MTL - It’s Obviously a Life Skill, But You Developed It Into a Magical Skill-Chapter 240v1000 Guild: Just call me aunt

 All the terrifying aura comes from this figure.

 When the old figure walked out of the black palace, Zhou An could feel the terrifying aura.

 In front of this old figure, King Bai was like a little ant.

 This is an old man, wearing cloth clothes, and the clothes on his body are old and worn out.

 The old man is short in stature, and his back is a bit stooped due to his age.

 The old man’s left hand is an empty sleeve with no arm.

The right hand is still there, holding a brush with wet ink on it.

 “No hostility.” Zhou An thought to himself.

"oh oh."

 Besides, the guilds are different, it is one of the oldest uncanny.

“If you forcefully walk outside the room, you will turn into yellow earth in sorrow.”

The Guild Club smiled knowingly: "You haven't found out that you are getting married yet. If you want to marry me, you can just call me aunt."

“Okay, since you don’t want to, then go ahead.”

“I don’t want to be the subject of this experiment. At that time, there were so many ordinary people.”

Just now the one-armed old man said that he should help. Maybe the method of helping is related to the room in front of him.

When the one-armed old man heard this, the crazy look on his face gradually calmed down and he said: "So what? Now, let's return to the topic. Do you want to help or not?"

 He knows about talent.

If the current situation is not right, he will immediately ask Black Jade to lead the cheap mother-in-law out, and let the cheap mother-in-law touch the one-armed old man.

 The strange state told her that this one-armed old man was dangerous.

These black reliefs are all portraits of characters, lifelike.

 Zhou An pointed at the one-armed old man and said, "Mother-in-law, bah! Senior...someone is messing with me!"

Zhou An looked at the one-armed old man with a smile, as if he was looking at a dead man.

In this case, the reason cannot be calculated.

“Although they respect our wishes and let us volunteer, who knows if everyone in the industry will change their minds when they fail to succeed?”

 “Quick, give it to her!” Zhou An said quickly.

 There is neither golden light nor black light.

 “And this will add a great touch of color to your long life.”

"This is the tomb of heroes in human history. These ancient epics, even if they are dead, are naturally tired of weirdness. Even the remaining power can be reduced to nothingness together with you and weirdness!"

This one-armed old man had no problem with his plan. From beginning to end, he made himself look like he had lost his memory.

 This is Black Jade summoning the coven.

But now, it doesn’t matter.

 There are men and women, old and young, and so on.

If it were at the home court of the Guild, both of them would probably suffer losses.

Then this black room gave Zhou An the feeling that it was time itself.

 Zhou An smiled and said, "Why is it different?"

 At this time, Zhou An turned his head and looked at Black Jade.

The one-armed old man waved his remaining arm, extremely happy: "It doesn't matter if I'm locked up, I still live longer than her! Hahaha!"

Zhou An smiled, touched Black Jade's head, and said with a smile: "Be good, bring our mother out and teach this old thing a lesson."

　　When Zhou An asked this question, the one-armed old man shook his head, and an old voice appeared.

 The only things that could bring her back to consciousness were masters from the Holy Realm.

“Of course, if you kneel down in front of me now and kowtow twice, maybe I will be more generous and let you save me.”

 Leader of miscellaneous sect, dressed in green.

Black Jade has been standing quietly aside, looking at the one-armed old man very cautiously.

The one-armed old man is like a tombkeeper. He buries the bones here alone and keeps guard here.

 The gathering itself also represents opportunity.

“I still have to live, at least I have to stay here and cannot die.”

“Why should we use our lives to create a psychic space?”

 “You boy, how many of you have killed all the Saints recently?” the Guilds asked subconsciously.

 The rules of the psychic space are for people in the industry, not for weirdos, so this method is feasible.

 As Zhou An stepped into it, a heavy history emerged from Zhou An's body.

 While the two of them were talking, everything around them had changed.

 Inside the Black Palace, the space is very vast, and at a glance, it is all black.

