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Volume 4 Mysterious Dungeon Chapter 9 The Fisherman

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    Chapter 9 Fisherman

    "Huh!" With a long sigh of relief, An Ruoran woke up from his coma.  Maybe it was because the light was too bright. He squinted his eyes and was confused for a while, and then he gradually woke up.  He vaguely remembered that at the same time he shouted "open", invisible suction force seemed to spurt out from the sky Well, then where is this place?

    This is a very pure world, even a little too pure.  Blue sky, green grass, green water everything around is so clean, so clean that it is unimaginable to appear in this devil world.  Taking a gentle breath, An Ruoran felt the fresh and moist air, and at the same time slowly propped up her body.  He looked around with some confusion, but didn't know which direction to go. After hesitating for a long time, he finally decided to follow the river downstream, and maybe he would find a few families.

    But after only walking a dozen meters, An Ruoran just turned a corner along the river and saw something that should not appear in the devil world.  It was an old man. Perhaps there was nothing strange about the old man sitting quietly by the river fishing, but what was strange was that this old man was actually wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat that were only found in ancient China.

    As if he didn't notice An Ruoran's arrival, the old man was still fishing quietly, not even interested in raising his head to look up.  An Ruoran cautiously took a few steps forward. He had already vaguely guessed the identity of the old man, but he still did not ask immediately. Instead, he waited silently. It was not until the old man caught a fish that he softly said: "Old man  gentlemen¡­¡­"

    Without answering his question, the old man took the fish off the hook and returned it to the river.  An Ruoran saw that his fishhook was empty, and quickly took out a piece of bait from the small basin next to it and hung it up for him.  Looking at An Ruoran as if nothing had happened, the old man threw the fishhook into the water again, and then returned to his sitting state.

    "Meow, how long have you been playing a game of testing?" Having read too many novels, An Ruoran certainly knew what kind of medicine the old man was selling.  But even if he was anxious, there was nothing he could do. He could only squat aside and watch. It wasn't until the old man got over his fishing addiction that he sighed with some emotion: "Thousands of mountains, birds are flying, and thousands of people are missing."  Destroyed. A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river."

    "Well, do you also know this poem?" The old man's movements suddenly stagnated, and then he threw away the fishing rod, his eyes flashing slightly.  An Ruoran smiled. He didn't know which era the other person was from, so he could only answer vaguely: "Since he is Chinese, even if he can't recite this poem, he can still read a few lines!"

    The old man was startled for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.  Before his laughter stopped, he stood up slowly, raised his hand and pointed lightly towards the river bank not far away.  In an instant, a house suddenly appeared on the originally empty river beach. The old man waved his sleeves and walked towards the house, but then turned back and shouted: "Young man, come with me!"

    An Ruoran breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had passed the test, and immediately followed the old man towards the house.  Although there was no conversation between them, he had already vaguely guessed the identity of the old man.  Apart from the "Demon God" who comes from the same plane as himself, who else can human beings be able to create a space for themselves in the demon world?  However, the old man staying here may just be his clone!

    "It seems that you already know who I am?" As if he knew what An Ruoran was thinking, the old man suddenly smiled and said lightly, "Since we are from the same plane, we are destined. Let's be honest.  You said, my real body has left here for nearly a thousand years, are you wondering why I want to leave my clone here?"

    An Ruoran nodded, this was exactly what he was confused about.  The old man smiled and sighed softly: "It's very simple. Maybe it can be understood as a mark. After staying in this plane for a long time, I inevitably have some feelings. Leaving this avatar here as a mark can also make it easier for me to travel between the two.  Between planes."

    "Between two planes?" An Ruoran was surprised. This was something he didn't expect.  The old man nodded, but showed a slightly confused expression: "But it's strange that the real body has not come back here since returning to its own plane. Speaking of which, I seem to have been in this space for nearly a thousand years  Forget it, let¡¯s not talk about this anymore, then young man, how did you enter this plane?¡±

    "This is a long story!" An Ruoran sighed. Facing this old man from the same plane as himself, he had nothing to hide, so he briefly told his experience.  The old man listened to him quietly, and suddenly smiled and said: "So, you can be regarded as a unique magic caster in this plane? Very good, I was worried that I couldn't help you, but since you are also a magic caster,  Master, it is not too difficult to return to your own plane with the help of this observation tower."

    "Hmm, you mean we can use the observation tower?" An Ruoran said.He was startled for a moment, but then he couldn't help the ecstasy in his heart.  Although he has been drifting in this world for five or six years, what he really longs for is to return to his own plane. This is the wish of a drifter in a foreign land.  In fact, if you follow what the old man said, maybe you only need to leave a clone as a mark, and you can even travel between the two planes, so you don't need to be separated from Weiya and Christine.

