With Zhang Zhongjun's order, the sturdy and large votes, dragged or carried, transported the corpses of more than 300 flea demons to the central cottage of Beihuang Village, that is, the cottage that presented a crypt underground, and it was also the most important cottage in this Beihuang Village.

Accompanied by the penman who managed the cottage in the past, Zhang Zhongjun and his party walked quickly into the basement of the central attic of the cottage, and those who could follow Zhang Zhongjun in were the penman who led the way, Takegami Muraki, and the four bean soldiers, and the others were all waiting outside.

No one is resentful because they can't follow it, they want to see the crypt, and they can see it when they throw the flea demon into it, and now they can follow Kurokawa Masadori to open the crypt, and they are definitely the descendants of the Kurokawa family.

Zhang Zhongjun and his entourage came to the basement, and after opening the stone door, they found that the basement was very spacious, with thousands of square meters, and the ceiling was inlaid with thousands of night pearls, almost one per square meter.

Then, instead of the floor, or the basement had no floor, there was a hole under the ceiling that was almost hundreds of square meters in size, sinking into a hole dozens of meters deep in the ground, and then there was a large pool of molten things like liquid and flames in the pit.

Looking at this molten stuff, Zhang Zhongjun was stunned for the first time, because he felt that he had an inexplicable connection with this pool of molten lava.

Seeing Zhang Zhongjun's expression, the scribe hurriedly complimented: "Lord, do you feel like you have a connection with the crypt? This is normal, because you are the owner of this Beihuang Village, this crypt automatically recognizes you, and you can drip blood into the crypt to make the connection between the crypt and you more intimate." ”

"You don't need to drip blood at the beginning, can you make the crypt approve?" Zhang Zhongjun asked suspiciously, he had experienced the incident of the crypt source, and at that time, he was directly promoted to the rank nine rank warrior by just giving a tube of blood. And that was the treatment that only existed at the beginning of the crypt source, and there was no such treatment in the future. It's strange that this crypt recognizes itself without a drop of blood?

Muraki Takegami interjected, "My lord, this is normal, but only those who truly and thoroughly own all the land nourished by a crypt will be recognized by the crypt. This recognition is very inexplicable and indescribable, but the lord should be able to feel it. ”

"This is actually normal?" Zhang Zhongjun was a little stunned.

"Of course it's normal, a samurai who controls villages, towns, county seats, county towns, and leading cities in reality is of course recognized by the crypt of the place of control, and this is actually more important than the dripping blood crypt. Otherwise, if the crypt was to recognize its lord just by dropping blood, then the history of territorial changes over thousands of years would not have been possible. Muraki Takekami said with emotion.

Zhang Zhongjun rolled his eyes a little and looked speechless, damn, as long as he controls the land on the ground, he can make the crypt automatically recognize the owner, why are he still eagerly looking forward to the dripping blood of the crypt source?

The meaning of this is very simple, if the crypt is a house, then the first person who drips blood to recognize the owner is the person who first built the house on the ground, but after the house is built, the person is driven out and the house is occupied, and you, the builder who is nominally the owner of the house, cannot help the person who occupies the house.

Those who occupy the house do not need to care whether the house recognizes the owner or not, nor do they need to care if it is not their own name on the title deed, anyway, they can move around the house at will, they can marry a wife, have children and raise children, and they can use the house as they like.

As for whether it was driven away by others in the future, or whether the first owner snatched the house back, it has nothing to do with the house itself.

Oh, it's not that it doesn't have the slightest relationship, for a house with a pan-consciousness, the original owner can naturally get a certain amount of preferential treatment, after all, it was these earliest owners who built the house. And the person who occupies the whole house will also be recognized by the house, because there is no one else in the house to compete for the ownership of the house, of course, the owner can do whatever he wants, so do you think that the house with pan-consciousness is not afraid that the owner will go crazy and destroy the house? So you also have to give a little benefit to the owner of the house to appease the other party's mind.

As for when many people are competing for the ownership of the house, of course, the house can be ignored by no one, looking cold, after all, when someone is fighting, the house can be in the position of a third party and quietly watch, and whoever wins will be fine. It doesn't matter if no one wins, everyone fights for each other, the value of the house itself is there, and there is no need to worry about some madman ruining himself.

After understanding this, Zhang Zhongjun sneered: "It turns out that this crypt is also a bully for the soft and afraid of the hard, afraid of risks and the existence of interests." ”

Takekami Village tree stall spread his hands: "Lord, what the crypt has is only pan-consciousness, which is worse than that of animals, and its instinct is to make itself develop better and better, so whoever can threaten it, it is afraid of whom, and whoever can give it benefits, it will surrender to whom, this belongs to nature, and it can't use human consciousness to demand it." ”

"I understand, then I should confess the Lord with blood first. Zhang Zhongjun stretched out his hand as he spoke, which made Takegami Muraki and the pen clerk present stunned, not knowing what Zhang Zhongjun was doing with this action.

While they were still confused, one of the bean soldiers made a gesture to close the knife, and then the two of them saw a knife mark appear on Zhang Zhongjun's outstretched wrist, and then the blood slowly seeped out.

Zhang Zhongjun muttered: "Damn, I don't know how much blood this confession takes, if I only need a little bit, then wouldn't it be a big loss for me to cut the veins?" while stretching out his hand to the fence, letting the blood drip into the crypt dozens of meters deep.

Blood dripped into the thing like molten slurry, Zhang Zhongjun only felt that there was even a sudden shock, and a powerful external force inexplicably poured into his body, not to mention anything else, the wound on his wrist was washed by this force, and it was directly healed.

Zhang Zhongjun had experienced the experience of the power given by the crypt source, and he naturally knew that this sudden power was the power given by the crypt of the northern deserted village in front of him.

The power given by this is very awesome, and it directly promoted Zhang Zhongjun to the rank of an eight-rank warrior. This is a peculiar feeling, that is, knowing that his strength has reached the eighth grade.

Originally, Zhang Zhongjun was dismissive of these external forces, but in such a huge force, there was a trace of strange power that entered his soul and fused with the power of returning home obtained in the world of the Holy Grace Continent.

Zhang Zhongjun was stunned for a while before muttering: "Damn! The power given by the crypt actually contains the power of going home?! How do you put the power of going home in the crypt?! Senior brother, do you want me to dominate the whole world?!"