 Most of them talk about how to seal the cracks in the sky and the reasons for the formation of the psychic space.

 But how can ordinary people compare to those in the industry? The amount required is astronomical.

Every time it appears, people in the industry flock to it, and the guilds are so old that they have experienced too many.

The one-armed old man continued: "Later, the cracks in the sky disappeared and the weirdness became much less. But I never expected that there were still cracks in the ground."

 “Choose one? What does this mean?” Zhou An asked with a frown.

Moreover, the Bagua arithmetic is still golden, which means that there will be no obstacles to this trip.

The one-armed old man seemed to have not spoken to anyone for a long time, and he slowly said: "Back then, there were many cracks in the sky."

Perhaps, this is an ancient epic that has truly survived from that extremely ancient era to the present day.

 Soon, this story came to an end.

 He knew that there must be a reason why the one-armed old man let him in.

 He must kill the one-armed old man!

Soon, the figure of the one-armed old man disappeared through the gate of the black palace.

 The result was unexpected.

Zhou An squinted his eyes, observed secretly, and tightened his grip on the long knife.

The one-armed old man’s eyes lit up: “You agreed?”

 After all, if you stay here, problems will occur sooner or later.

 At least for now, this one-armed old man with a sense of endless time does not have the slightest hostility towards him.

 Zhou An shook his head: "No, I mean, you will definitely die."

Even with his temper, if he was really going to die, he would drag his enemies with him.

“When I get out, I will cut you and all your relatives into pieces!”

"As long as the relief here is not destroyed, then...the shackles are still shackles, they just let you go further."

Zhou An soon discovered that this aura was the half of the city wall outside.

Everything that allowed her to regain consciousness represented a life in the Holy Realm.

 Zhou An shook his head and said, "This can't be done."

Now combined with what the one-armed old man said, Zhou An felt that things here would not be so simple.

Zhou An narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "Who are you?"

not human?

 The one-armed old man was confused for a moment and didn't understand what it meant.

 “Old guy, you still don’t understand.”

The one-armed old man looked confused and said, "Can you help me?"

Zhou An looked back and forth and found that even his clairvoyance could not penetrate it completely.

 “Talent?”

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"You can see it." The one-armed old man said calmly: "What era is it now? How many years has it been since the Dayu era?"

 This old thing must not be kept.

“Here, those who cannot enter the psychic realm will always be met by me.”

“In my life, I started as a farmer and got to where I am today step by step. Why?”

“There are them on the city wall outside, and they are also in the palace inside.”

Zhou An smiled and said: "Then let you stay here, wait for time to pass, find someone who can let you out, and then come and take revenge on me?"

"Inside, she killed countless weirdos, but also suffered injuries that could never be recovered."

 “I can let you choose one of these reliefs.”

“The room is the key, it can open the shackles, but... you can’t get it.”

 “It’s...weird!”

These are corpses that cannot be erased by time. They are truly terrifying things.

 The one-armed old man sighed and changed the subject: "Tell me, what else did you guess?"

Zhou An looked at the one-armed old man waiting for him not far ahead, and asked, "Did you carve them here?"

 Except the front room.

 Come here, there is a huge secret in front of you. If you don't take a look, Zhou An will regret it very much.

 At least, he would not be able to die so generously unless absolutely necessary.

 The one-armed old man looked past Zhou An to the black jade behind Zhou An.

 The confused aura on his body gradually disappeared, replaced by an aura of indifference to the common people.

"Let me tell you, you won't live long like this. I'm very worried about Black Jade's safety."

As the saying goes, if there is no buying and selling, there will be no killing.

 Whether it is the wall, the ground, or even the top of the palace, it is all black.

 “Old senior, may I ask your name?”

The one-armed old man frowned and said, "Am I not clear yet? Your elders who are beyond the psychic realm cannot come in."

 But Zhou An can't control so much.

Not far in front of Zhou An, a plump mature woman descended here with a terrifying coldness, like an endless abyss.

