Looking at the mysterious boy who led him away from the natural disaster storm, Ling Zhan was filled with doubts.

He didn't understand why the little boy appeared and why he wanted to save his life.

What is the "business" he talks about?

"What's your name?" Mo asked at this moment.

"Spiritual Warfare."

"Well, that's not important. What's important is do you want to make a deal with me?"

Looking at Mo, who has a serious expression and is good at teaching, Ling Zhan doesn't understand what value he has for trading now.

"I don't understand."

"It's okay if you don't understand. The important thing is that as long as you sign a contract with me, you will have a future with unlimited potential, which includes repairing your broken body."

Looking down at the body without arms, Lingzhan couldn't help but shake his head:

"I'm worthless."

"No, you are of infinite value in my eyes. Maybe you don't know what was integrated into your forehead just now. It is a miraculous artifact called the Holy Spirit Consciousness Library. I don't even need to instill knowledge into you. It has been stored inside.

Knowledge can benefit you endlessly.”

After listening to Mo's explanation, Lingzhan suddenly remembered the strangeness in his body just now.

"Want to know how to develop and use the Holy Spirit consciousness library? I can teach you."

"If this thing is so important, why don't you just kill me and take it away?"

Facing Ling Zhan's question, Mo stretched out his hand and rubbed Roududu's cheek, and said with a slight helplessness:

"I am quite special. I am not my true body now. My true body is not compatible with miraculous artifacts. I cannot use such artifacts at all, so I can only use another way to utilize these artifacts."

After saying that, Mo Wang looked at Ling Zhan and said curiously:

"I just seemed to feel that you were determined to die. Is there anything you can't think about? Do you need me to enlighten you?"

Ling Zhan heard this and shook his head.

At this moment, Mo took a step forward and once again put his finger on Ling Zhan's forehead.

For an instant, Ling Zhan's long hair was dancing in the wind, and then his head started to tingle.

The severe pain became more and more intense. Just when Ling Zhan thought that his sea of ​​consciousness was about to collapse, Mo withdrew his finger and a smile appeared on his face:

"I thought it would be a big deal if the truth collapsed and was abandoned."

"You read my memory?"

"That's right. Your memory is very short, so I can read it very smoothly. If it were those guys with long lifespans, I wouldn't dare read it like this. It would cause damage to my clone that is difficult to heal."

With that said, Mo came and sat down next to Ling Zhan, grinning and saying:

"Now that you have discovered that your race is the final destination, it is not too late, but have you ever thought about changing the future of your race?"

Hearing these words, Ling Zhan couldn't help but be stunned:

"What's the meaning?"

"In the past, you firmly fought for the Mist Tribe. In the future, you can also fight for the rise of your race. You can completely erase the old order that you hate, lead this ethnic group to continue to develop, and even become more powerful than the Mist Tribe.

powerful……"

After listening to Mo's explanation, Ling Zhan's gloomy eyes gradually brightened.

"what should I do?"

"What you do is your business. I can only point you in one direction. The most important thing now is that you will die if you don't receive treatment. Do you want to sign a contract to repair your body first?"

"What happens if I don't sign?"

"I will never save you if you are waiting to die. I will even spit on you after you die and waste my time." Mo said frankly.

Spiritual warfare:……

Due to excessive bleeding, Ling Zhan's head already felt dizzy.

He knew he couldn't hold on much longer.

But because of Mo's guidance, hope was rekindled in the originally dead heart.

Why should our psychic tribe be a subordinate force and not have a future of our own?

At this time, Mo, who was carrying a schoolbag, waved his hand and an ancient scroll was spread out in front of him, with ancient words starting to appear on it.

When the text filled the entire scroll, Mo handed the scroll to Ling Zhan, then reached out and pointed towards Ling Zhan's forehead, and suddenly a large amount of information poured into Ling Zhan's mind.

Lingzhan suddenly found that he could understand the words on the ancient scroll.

The mysterious text on the scroll is not a coherent sentence. Each text contains a large amount of information, as if the contents of the entire book are compressed into one text.

There are a lot of clauses on the scroll, among which there are mainly three rules and restrictions.

1. The task signer and the task issuer must not harm each other. If they violate the task content, they will be sanctioned by the rules.

2. The task issuer will have an opportunity to unconditionally command the task signer in the future (the time is customized by the task issuer). This order has no restrictions. Even if the task issuer requires the task signer to make a decision, it must not be violated, otherwise it will be subject to the rules.

sanctions.

3. This task is supervised by rules. All traces will be automatically erased when the task is completed, and both parties will no longer be restricted.

Mission Release: Mo

Task signing:

…

"Don't worry, I won't let you commit suicide. As long as you sign this contract, you will have an infinite future. What are you still hesitating about?" Mo Zai added at this time.

After carefully analyzing the contents of the contract, Ling Zhan chose to nod after being silent for a long time.

"Sign it with your blood, and then we will be good friends." Seeing Ling Zhan nod, Mo couldn't help but smile.

"I have no hands."

"It's really troublesome, then let's repair your body first..."

Half an hour later, Mo had left and Lingzhan stood up.

He lowered his head and glanced at his fully recovered body. What he had just experienced seemed like a dream.

Touching the golden mark lines on his forehead, he knew that he had been reborn.

But he felt that he could not return to the Mist Clan now because he could not give a reason for his body to heal itself. He understood the principle of harboring a treasure.

As a foreigner, his adventures will only make the Mist tribe want to kill him.

But he knew that he would eventually return to the Mist Clan, otherwise he wouldn't even know the way back to the Psionic Clan.

Just not now.

Thinking of this, Ling Zhan looked at the dense jungle at the end of his sight.

…

For the next three months, Lingzhan chose to live in seclusion in the jungle three kilometers west of the resource area.

Except for solving problems such as food, he spent the rest of his time swimming in the infinite sea of ​​knowledge in the Holy Spirit's consciousness bank.

Through the knowledge left behind by the previous master "Tianduo Clan", Ling Zhan realized that the world was so vast and that they were only on one level of the domain world.

After his horizons were opened, Ling Zhan's desire to rise up the psionic race became stronger.

Among the many inherited knowledge left by the Tianduo clan, there are countless ways to change the future of the psionic clan.

Finally, three months later, Ling Zhan returned to War Town.

But before leaving, he created many scars on his body, tore off his arms, and then used the method left by the Tianduo tribe to disguise the wounds.

And hide the golden mark on his forehead.

This is done to confuse the Mist Tribe.

Being worthless, he is also no threat to the Mist Tribe.

Only in this way will the Mist Tribe send him back to the tribe in the name of a retired foreign soldier.

The plan undoubtedly succeeded.

When they learned that spiritual warfare had returned, the management and city owners of the foreign legion were extremely surprised.

At this time, spiritual warfare obviously has no use value, but he once made considerable military exploits for the Mist Tribe.

Foreigners are foreigners after all, but foreign warriors like Ling Zhan are already far above the level of foreign enslavement.

No accident, Ling Zhan was eventually forced to retire.

After staying in the small war town for a month, he followed the team transporting supplies back to the Mist King City.

In the end, he was taken back to the Psionic Clan by his tribe.

When he returned to his hometown, he was warmly received by his tribe.
To be continued...