Chapter 740: I am his fan

"By the way, senior, there is something like a black corpse on this island. Is that a puppet made by senior?" Shen Lang asked.
"Yes, but it's just an experiment. The puppet can be driven by the corpse clock, but it needs a lot of souls to move freely. If you want that puppet, I can teach you how to control it." Skeleton said.
"Oh, but I won't worship seniors as a teacher." Shen Lang shrugged and said, he would not avoid issues of principle.
If the old man knew that he had worshipped someone else as a teacher, he would probably break his leg.
"Ahem! Your kid..." Skeleton coughed repeatedly, then sighed: "Fine, let's count your kid luck."
Skeleton told Shen Lang how to control the mummy.
It turned out that the small brass clock was called the corpse clock.
In fact, to control the corpse, the method is relatively simple, as long as one's own blood is dripped on the magic talisman of the corpse brain and the magic talisman of the corpse clock in turn, and the mind can be integrated with the corpse.
Shaking the clock to drive the corpse can give the corpse some simple commands, such as letting the corpse kill someone in front of him, but it cannot control the corpse's actions as one wishes.
"Senior, why do the natives on this island know this control method?" Shen Lang asked curiously.
"That group of savages? Humph, it's probably because I peeked at me to drive the puppets before. The method has been passed down." Skeleton hummed.
Shen Lang suddenly felt that the puppet technique was very mysterious. Although the corpse clock can only give some simple commands to the corpse, it is also equivalent to a very hanging killing machine. It is amazing to be able to use this corpse clock to do this. Technique.
"Boy, in fact, my puppetry is far from home. The mysterious seals and control spells of the puppet are not made by me, but there are a few in the ancient puppet scroll, and I use them easily. That's it. The ability to create that puppet ancient scroll is definitely a talent for weeping ghosts!" Skull exclaimed.
No wonder Shen Lang felt that the rune paper was so wonderful, it turned out to be from an expert. Although Shen Lang is not a Huajing Wuxiu, he feels that Huajing Wuxiu should not be able to do such high-end things.
These things are too far away from him, Shen Lang said to Skeleton: "If Senior has nothing else, Junior will leave first."
Seeing that Shen Lang was not interested in puppet art at all, Skeleton was a little upset, feeling that he was playing the piano to the cow.
"Hmph, your kid really doesn't know the goods! Nothing, I have one last request, would you like to help me?" Skull asked.
"What's the requirement?" Shen Lang hurriedly asked.
He felt that this skeleton man was pretty good, and he had another puppet. If it is not a difficult requirement, he should try his best to help others.
"I haven't been in the sun for thousands of years, so move me out of this dark place and let me bask in the sun." Skeleton said immediately.
"Okay." Shen Lang nodded immediately. I thought it was so simple.
Soon, Shen Lang picked up the skeleton and walked out of the cave.
The poisonous insects in the cave were raised by the skeletons before they were alive, in order to prevent outsiders from disturbing them.
These poisonous insects don't even need to eat, they can survive by absorbing the rich clear air from the cave.
There was a blood stain at the entrance of the cave, and a large number of poisonous insects were eating the bodies of the native cannibals, and almost no one survived.
The scene is a bit horrible, many people have been eaten up completely and turned into a pile of bones.
These poisonous insects have multiplied for thousands of years and have not eaten anything. When they encounter a flesh-and-blood human or beast, it is like a demon seeing a beautiful woman, and they rush to eat and bite.
It may not be long before this island will become a world of poisonous insects.
Shen Lang circulated the magical scriptures, shot out the body-protecting gas, and passed through the hole densely covered with poisonous insects.
Although the skeleton can't see it, it can also detect the scent of gong.
"Body guarding Qi? Lin Haitian Mountain also only has a few mental methods that can release body guarding Qi, offensive and defensive. Boy, I don't know which kind of cultivation you are doing?" Skull asked curiously.
"Shen Zhaojing." Shen Lang replied.
"That's it! Boy, I look down on you, you can also practice to the fifth level with such a difficult mental technique as the Gods of the Scriptures." Skeleton said.
Shen Lang was a little curious, and couldn't help asking, "In addition to the divine scriptures, what kinds of mental methods can be like me?"
"Hmph, as far as I know, several top mental methods, such as Yi Jin Jing, Nine Sun Magic Art, Bei Ming Magic Art, and Tai Xuan Jing, can integrate Gang Qi offense and defense." Skull said nonchalantly.
"Oh." Shen Lang responded. In this way, the magical scriptures he cultivated, even in the martial arts sacred place like Linhai Tianshan, were considered one of the top mental methods.
When encountering the sunlight outside, the skull made a "sizzling" sound, with a trace of white gas.
Shen Lang was shocked and immediately said: "Senior, your soul cannot stand the sun's burning, it will dissipate."
"Hmph, after so many years, my three souls and six souls have long been merged into one, and it is normal for my soul to be destroyed. Anyway, I have lived enough, let me enjoy this burning pleasure for the last time." Not only was the skeleton not afraid , But also laughed freely.
Seeing the white smoke on the surface of the skeleton, the spirit will soon dissipate, and Shen Lang's expression is slightly complicated. It turned out he was begging to die.
Shen Lang fulfilled his wish and walked out of the cave, the scorching sun shone on the skeleton.
Skeleton screamed comfortably, this feeling was like burning the skin with fire, and at this moment he felt that he had regained his body.
When the skeleton was about to die out, he suddenly said to Shen Lang: "Boy, the author of the ancient puppet scroll I admire most in my life is the author of the ancient puppet scroll. His name is the dead bones. If you can meet him in the future, can you give me something? Let me tell you that I am his most loyal fan..."
"Okay!" Shen Lang scratched his head, then said with a serious face: "If I can meet that person in my life, I will definitely help you pass it on."
It seems that this senior is really obsessed with puppet art to a certain level.
As soon as the voice fell, a white smoke evaporated from the skull's head and dissipated in the sky.
It was a acquaintance anyway, Shen Lang found a place to bury the skeleton.
Poisonous insects are everywhere on the island. This alien species is too tyrannical and will soon be able to clean the animals on the island. Sooner or later, it will become a world of poisonous insects.
The stone chamber in the cave is indeed an excellent place for cultivation, but it is not very useful for Shen Lang. He can practice by taking Lingjing.
As for the spirit stone mine on the seabed, Skeleton had also told him that the most central area had been dug out, and the spirit stone and spirit crystal could hardly be found.
Ordinary spirit stones were too tasteless, and Shen Lang gradually lost interest in mining.
When he arrived at the place where the mummy was hidden before, Shen Lang dug up the mummy and took the corpse clock out of the storage bag.
Biting his finger, he dripped blood onto the surface of the black rune paper on the dry corpse brain and the rune paper of the corpse clock.
A layer of gray light appeared on the surface of the talisman paper, gradually absorbing Shen Lang's blood.
In an instant, Shen Lang felt that his thoughts and the mummy had a trace of communication.