 “I’m confused because I feel so painful looking at these reliefs.”

 Zhou An glanced at it for a few times and continued to follow the one-armed old man.

 He slowly raised his feet and walked inside.

“I witnessed their death with my own hands and carved them into it with my own hands. That feeling is heartbreaking every time.”

 It’s okay, then be brave and reckless. How can you see good things if you are not reckless?

Like the other three categories, they are all dead.

Just because Zhou An can resist this temptation and even recognize the flaw does not mean that others can see it.

Zhou An was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening. He looked at the black palace in front of him and took a deep breath.

 The old man's eyes were not cloudy, but showed a rare sense of fatigue after countless years.

“What about someone else?” Zhou An narrowed his eyes.

The one-armed old man chuckled and said, "I know, you won't agree, but that's just me."

 The one-armed old man raised his eyebrows and said, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Do you want to know? Come with me, I don't know how long it has been and I haven't seen anyone."

 He really doesn’t know, because he hasn’t even heard of it, so how can he know?

“What is this?” Zhou An finally spoke and asked.

I didn’t hear what my mother-in-law said. Everyone knows the smells on the city wall.

 The one-armed old man said: "Every time I approach the room, a strong sadness emerges in my heart."

　　 are almost identical.

 This is seeking death. Zhou An is a very stable person and will not seek death.

 As she finished saying this, she no longer exuded weird madness, but incomparable rationality.

 After the one-armed old man came out, he was also looking at Zhou An, but did not speak.

“Well...I haven’t gone in to see it, but it’s really important.”

Zhou An was stunned, thinking that aunt was not a good word.

"Walk?"

 When everything disappeared, the conspirators looked at Zhou An, with the corners of their mouths twitching slightly.

There are many unusual things on these blacks.

In addition to the ground, the surrounding walls and even the ceiling above are covered with dense black reliefs.

“You kid, you are a natural source of trouble. What kind of trouble have you caused?”

To be honest, when Zhou An heard the news, he felt that these heroes were really selfless and fearless.

 Please, my background is very big.

 The relief is always dead, only retaining power, so when the coven becomes rational, the power of the relief gradually disappears.

The Guild also felt it, with a hint of nostalgia in their eyes: "It feels so familiar, well... they are all people who have come to me and stolen many opportunities."

There is an ancient and desolate aura in the old man, accompanied by an aura that makes all living beings tremble, like an endless abyss with no end in sight.

Even she was surprised.

Zhou An looked at the black room, slightly surprised.

 Here, it is formed.

 “It’s something very important,” said the one-armed old man.

He still has the beads left by King Bai after his death, and the people of the Zamen are collectively called Zaqi.

Zhou An smiled and said: "And you are not a hero. This tomb is more like a prison, sealing you here."

 Following that, a gloomy aura flowed from Black Jade's body.

After finishing his words, Zhou An looked at the one-armed old man with a solemn expression.

　　It means death if it appears.

“They are all heroes who remain in history, but they have died long ago, and their bones are engraved here.”

 “But I know that this is my mission and I have to do it.”

Those eyes with a sense of endless time seem to be able to see through everything and let everything sink in the years of history.

 “I don’t remember. It’s been a long time and I’ve forgotten it.”

 Zhou An looked at the surrounding reliefs with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Zhou An smiled and said, "What if I'm not talking about a human being?"

  If we say, what those reliefs represent is a rich history, an existence that cannot be eroded by time.

 “The relief is a yoke.”

 “I am also a hero.”

 He has waited too long, been a prisoner for too long.

 Zhou An touched his chin: "It's so tempting."

 Zhou An had actually known these things for a long time, but he did not interrupt. Sometimes, only by listening to people who belong to that era say it, can you know whether there is an error.

Coupled with the maturity and plumpness of Guiji, coupled with a rational temperament, it is mixed with a forbidden beauty similar to black jade.

Not far away, a square room stood in the empty interior of the black palace.

