"I heard gunshots, but it was too late to get here."
"It should be Paul's men who found Lan Mu, but where is he? There was no blood at the scene, and if Lan Mu wasn't injured, he couldn't have been captured! "
"Lead the way, we have to catch up to him!"
After Dungar arrived, he was pulled by Fang Moqi, who hurriedly led him to the right fork.
The three of them hurriedly entered a path, but no one noticed a Lich walking out from the other fork.
"I'll be in Lich form for seven days … this is really troublesome."
Lan Mu's expression was cold and stiff.
He silently followed the three of them, using his perception to follow them from a distance of more than twenty meters.
His perception had a range of a hundred meters, and unlike the hunters, he could clearly perceive everything within a hundred meters. His spirit could penetrate any concealment, penetrate the insides of objects, and go straight to the essence.
He followed the three of them and kept changing paths. About five minutes later, a strange energy suddenly appeared in his perception.
Lan Mu stopped, feeling a desire from the depths of his soul. He turned his head and entered the wrong fork.
After walking for more than forty meters, the path suddenly opened up into a spacious stone room.
The stone room was very spacious, and in the middle was a huge pit that was two meters deep, twelve meters wide, and twenty meters long.
The pit was full of corpses, some were white skeletons, and some were merged with the dust.
Bones, rags, stone locks, and wood were all mixed together. This pit was like a white bone field, and one could imagine how many corpses were placed here.
"Sixty-four …" Lan Mu quickly calculated the number of dead.
Because in his perception, there were still black ghosts in this stone room that could not be seen by the naked eye, quietly floating in the deep pit, densely packed.
Standing at the edge of the pit, he could feel the strong aura of the dead souls in the air.
The weak souls of the dead surged toward him as if they had met a magnet, and all of them entered his body.
There were three areas in his body, one was where his soul resided, one was where the frost energy resided, and one was where the dark undead energy resided.
But now, a large number of dead souls had entered the Soul Domain. With just a thought, they would be separated into pure Soul Energy.
During this process, Lan Mu could feel the pain and despair of these souls, as well as their resentment and fear before they died.
As a Lich, in the process of collecting souls, he could witness all kinds of deaths. The huge amount of negative emotions helped him comprehend the power of death.
"So they're all slaves … The so-called Holy Land of Aztlan is just a place of sacrifice."
"It's a pity that these slaves only know that they are going to be sacrificed, but they don't know why they are being sacrificed … Their lives end with a long imprisonment, until they die of thirst and hunger …"
Lan Mu struggled to sort out the souls of the slaves. The messy information contained very few useful memories. The information of the souls of the dead was mixed with a lot of negative emotions, making Lan Mu miserable.
He expelled all the negative emotions and let them dissipate in the material world. The remaining pure souls were kept and merged into his body.
Lan Mu's soul was strengthened, and his mind became clear for a moment. The comfortable feeling that burst forth from the depths of his soul almost made Lan Mu moan.
"Absorbing souls … seems to be addictive …"
The soul was more sensitive than the body, and the enjoyment of the soul was more direct than the enjoyment of the flesh.
Not only was it refreshing, Lan Mu found that the range of his perception had increased.
The range of his perception had increased from 100 meters to a little more than 106 meters.
"It increased by 6% … So, the strength of my soul after transforming into a Lich is equivalent to the souls of at least a thousand people?"
Lan Mu tried to lift a stone, but he failed.
The stone weighed about 20 kilograms, and a normal person should be able to lift it. However, his pitiful muscles were useless, and he couldn't even lift 20 kilograms.
"Sure enough, transforming into a Lich caused my physical strength to be weaker than a normal person, but my soul was strengthened by a thousand times …"
Lan Mu recalled the contents of the Super USB Drive. A novel seemed to have said that the soul of a Lich could be stored in a container to achieve immortality.
"Can it really be done?"
Lan Mu tried to extract his soul, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his soul.
He tried to extract one-tenth of it, and saw a strange soul substance in his hand.
"My perception has decreased by one-tenth, let's try more …"
Lan Mu's soul increased, and the range of his perception kept decreasing. He endured the pain and silently counted the proportion.
"Three tenths … Four tenths … Five tenths … Six tenths … Ah!"
When there was only four-tenths of his soul left, there was finally a problem.
It wasn't a problem with his soul, but the frost energy in this body was rioting.
The cold flow couldn't help but leak out, and swept through the stone room, causing everything to be frozen with a thick layer of frost.
Feeling that the frost energy was out of control, Lan Mu hurriedly merged the extracted soul back, and the rioting immediately stopped.
"So the frost energy isn't from my soul … It's the power of this body."
Lan Mu originally thought that the body wasn't important, and it didn't matter if it was destroyed. His soul could be rehoused in another body.
But now that he thought about it, this body was the best body for his transformation ability, and it had the frost energy.
If this body was destroyed, he would be forced to change to a new one, and he would lose the frost energy.
"Let's say that an adult's soul strength is 1, then my current soul strength is 1064."
"When my soul strength was lower than 400, the frost energy went out of control, which means that even if I want to store souls, I have to keep at least 400 souls."
"But it doesn't matter. When my soul strength increases in the future, 400 souls won't be so important to me."
"I can try to store a part of my soul in a hidden place, and another part of my soul to take over someone's body."
"In this way, won't I have two bodies? Even if I'm in a forced period, I can still show my human face to others? "
Lan Mu couldn't sit still, and he was suddenly very eager to strengthen himself.
Not to mention the benefits of strengthening his soul, just the moment of pleasure made him somewhat addicted.
According to the fragmented memories provided by the souls who died here, there were many similar stone rooms in Aztlan's interconnected corridors, and these stone rooms were specially used to imprison slaves.
These slaves were sent here as sacrifices, and then for some unknown reason, Aztlan was sealed. When the sacrifices stopped, no one sent food, and so the slaves in this stone room starved to death.
"If that's the case, I should go and search for these stone rooms where the slaves are kept …"
"After I strengthen myself, I'll look for Fang Moqi …"
After making up his mind, Lan Mu went into a corridor.
Relying on his perception range of 100 meters, he found a stone room after five minutes of twists and turns, but at the same time, he could feel the vastness of Aztlan.
The corridors crisscrossed, and almost every time he reached the end of a corridor, he would be faced with three or four forks, and it was easy for ordinary people to get lost here.
Walking into the stone room, he was greeted by a black mass of souls, and this time there were more of them, a total of 86.
"This feeling is really fascinating, intoxicating …"
After absorbing the new batch of souls, Lan Mu's perception range had increased to 115 meters.
"There doesn't seem to be any side effects … Continue!"
Lan Mu walked into the corridor and looked for the next stone room.
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