    But An Ruoran still feels very strange. This old man has obviously been in this tower for more than a thousand years, so how can he know the profession of magic caster? That is a title only found in France!  Facing his question, the old man just smiled faintly and said calmly: "What's so strange about this? How do you think those magic casters from the Frank Continent came to be? Isn't it because I accidentally arrived there when I was doing the plane travel experiment?  Professor¡¯s!¡±

    "What!" An Ruoran was really shocked this time. If we follow this logic, then this old man is not the ancestor of the magic caster.  But after thinking about it, he had to admit that these words did make sense. Think about it, why did the profession of magic caster suddenly appear, and why can magic casting be combined with weapon refining In this way, they are quite different from each other.  There really is a wonderful connection.

    "I understand, so since I can use this observation tower, you can also use it." The old man glanced at An Ruoran and said lightly, "Speaking of which, the effect of this observation tower can only last for 600  Nian, those demon slaves outside must be panicking now! Don¡¯t be surprised, this is a deliberate design by me. The viciousness of those demon slaves is too strong, it¡¯s better to deal with them as soon as possible. "

    An Ruoran was stunned when he heard this. He originally thought that why the "Devil God" would deliberately leave a gradually dilapidated observation tower. It turned out that the reason was to eliminate these demons.  No wonder, no wonder that the Tower of Babel in the Farland Continent can last for thousands of years without falling down, but the Observation Tower here cannot even last for a thousand years. It turns out that the real reason is a trap deliberately created by the "Demon God", and the purpose is actually  In order to destroy these demons he created with his own hands.

    "Yes, this is a trap I deliberately designed." Looking at An Ruoran's shocked expression, the old man did not hide anything and replied directly, "After I came to this plane, I slightly changed the original creatures here.  After adding modifications, we created demon slaves, which are what you call demons. It¡¯s just that these creatures are cruel in nature and will inevitably harm the world if they are released, so of course we must find a way to deal with them before leaving. But after they grow up,  Even if I want to destroy them all, it¡¯s not easy, so I just use the observation tower to create a trap.¡±

    In fact, the "Demon God" not only created the trap of the Observation Tower, but also designed Yago City, a shelter that can withstand lightning, to trigger civil strife among the demons.  An Ruoran let out a long sigh and couldn't help but admire the old man's wisdom. If he hadn't accidentally broken into this observation tower, I'm afraid the demon clan would have been completely wiped out in less than two hundred years.

    "However, since you plan to use the Falum tribe, I will not hesitate to help you." Looking at An Ruoran, the old man said lightly, "As for now, you first learn the magic casting technique from me, and master it by the way.  How to repair the Observation Tower. Don't worry, this is the plane I created. Even if you stay here for a year, it is only equivalent to one day to the outside world."

    This is exactly what An Ruoran wants, so there is no reason not to agree after hearing this.  But when he said this, the Demon Lord suddenly paused and looked at An Ruoran with a slight frown: "It's strange. Are you carrying something in your arms? Take it out for me to see. I always feel that there is something familiar."

    "Things around me?" An Ruoran was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously touched his chest.  The next moment, his heart suddenly moved slightly, and he took out the huge soul stone left by the senior of the Weapon Refining Sect.  After his refining, this Soul Stone is now less than half its size, but even this half is more than three times better than an ordinary Soul Stone.

    "This is" The old man who originally looked calm was slightly moved at this moment.  I didn't see him making any big moves, he just stretched out his hand to explore, and the Soul Stone was in his hand.  After a moment of silence, the old man suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled: "Interesting! Interesting! I didn't expect that this soul stone actually has the aura of my weapon refining sect."

    "The Weapon Refining Sect? So old sir, are you also a member of the Weapon Refining Sect?" An Ruoran was startled, and quickly told the origin of the Soul Stone.  The old man was even more surprised when he heard this, and couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "Is there such a thing? Is it possible that our weapon refining sect is destined to this plane? First I traveled here, and then other members of the sect also traveled here?"

    "I don't know if it's destined or not, but I guess your Weapon Refining Sect likes to randomly refine something, so you were bombed to this plane with a bang." An Ruoran muttered a few words in his heart, but there was nothing on his face.  Variety.  The old man marveled for a while, then turned to look at An Ruoran, smiled slightly and said: "Very good, so you can be considered half of my student Don't worry, since I said I would help you, I will definitely help you to the end!  From now on, you will temporarily live here with me until you advance to become a holy magic caster!  "

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