The white moon refers to the two bottles that belong to Zhuang and my memory said: "These two bottles to be installed well, but can not let the memory escape out, the impact of the last memory escape incident you know, how many rats died you know."

The rat, the rat, respectfully sent this white moon to the dark room.

At this time, my consciousness had jumped to the white moon and left with the white moon.

My knowledge is not far from me now, at most ten miles or so.

So the white moon moved, and I moved too.

Anyway, now the whole village is sleeping, it is estimated that there is no memory, even the dream they can not do.

So all the way hanging behind the white moon, came to a place, this place from the yang rat array is not too far, it is estimated that it is ten miles.

The white moon came to the edge of a stone, and pressed it gently to the stone, and the stone was removed, revealing a large hole.

The white moon jumped down the big hole, and the stone then moved back to the mouth of the hole and blocked it again.

I came to this hole to explore, found that there is a law formation here, but also quite a strange fighting to hide the formation.

In this world, the most people who practice fighting are still the majority.

But the way to practice fighting is relatively simple, and most people fight with the spirit of fighting, so it is the name of fighting.

And this is the first time I’ve seen this fight.

It is also a relatively rare hidden law.

This hidden formation method, although it is not of much effect, but used here, but it seems natural, I have come here before to explore the terrain, but I did not notice.

But this hidden method is nothing for me, after all, its level is too low.

To break this low-level legal formation, I just need to use the breath finger.

The air-driven interception finger, while finding these cut-off points, does not touch the alarm on the formation, but it is very useful.

Soon, the fight was broken by me.I mobilized the power of the two tigers, reduced my body a thousand times, became the size of a finger, and made a soil squatting method, and entered the hole.

The hole is much deeper than the passage under the village, and it is estimated that it will reach the bottom of the hole a few hundred meters below.

The bottom of the hole is also a hall.

This hall is a round, rather regular.

In this circle center, there is a big Ding, which is surrounded by eight small circles.

At this time, there were eight rats around this small circle, which seemed to be casting a general application.

They read words in their mouths, although they are also rat-human words, I can understand the surface meaning, but I do not understand what these rat-human words are saying.

Until I saw a shadow of the brain that appeared in this big ding.

The brain is very large, but there are not many brain circuits, and the shape is different from the human brain.

As soon as this brain emerged, the eight rats were very excited and read more energetically.

At this time, the white moon held a bottle very religiously and said, "Dear Lord, please let me offer you the most delicious memory."

In the shadow of the brain came a voice: "But."

The white moon holds a bottle, which is the memory that the company does not give up.

It pulled out the bottle and poured it into the ding.

The shadow that blocked the memory of Zhuang did not abandon it flowed into the big ding.

The shadow of the brain on the big dinghai actually made a whisper: "Okay."

With its good words, a single drug appeared in the big potion, and all the drugs were full of energy.

I counted a total of ten.

This amount made these rats very surprising.

The white moon picked up another bottle and poured it into the big ding.

This time the brain made a sound: "Late."

Although it is a word, it also gives a drug.

The white moon's hands kept on, fell down and went to a bottle of memory, and exchanged one another and another drug.

At this time, I understood a little, these rat people seem to be speculating, doing low-buying and selling high-selling work.

They exchange memories from the villagers, and then use this memory in exchange for spiritual panes in this brain.

This Lingdan is more expensive than the small grace they give to the villagers.

Not to mention that there is almost no reiki in this heavy off-boundity, even if it is the ordinary world or Kunlun world, no amount of gold and silver can get the spiritual.

I’m curious, what is this brain?

Why does the brain absorb memory and produce spiritual dans?

Or does the brain hold a treasure trove of spiritual panacea, and it eats from memory?

By the time I thought about it, the white moon had already finished twenty-nine bottles, and it took the bottle of my memory and was about to fall into it.

I used to kill and the illusion created by the hysteria of the leopard, which was completely unknown to the white moon, so it only knew the memory in the bottle, although it was an angry memory, but the color was very good.

This memory is generally longer and more mellow, so some people say that memories are like wine.

In this bottle, the memory disguised by my killing is also a memory of thousands of years.

So many years of memory, that is how much alcohol, so the white moon left it to the end.

I think it was full of thoughts at this time how many spirituals I could exchange these "memory" of mine.

The memory in the bottle fell slowly into the big ding, and the white moon and the eight rats were all looking forward to it.

At this time, the shadow of the brain trembled vigorously and made a scream.

With this scream, the hall shook.

This brain was hurt by my killing, and the pain was incomparable.

But it is not too strong for me to kill, in fact, it is just a small joke.

But the divine knowledge at the level of Taoism, even if it is a small joke, is not generally acceptable.

Fortunately, the brain is very tough, although it is injured, but it is still holding up.

It suddenly became angry, a sharp whistle, and suddenly the white moon bled with seven holes and fell to the ground.

The remaining eight did not escape this shrieking attack, but their repairs were slightly higher, and they were seriously injured and fell to the ground.

The shadow in the middle of the twilight disappeared.

The original drug also disappeared as much as possible.

Eight rats could not be moaned on the ground, and that despair, even if I could not empathize, could conject.

But this is not the time to sympathize with them, I am now born, to those injured rats.

The rats wanted to struggle to resist, but they were trapped by my french.

I looked at these terrified rat people outside the Fa array, and after watching for a while, I looked at the cat-playing mouse and asked, “Who are you, and what do you want to do here?”