 On the human side, Eunuch Wei protects me, on the weird side, my mother-in-law protects me.

　　When the coven said these words, her arrival indeed caused an instant reaction from the surrounding people.

 Long years have passed, but it is still the same here, and the same is true for the one-armed old man.

 But this old guy doesn’t care about that.

The one-armed old man waved his hand and seemed not to care if Zhou An refused.

 All the reliefs, exuding residual power, all point to the gathering of guilds.

 At this point, the one-armed old man's eyes were still confused, but there was a hint of emotion in them.

“Yes, I guessed it right, but there is one thing you said wrong.”

 This is a cemetery, which comes from the tombs left behind by countless sages from that ancient era after they broke into the cracks.

 The one-armed old man didn't know why, but he suddenly felt cold all over.

The Black Jade Summoning is to turn everything here into the home of the Guild.

 In the final analysis, I just don’t want to die.

Just like this black palace, the only room here is also made of special materials, which can block the penetration of thousands of miles away.

If the one-armed old man really thinks this way, it might be more satisfying to kill him.

Those who once died generously, in the endless years, were worried that there would be no successors and that their descendants would not be able to carry the times, so they used special methods to invest their talents.

"roll!"

This old guy just wants to use ordinary human lives to test the stability of the psychic space.

If it was really to open the shackles, the one-armed old man would probably have used force to coerce him long ago. If it doesn't work now, it proves that the one-armed old man can't do it.

 At this point, the expression of the one-armed old man has become extremely crazy.

Hongyu understood, and then there was no ink stain on his face, and his face was excited.

Although he is not worried about not meeting other people, it always takes time. If Zhou An can take action immediately, he can save a lot of time.

 “To carve, write, and accompany.”

"The city wall outside is destroyed, so you can move around like this. Just now, you never left the black palace outside, which proves that the range you can move around is only so wide."

And if you think about it carefully, there seems to be something wrong with the one-armed old man in front of you.

 What do you win?

He seemed to have seen Zhou An kneel down in front of him and beg for mercy, and he used all kinds of torture on Zhou An.

 “I’m awake now, how about giving me some face?” the conspirators said with a smile.

Talents have been put in a long time ago, so how can these reliefs be talents now?

Black Jade was also an expert, and he quickly threw the beads left by King Bai to the scheming gathering.

Zhou An asked: "How to help, what to help?"

Zhou An knew that he had guessed correctly, and said with a smile: "I am very confused, why didn't Lu Yi just kill you directly?"

 “You’re crazy, summoning weirdness here!”

 What you call him, it really doesn't matter. The most important thing now is to beat the old guy in front of you to death.

 The next moment, the beads melted quickly like ice meeting water, and soon disappeared without a trace.

The one-armed old man showed a rare look of confusion in his eyes: "I don't even remember who I am or where this place is."

 When Zhou An heard this, he already understood what it meant.

 “Keep walking.”

 The one-armed old man fell silent.

His state has never felt such coldness, and logically speaking, it never would.

 Zhou An uttered one word lightly.

It seems that in the end, the two factions in the psychic space used their own lives to put a layer of shackles on the psychic space, so that no one who does not belong to the psychic realm can enter.

If you can still use your hands while you are in shackles, then the shackles are useless.

“There are many more people than those in our profession. We can still use their lives, but the amount is just larger.”

The one-armed old man pointed to the surrounding reliefs and said slowly: "Although they are dead, some of them still remain. I call this retained power talent."

“Even if you go out, what if you tell your elders?”

The words haven't been finished yet, but the meaning is already obvious. It is indeed what Zhou An thought, that he wanted him to see this room.

 This proves that the old man in front of him does not seem to be in any danger.

“I just did an experiment secretly, and they locked me up here with only a dozen lives.”

“It turns out that you are all dead. Time is so ruthless.”

 Hearing this, Zhou An suddenly realized.

Zhou An shrugged, pointed to the surrounding reliefs, and said: "You are in shackles, but a first-level prisoner. If you can take action, you would have done it long ago."

