The ornaments worn on Chen Qiuyan's chest are exactly the same as the copper plate that Fang Shiliang gave me.

Just by looking at it, we all know that this copper has a certain age, and there are many traces of friction on the surface, but there is no copper rust, and it is clean to the extreme.

It seems that this copper plate, which was given to me by the copper pee and Fang, also has some subtle differences.

This piece seems to be a little red, like the color of red copper.

The copper is completely rounded round, the front protrudes, looking like a convex mirror, engraved with many patterns, the back is flat, there is no meaning of concave.

Those pattern totems on the front should be carved out of the concave, which is filled with some unknown black powder, and there is a sense of frosting.

Those patterns are not complicated, and the whole totem looks simple, like the fan blades of three electric fans.

In the middle of the copper, there is a huge black spot, and around the black spot, there are three pieces of "fan leaves" that are like waves, arranged in turn.

The distance between the three blades is equal, looks very harmonious, and at the edge of the whole totem, there are countless dense pit black spots, like the black sesame seeds.

Seeing this copper phoebe, I just think it's not that simple, really.

The man not only rescued Chen Qiuyan, but also gave her a copper plate that was found in a similar square... What is the connection between this?

The rope used to tie this copper-peeled rope is a very ordinary black hemp rope, which is almost thick and thin with chopsticks, and looks very strong.

I gently rubbed my hand a few times, I could feel it, and the hemp rope was also very resilient, as if I still had a certain elasticity, and the rubber band.

“Do you know this?”Chen Qiuyan asked me.

I shook my head and said I didn’t know, but I’ve seen something resembling this texture.

“When I woke up, I still had this sack pocket on my back, and there was a lot of food in it...”

Chen Qiuyan jumped out of bed, walked barefoot to the edge of the linen pocket, opened the pocket several times, and then took out a black thing from the inside.

Like coal, but when Chen Qiuyan touched it with his hand, he could see that it was soft and not so hard.

“Although I don’t know what it is... but I think this thing is delicious... much better than the food I buy in the restaurant... just don’t taste any...” Chen Qiuyan said, putting the piece of “black charcoal” into his mouth, taking a bite, and then chewing up with his face full of enjoyment, his eyes were happy and happy, and his face was happy.

I looked at the black charcoal, and then looked at Chen Qiuyan, and said nothing more, but the mood was an unspeakable complexity.

Chen Qiuyan is not a coal, chewing in her mouth... is the residue left by the nine bacon gods!

After the collapse of the flesh of the Nine Teng, most of those flesh and blood dissipated, and only a small part of the flesh and blood was left behind, attached to the bones, and the rapid contraction withered.

If I remember correctly, what Chen Qiuyan held in his hand should be one of the flesh left behind by the Nine Fang Gods.

“Does it taste good?”I asked carefully.

“Okay, eat too.”Chen Qiuyian came to me and handed me the black charcoal with a red face: "Although the taste is not good, after eating it, it will feel very powerful!"

I shook my head and smiled, "No, if you like, eat more if you like, and say you can't eat it or treat your body well."

“Do you hate it?”Chen Qiuyan asked in a low voice, some shriveled the residue to take back.

But before she could really take the scrap, I held out my hand, took the black charcoal, put it in her mouth, and ate it with a big mouth.

I have to say that although the flesh and blood of this nine bacon gods have no taste, the more chewed it, the more it feels, like chewing gum.

When I swallowed part of it, I only felt that the stomach was warm and comfortable.

The previous physical weakness has also greatly improved.

Just then, I felt as if I had chewed something, hard-hitting, and almost didn’t give my teeth down.

I subconsciously spit out the hard stuff, put it in my hand to check, and the color of black carbon is different, this thing is light blue... it should be the bones of the nine baks god!

"Squeak!" cried the squeegory suddenly, as if he had found something, as if he were reminding me.

I wondered, my heart said that the scream of the rat was very anxious, did I find anything?

Without waiting for me to ask it, the rat shuddered and went straight from the bed to the corner of the ward.

All there is our luggage, of which my things are the majority, and they are all tools.

The rat drilled a lipstick in the luggage bag, did not come out for half a day, squeaking, as if to find something.

After about half a minute, the rat came up, holding a black rope in his mouth, and came to me excitedly.

Seeing the familiar black rope, I was confused for a while, and finally reacted violently... yes!

The old man said that the power of this great prison rope has been weakened, and the strongest and most prosperous period should be when the big prison rope still has the barrels.

The barrel beads were destroyed, and the big prison rope was equivalent to losing the soul, and the power was less than one-tenth of the heyday.

But as long as the corresponding barrel beads are recovered, the power of this black rope can restore the past.

The bucket beads belonging to the big prison rope have a total of five, corresponding to five lines.

According to the most ordinary barrel beads, these five should be "contributed" by five lines of iniquity, and the golden wood water and fire soil each account for one.

Among them, the bucket beads belonging to "water" are taken from the body of "water fish" and are considered to be fish bones.

The so-called fish in the water does not refer to the real fish, but that the wrongs generated in the sea water become the climate, and the bones in the body can be taken as barrel beads.

The meaning of the rat to bring me this black rope is obvious, it is a reminder to me, not to worry about the Nine-Fantastic God is not really God, it is all living in the sea, used to describe it as the wrong of the climate, are a kind of blasphemy.

It is no exaggeration to say that raising nine lives to call it a sea god is not an exaggeration.

At the end of the day, the animal is also a living creature born in the sea, that is to say, its bones should be able to be used on the Great Prison Rope!

"Oh!Small fat!Your brain is moving fast!”I took the squirrel in my arms and laughed, “I’m still worried about how to make those buckets!”You have been a great help to me!”

“What bucket?”Chen Qiuyan sat on the bed and looked at me curiously.

“It’s the law... I’ll tell you later.”I laughed.

At this time, Chen Qiuyan suddenly raised his hand and gently touched my shoulder twice, and his eyes suddenly dimmed, which seemed to be a little painful.

“Are these tattoos on you?”

“What a wound, it’s all hurt!”

“How did you get these injuries?”

I looked down and said, "This is the one left in the sea, the monster who killed you, remember?"

Chen Qiuyan nodded: "A little impression."

With that, she touched me gently on my shoulder, and her tone was even more distressing: “Can’t these scars recover?”The wounds you just stabbed with a fruit knife are all grown, why are these scars still like this?”

Hearing this, I suddenly reacted, these scars left on me, it seems not quite right.

Because before this I was wrapped in gauze bandages, I had never noticed the change in the flesh, and only now did I find that the scars left on my body seemed to be a little too much.

On the arm, on the arm, on the shoulder, on the chest, the abdomen, the waist, and even the legs...

From head to toe, limbs and hundreds of limbs, almost everywhere, there are some traces of burns, all of which are long strips, and only those places where the evil is buried, there are lump-shaped scars.

What I don’t understand is that these scars are not flesh-colored, but black.

It was like being splashed with black paint, and the scars were looked at in the light, all with some reflection.

"This scar on your back is like a tattoo."

“What tattoo?”I was busy asking.

Chen Qiuyan did not speak, climbed to the bed, half kneeling on his hand and touching my back, described to me.

"There are six black spots, and there are still flame-like patterns on the side, which is a circle..."

Before Chen Qiuyan finished describing me, he only listened to a bang, and the door directly let the seven treasures hit open.

The bodhisattva and disciple behind him seemed to want to stop him, but it was too late, and the seven treasures had just hit the door, and they barely tugged at him.

In an instant, the room was quiet.

I looked at them with Chen Qiuyan.

They look at us at a glance.

No one spoke, and the scene was incomparably embarrassing.

“I... fuck me?”