Chapter 693

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With the passage of time, ye Lianna's spirit, which was not much stronger than ordinary people, is increasing rapidly, and gradually transforming from quantitative change to qualitative change.

When the first crystalline solid began to form in the depths of his soul, Zhang Cheng loosened it and gently pushed it onto the sofa behind him.

For strengthening the soul, there is no more difficult, dangerous and important process than the initial cohesion. As long as we take the most important first step, it will become extremely simple later.

Of course, he spent so much energy not out of kindness or sudden discovery of conscience, but in order to better communicate with tasima. At least he would not be forced to interrupt the connection of consciousness with a little force as before.

In short, strengthening Yelena's soul is equivalent to expanding the channel behind the projection connection of the priestess's consciousness, which can make it transmit more power.

Just as Zhang Cheng was about to take a closer look at the bloody murals on the wall, MANSA suddenly opened the door and staggered in from the outside.

She was obviously a little drunk. Holding her coat in her hand, she walked to the sofa, lay down on her back and laughed nervously: "Ha ha! Dear boss, you know, just now two guys in the downstairs bar drugged their drinks and tried to drag me into the room to do something. But they never thought that I was no longer an ordinary person. I broke their third leg in less than a minute."

"Didn't make much noise?" Zhang Cheng subconsciously waved his hand to dispel the unbearable pungent smell in the surrounding air.

Although this kind of bar drugging incident is nothing new, he still doesn't understand how hungry and thirsty a guy is to be willing to touch women who stink of wine all over his body.

Not to mention anything else, just the smell exhaled from the mouth is enough to make normal people feel sick and want to vomit.

"Don't worry! Someone has helped me deal with it. These two idiots are thrown into the street and enjoy the fiercest wind from the Atlantic. As for whether they can survive, it depends on the care of the goddess of fate." MANSA opened her mouth and smiled proudly.

"Goddess of fate?" Zhang Cheng glanced at the violent wind outside the window and immediately joked with a smile: "I don't think it's a matter of luck, but the jurisdiction of the God of death. According to the current wind, even conscious and healthy adult men can hardly live for 20 minutes."

"It's none of my business! I'll blame them for their recklessness and daring to make up my mind," said MANSA

"You seem to enjoy this stressful and exciting life? But now I'll give you five minutes to wash your face and wake up your brain. Next, there's a very important work for you to complete." Zhang Cheng ordered directly.

Needless to ask, the complex and strange pictures on the wall are not as easy to understand as they seem on the surface, so he needs a professional to interpret them.

After all, this thing is not a word. It can't be read and understood by special spells such as proficient language or reading magic.

"Huh? Oh - my God! What's this!" Martha got up from the sofa with a sharp slap and stared straight ahead.

When she came in, she turned her back to the wall, so she didn't notice the murals that seemed to be smeared with blood. In addition, alcohol anesthetized her sense of smell, and didn't smell the strong smell of blood in the room.

"As you can see, this is a long picture, which is said to record the secret of gold. Your task is to decipher it before the storm is over. Remember, what I need is not that ambiguous speculation, but detailed content and evidence, okay?"

When Zhang Cheng said these words, his face was full of seriousness and seriousness, and he didn't mean to joke at all.

"Yes! I'll start working right away!"

Without saying a word, MANSA turned around and rushed into the bathroom, washed her face with cold water, then took out her digital camera and photographed the pictures on the wall one by one, ready to send them to experts specializing in the study of Inca civilization for decoding.

At the same time, ye Lianna, who fell into a semi coma due to unbearable pain, finally regained consciousness, slowly opened her eyes and stared at her hands.

In about ten seconds, a silver soul force began to emerge out of thin air and smashed the lamp on the table with a bang.

She was obviously startled by the strength she had just gained, and said to herself a little incoherently: "what's the matter with me... What's the matter with me! My brain is so confused! My head hurts!"

"Calm down! Your soul has just completed its evolution and it will take some time to adapt. But rest assured that neither your memory nor your consciousness has changed. Close your eyes and think about who you are and why you suddenly fainted." Zhang Cheng reminded expressionless.

"I... I'm Ye Lianna... I'm a spy... I... I made a deal with you! Damn it! I remember!" Ye Lianna jumped up from the sofa and trembled uncontrollably.

Because in her memory, she still retains the part occupied by tasima, even the content of their conversation.

You know, killing gods is a little too exciting for a young girl who has not yet been exposed to the underground world.

Feeling the fear and struggle in the other party's heart, Zhang Cheng slightly raised his mouth, stepped closer to his ear and said meaningfully: "it seems that your potential is quite good. You can restore the disordered memory to normal in such a short time. I think with your intelligence, you should know those things. Those things need to be stopped in your heart forever?"

"When... Of course! Boss!" Ye Lianna nodded desperately.

She knew that if she had any hesitation, she might be killed.

"Great! I just need you to do something. Here, this is a check. I've signed it. Go and buy the hotel for me."

"Buy this hotel?!" Ye Lianna took the blank check and opened her mouth in surprise.

"Yes! Not only do I want to buy this hotel! But I also need you to go to Peru to find a young girl with real Inca descent." Zhang Cheng said his next plan without thinking.

The reason why I want to buy this hotel is to keep the strange murals on the wall, or sooner or later the hotel staff will find out, which will lead to unnecessary confusion and trouble.

As a saying goes, all the problems that can be solved with money are not problems.

He doesn't mind spending hundreds of millions of dollars in exchange for some important information he craves.

Looking for a young girl of Inca descent is naturally to fulfill her promise. Whether the other party is swallowed or temporarily loses control of her body after she is occupied is not what he is interested in.