 Of course, if it comes to a last resort, Zhou An himself is not afraid of death.

The Guild didn't hesitate and followed Zhou An's gaze to look at the one-armed old man.

Immediately afterwards, the one-armed old man felt a very familiar breath.

Zhou An had heard of this name before. He was the leader of a miscellaneous sect in ancient times.

 That’s why the guilds uttered this sentence.

When the one-armed old man heard what Zhou An said, he seemed not to give up and continued: "Help me go in and take a look."

 But Zhou An observed very carefully.

The one-armed old man sneered: "What, you can still kill me?"

 He couldn't even make a calculation. It was obvious that the room in front of him was beyond Zhou An's ability.

 At this point, the one-armed old man stood up.

 Zhou An followed behind and discovered the difference in the black palace.

Zhou An explained all this silently and shook his head: "You are the only one who can be so happy as a prisoner."

“You only need to find talents similar to yours, and you will get huge benefits.”

 No wonder Lu Yi died in the psychic space. It turned out that he had been injured before.

 Zhou An can find it, and it is likely to be found by others, it is just a matter of probability.

“The leader of the miscellaneous sect at that time, Lu Yi, directly suppressed me and used these **** corpses to keep me alive.”

“Help me, go see what’s in the room.”

Those eyes contained endless evil aura and a strange and unique coldness.

 Every word the one-armed old man said was filled with strong anger.

 So far, the Bagua in front of Zhou An is still golden.

In addition, Zhou An even felt that a very familiar atmosphere was constantly circulating on these reliefs.

 During the Dayu period?

 The one-armed old man squatted down, and then touched the relief on the wall: "I feel that they are all my close friends, relatives, comrades-in-arms, and there are too many."

 The one-armed old man finally understood that he felt Zhou An was looking for death.

These heroes, even if they are buried here, still have endless hatred for weirdness.

Even Eunuch Wei once said that at the home venue of the Gui Gathering, Eunuch Wei must be careful.

 The question about ideas was finally spoken out by the one-armed old man.

 At this time, the bridge has been formed, and it would be a disaster to keep it.

Times dare not corrode, but the sages will eventually find their home.

 The one-armed old man shook his head and said, "She couldn't do it. At that time, she was actually seriously injured."

"I have no idea."

 Easier said than done.

Zhou An touched his chin and said, "Is it the title of your era?"

 The dilapidated streets appear in this black palace, and a dull and strange look appears in the stalls on the street.

Now that he felt Zhou An's gaze, Black Jade looked over doubtfully.

 Densely packed reliefs gradually extend outward from where Zhou An stands.

“I only know that the reason why I stay here, and the mission of staying here, is because of this place, this room.”

 “If you don’t feel sad, then...”

For example, Yu Hang, whose talent once belonged to the best scholar in the world at that time.

 “City wall, it feels like a city wall.”

Just now, I almost said it was smooth.

 “Aren’t you afraid of me?” The one-armed old man’s eyes widened.

Talent is really too tempting, even if you are a person in the industry, you can’t resist it.

“But I have to do this. Even though I have forgotten a lot of things now, I still haven’t forgotten everything.”

 When something is not decided, wouldn’t it be a solution if you look for an advantage from your mother-in-law?

 At the beginning, Yu Hang talked to him about talent.

 But... Zhou An obviously refused.

The corner of the one-armed old man's mouth twitched: "You little thing, there is something wrong with your brain. I told you that you can't kill me."

 He is not a hero, but he respects heroes.

To put it bluntly, I have been here for a long time, why do I care about such nonsense?

Just now, when the one-armed old man was talking, Zhou An began to quietly calculate whether entering the room would be bad or good.

“Fear of death, it’s really interesting that you describe it as a concept.” Zhou An said with a smile.

 But now, it is so clear, spreading throughout the body.

 Isn’t it easy to get you?

He didn’t know why the one-armed old man lost his memory, but from what the one-armed old man said just now, he knew what the one-armed old man was doing.

