is considered friendly to him.

It's just that it's not okay to put such a thing here, and he has to find a way to transfer it, otherwise it will break through the restraint at any time.

Generally speaking, if you want to imprison it for a long time, you need a special secret cult ritual tool. This unique thing is usually made by the secret cult, and some relics left by haunted tales also have corresponding functions. He may have something here that can be used as a substitute. He can try to see if it can be used.

It seems that he needs to go back to school first.

After considering it, he went to the side and took the shovel, buried the mannequin back in the pit, and also needed to deal with Xiaoman's body. So after cleaning up here, he took Xiaoman's body and walked out.

When he came to the front of the car outside the shantytown, he found that Lao Qi was asleep in the seat. The latter had been busy all night and drove them back and forth. Because he was not a fighter, he was already very tired.

As soon as he approached, Lao Qi woke up again. He should have set up a reminder on Jie Ping in advance. When he saw Chen Chuan, he quickly sat up and asked, "Brother Chen, how is it?"

Chen Chuan said, "There are still some problems that need to be dealt with. I need to go back to school to get some things." He put down Xiaoman's body, "Lao Qi, please help take care of it."

Lao Qi sighed when he saw Xiaoman's body, "This child is so pitiful. Brother Chen, your business is more important. Go ahead and do your work. Leave this to me."

Chen Chuan looked at him and said, "Lao Qi, you are also very tired. Go back after you finish dealing with it. I can handle the rest alone."

Lao Qi said okay.

Chen Chuan entrusted Xiaoman's body to him and turned and left.

After he walked away, Lao Qi seemed to remember something and slapped his head, "That's not right, the money..." Chen Chuan's voice rang in Jie Ping: "Lao Qi, keep the money first, we'll talk about it later."

"Okay."

Chen Chuan took the tram outside and soon returned to school. As soon as he entered the area of Xuan Gong Building, Jie Ping connected with Hong Fu.

"Detected that the student did not return to the dormitory yesterday. Considering the student's safety, the college recommends that students can implant some small observation implants that do not hinder physical activity.

The implant can observe the student's internal body operation. If you encounter a dangerous situation, you can transmit it to the college in real time, so that the college can understand the situation..."

After that, it also listed the benefits of these implants, such as recording the specific data of students fighting with others, understanding hormone levels in real time, and detecting the growth direction of heteromorphic tissues. In this way, combined with the evaluation results, more specific training programs can be given.

After Chen Chuan read it, he refused without even thinking about it.

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Not to mention that he is not going to install implants. If this kind of thing is transmitted to the platform, it not only means his own whereabouts, but also means that his information is completely controlled by others.

It is easier to train, but it is also more convenient to target. He still thinks it is better to be an experiential school, um, or maybe it can be a pure school.

Just as he got on the elevator and walked towards the dormitory, he received two more messages. These were a few photos sent by Tan Zhi. Looking at the time of the photos, this guy is still at the ball so far. In the scene of the photos, the surroundings are full of boldly dressed and enchanting young women.

One of the photos shows Tan Zhi posing with a backward leaning posture, one hand on his forehead, and one hand stretched back as hard as he can, with an expression of leaping to the peak on his face, while a circle of women surrounds him. They raise their hands up, their feet are off the ground at the same time, and their skirts are flying, the scene is very dynamic.

This classmate Tan Zhi has a good dance, he clicked the 'already read' button and swiped away.

At this time, he looked at the second message. This was sent to him by a teacher of Wu Yi on the college's internal platform. This person said that he learned from the platform that the new students were lacking in combat skills, so he was willing to give guidance. If he was interested, he could contact him, and he also posted his past evaluations.

Chen Chuan glanced at it a few times and moved it into the pending collection. The elevator door opened at this time. He quickly returned to the dormitory, first washed up, changed his clothes, ate a few nutrient bars, and then rummaged through the suitcase. Finally, he took out an upper jaw bone with sharp teeth.

This is what was left behind after solving the mountain ghost haunted tale.

He would keep these relics of past haunted tales, and this upper jaw bone might be used as an item to restrain that haunted tale. He needs to try to see if it can be used, because he has never done such a thing before. According to the information Director Lei gave him, it should be feasible in theory.

Moreover, he doesn't need the haunted tale to do anything, just restrain it and put it by his side, so the difficulty will be very low, at most it only involves the most basic application. If it is used, the complexity may increase geometrically.

So the person who used the large-scale secret cult ritual was very skilled in this aspect, and it is no wonder that Molan Company would invest in him.

After taking this thing, he also brought the book of information and put it in a sturdy bag, and then came out of the school again and took the tram back to the shantytown.

Lao Qi's car is not here, it seems that he went to deal with Xiaoman's funeral.

He came to the backyard of Xiaoman's home again alone, buried the upper jaw bone, and placed it on the mannequin's chest.

Then he opened the information in front of him, turned to a certain page, took out the last bit of ritual material, and outlined it stroke by stroke according to the above.

Because this ritual pattern is more complicated, he had to trace it.

After working for most of the day, he almost used up the ritual materials before completing the ritual pattern. Fortunately, there were no mistakes in the middle.

He stepped back a few steps. To succeed, he just needs to wait for the result next.