Fan Lang discovered that from the corpse of Old Man Jin, an unknown mysterious power emerged, and he didn't know what it was. ? U8?small?? Say??? ．?Ｕ?８?ＸＳ`ＣＯＭ

He made a decisive move, grabbed it in the air, urged all kinds of skills, and even used the empty realm, turning into layers of enchantments, wrapping the corpse of the old man Jin.

The mysterious force was also trapped in it, slamming into the barrier and being fended back. It reversed direction and collided again, and the result was the same. It does not give up, it collides again and again, and fails again and again.

"I'd like to see what you are!"

Fan Lang moved the space and grabbed the space where Old Man Jin was directly in front of him, and observed it closely.

If you look at it with the naked eye, you can't see that mysterious power at all, this power is very secretive. It takes some special means to feel its presence.

Fan Lang extended his mind into it, turning into a small dragon and hovering around Old Man Jin's corpse. The little dragon suddenly pounced, wielding its claws to grab the mysterious force and hold it down.

The mysterious power is like a small snake, struggling violently, but it can't get rid of the shackles of the little dragon. It seems to have some kind of spirituality, and it feels like it can't escape, and it begins to disintegrate and disappear on its own, becoming weaker and weaker.

If it is allowed to disappear, the clue will be broken.

Fan Lang manipulated the little dragon to open the dragon's mouth, sucked the mysterious power into it hard, and turned into various seals in the dragon's belly, sealing it firmly.

Fortunately, his speed is fast enough, and he has managed to retain a little bit of mystical power, which can be used to study slowly.

"Yes, the president is dead!"

"How could this be, it was him who died today. ”

"You can't die, President!"

"Old man Jin, why did you leave...... Woowoo woo ......"

When the people of the Jinmeng Club found out that Old Man Jin was dead, they collectively fell into grief and cried into a large area.

Fan Lang ignored these people and focused entirely on the mysterious power, studying what he had learned in his life.

He has all kinds of skills, as well as the memory inheritance of his previous life, how broad-minded his horizons are, and after a little research, he found the way and figured out what this mysterious power is.

"I see. ”

Fan Lang's eyes lit up, and his heart suddenly brightened.

He immediately summoned everyone in the Jinmeng Association and said that he had something to say. The people held back their grief and gathered together.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Old Man Jin did not die in vain, after he died, I found a kind of power in his body, and it was this power that killed those people one by one. I've captured this force, researched it, and figured it out. Fan Lang said in public.

"What killed my father?" a middle-aged man asked tearfully. He is the eldest son of Old Man Jin, and he is also the vice president of the Golden Alliance. Now that Old Man Jin is dead, the burden of the Golden Alliance will fall on him.

"Ling Zun and those who were killed before were actually cursed to death!" Fan Lang said with a word.

"Curse?"

"That's right, it's a curse, or a curse, a curse is a kind of secret art, which is relatively unpopular, few people use it, and even fewer use it well. ”

Fan Lang flipped his palm and transformed into a small golden dragon, showing the image of the dragon's belly, magnifying the mysterious power countless times, and seeing the internal structure clearly.

I saw countless small runes circulating irregularly, like a group of small tadpoles swimming, which was the result of magnifying countless times to see.

The layman cannot understand the mystery at all, and only those who understand the curse can see the way.

Fan Lang continued: "This is the curse that has fallen on you, judging from all indications, it should be a curse called 'Flame Reminder', which is very powerful, and only a first-class master in the field of curses can cast it. This kind of curse is aimed at the group, after the curse, there will be a continuous death, the time of death can be adjusted, as short as a stick of incense to kill a person, as long as a month or even longer. The curse targets the target group, and each person killed is transferred to another person in the group. Unless everyone is killed, or the curse is lifted, it will not end. What happened to you is just right right for the characteristics of the 'Flame Reminder'. I didn't expect that after I was sure that you were cursed, everything would be easy to deduce. ”

The people of the Jinmeng Association woke up like a dream, and finally knew how everyone died, and they were filled with righteous indignation for a while, and they scolded the people who cursed one after another.

Now a new question arises, who cast a curse on them?

The curse is very secretive, and it can be used to spell people silently, and people will be tricked unknowingly.

They weren't sure who the curse was, but they thought of one person in unison.

This man is a noble man who can control their fate, and they suspect that this person is responsible, but they dare not say it openly.

Fan Lang was unscrupulous and said what he didn't dare to say for these people.

"Eighty percent of the people who cast a spell on you are the powerful 'Heavenly Fire Prince', who forced you to venture here to find Dream Butterfly, and by the way, he put a curse on you. It may be that he knows how to do this himself, or he may have used some kind of cursed treasure, or he may have subordinates around him who are skilled in this way. Fan Lang inferred.

"You can't talk nonsense...... We are doing things for the Heavenly Fire Prince, why did he curse us? We are dead, who will find him a dream butterfly?"

"If you think it's not, then it's not, I'm not interested in giving you a detailed analysis. Find out the cause of your death, my curiosity has been satisfied, and you can solve the rest of the matter yourself. ”

Fan Lang put away the little golden dragon and walked away directly.

The people of the Jinmeng congregation were not at ease, and they asked whether the curse had been completely lifted, and whether there would be any dead people tomorrow, and they got a positive answer.

"Rest assured, the source of the curse has fallen into my hands, you will be fine, and you can wait here for the day when you go out with peace of mind. ”

After Fan Lang finished speaking, the person had disappeared.

The people of the Jinmeng congregation were left here, and the overall mood was sluggish, and they began to collect the body of the old man Jin and bury him.

Although the curse was lifted, there was another pressure on them, and it was really not easy to get up.

"The Heavenly Fire Lord asked us to come to find the Dream Butterfly, we didn't even see the shadow of the Dream Butterfly, how can we explain it after we go back?"

"Yes, the people of the royal family can't afford to offend at all, and the status is on an equal footing with the royal family, as long as the Heavenly Fire Lord gives an order, we will be all finished. ”

"I think what Fan Meng Master said is right, it is very likely that the Heavenly Fire Lord has given us a curse, so that we can use this curse to urge us to hurry up and complete our mission and catch the Dream Butterfly and send it back. If we can return it to him, he will undo the curse on us, and if we do not do our good, we will all die......"

"Shhhh

"If we can't find the dream butterfly, don't we still want to die? ”

"The Lord of Tianhuo is too bullying, just for a **** we came to this kind of place, and he cursed us, he didn't even say a word before, causing us to kill so many people, and I was worried all day long. ”

"Well, what can I do? ”

"Lord Fan's ship is still going deeper, I hope God has eyes and can let us catch the Dream Butterfly halfway. ”

"This kind of thinking is too naïve, how can there be such a good thing. Even if you really find the Dream Butterfly, it will definitely fall into the hands of the Fan League Master, which round will get us. Dream butterflies are so precious that one can be used to buy a whole star. ”

Everyone in the Jinmeng Association sighed one by one, almost desperate.

Some of the conversations were captured by the surveillance and fell into Fan Lang's ears, which made him feel emotional, and he also remembered a sentence.

"Save people to the end, send Buddha to the west. Saving people is much more troublesome than killing people. Kill these people, but with a flick of your fingers, save them, lift the curse, and find the dream butterfly, and die in trouble. ”

Fan Lang shook his head.