 “I guess this is a hero’s grave.”

 Fortunately, Zhou An knows about talent.

Those reliefs, each relief is a cemetery, where a heroic epic from early ancient times is buried.

“I see, it seems that the power of time has turned everything into ashes.”

This is the grave of a hero and a remnant of ancient epics. How can we allow weirdness to exist?

 Everything around him is becoming extremely terrifying.

 You said these are talents, is it possible that they can be transformed into another talent?

 After Zhou An said these words, the one-armed old man sighed, as if he was a little regretful.

How could something strange appear in their cemetery?

There are no extra rooms or corridors here, all the rooms have been opened just to place these bones.

After the one-armed old man finished speaking, he turned around directly, as if he didn't care whether Zhou An followed, and walked into the black palace.

The one-armed old man said proudly: "Even after I leave, I will adopt you as my adopted son and make you my subordinate."

 The one-armed old man clenched his fist and said: "Those of us in the industry can also reproduce and reproduce while we are alive, and we can also provide future generations with a better environment."

Zhou An said very straightforwardly: "I think it's normal to be afraid of death, but it's not normal if you kill someone else and it's an ordinary person you've never met."

 Zhou An nodded and followed the one-armed old man.

“I only found out after fighting her that she once entered a crack in the ground in order to find the bones of her sister Qingshuangzi with a different surname.”

“It’s just that the two concepts are different.”

"kill me?"

“Although I have become a prisoner here, even the injured green clothes can’t kill me, let alone a little thing like you?”

"Afraid."

 The voice of the one-armed old man rang out in the black palace, which seemed extremely empty in this space.

“Later I found out that Luyi died, and he died earlier than me.”

　　When the Guild gathered to regain consciousness, they saw Zhou An again, with surprise in their eyes.

 If this were not the case, how could it be so straightforward?

Zhou An even had a guess.

If you can meet Zhou An today, you can meet other people next time. If Zhou An is not fooled, it does not mean that others will not be fooled.

Zhou An wanted to say what he had heard, but he didn't say anything, meaning to let the one-armed old man continue talking.

If it was Green Clothes in its heyday, I am afraid that adding this rule to the psychic space would not lead to death.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if you pull out a random person, if it is a living person, I am afraid that it is a walking ancient myth.

Thinking of this, Zhou An pondered for a moment, and then slowly spoke.

Just now, after the one-armed old man said these words, Zhou An discovered something was wrong.

 The coldness and violence of the guilds disappeared, replaced by a kind of rationality.

 “I only know that I must stay here, must be here, let everything have its traces.”

 Since saying those few words, the one-armed old man did not continue to speak, but silently led the way.

 After being able to produce so many sober things in a short period of time, she wondered if Zhou An was specifically looking for someone from the Holy Realm to kill him.

After all, she is her own daughter, so she did not resist the instinct of the coven, so she took it easily.

“But that group of people went to death to seal all the cracks. Maybe you haven’t heard of these secrets.”

 If it is true as the one-armed old man said, then the identity of this one-armed old man is self-evident.

 But there is a problem here, that is, the relief sculpture is not a living thing.

The one-armed old man said calmly: "Are they worthy of being called heroes?"

 “This matter must have started a long time ago.”

Even when Zhou An was standing here, he could feel the solemnity coming over him.

“So, this place appeared. At that time, there were not many experts left, and they could not solve it by dying, so the psychic space appeared..."

The relief is aimed at the weird, and the characteristics of the weird are instinct and violence.

When the one-armed old man heard Zhou An's words, he looked confused, and then nodded: "It's me, and I don't know why they should be carved here."

 As Zhou An spoke, the one-armed old man nodded repeatedly, as if he was satisfied with what Zhou An said.

 Relief!

At this time, the one-armed old man opened his mouth wide, as if he had seen the most incredible scene in the world.

 “The coven is…awake?”

 “Impossible!” (End of this chapter)