Chapter 205 The Missing Jin Chan
“Don’t forget…”
“Never forget…”
…
Chen Jinghuan Opening his eyes, the sense of urgency in his eyes turned into confusion.
He seemed to have had a rather long dream, but when he opened his eyes, there was no impression left in his mind.
Dream?
How could I still be dreaming? I could clearly observe the nightmare world.
I sorted out my mood.
Chen Jing pushed open the door and took a breath of the morning sun air, and his mood relaxed a lot.
Today is another sect grand ceremony.
I also went from being a beginner to becoming a senior.
"There are many more people joining the sect this year than the previous year, but none of them are at the level of true disciples."
Looking at the selected disciples who were 'ascended' under the eyes of everyone, Chen Jing crossed his arms, with a little aftertaste and a bit of sadness on his face.
The senior brother and second senior brother did not come back this year.
Not only that, even Teacher Xia also went to the battlefield outside the territory. Of the six true disciples of Jue Tian Peak, only Yan Jinrao, himself, and Ying Huiyin were still in Suizhou.
Of course.
Chen Jing did not let go of promoting his Zhi Zhan.
After one year of operation, Zhizhan still maintains a good number of online users, which can provide him with nearly one million contributions every month.
The dividend is twice as much as what I got when I first joined the Spiritual Beast Hall.
Of course, Spirit Beast Hall also experienced a year of expansion last year. It is no longer a small business in the past. This year, the average monthly contribution has reached 3 million, and it is still rising.
In addition, there is the profit from Changchun Weaving Office brought by Qin Mu.
Excluding miscellaneous expenses, the final income in the first half year was exactly 300 million spirit stones.
Including the half-year profit of Anning Mansion Weaving House: 70 million spiritual stones.
One year down.
Annual income of Zhizhan: 12 million contribution.
Annual income of Spirit Beast Hall: 36 million contribution.
The Weaving Institute’s half-year revenue: 300 million + 70 million spiritual stones.
The annual income of the Guanong Institute is: 600 million spiritual stones.
Round to one billion annual revenues.
He directly became a rich man who could not even imagine it last year.
Of course, there are also some unexpected expenses, such as temples and demon-slaying divisions, otherwise his actual income would be more than that.
With such a huge sum of money.
Leave about 60% of the resources to continue construction. For example, 400 million of the 600 million spirit stones from the Agricultural Research Institute have been invested in hives.
The remaining 40%, a total of 400 million spirit stones, is what Chen Jing is planning to invest in himself.
Extending the path of thick soil and establishing two institutes, one division and one temple are practices.
Absorbing miraculous elixirs and harvesting various magic weapons and treasures are also practices.
A bell sounded "Dang".
Chen Jing raised his head and saw that the Shennong Cauldron was once again displayed in front of people, blessing the new disciples.
He suddenly had an instinctive sense of omission.
Look within yourself.
The mark of the Shennong Cauldron that was originally very obvious has become much weaker for some reason.
Huh...
It stands to reason that the Shennong Seal can last for at least several decades.
Why did it become a worn model?
"Could it be that what Shen Nong Ding gave me was the youth version? It's possible, after all... After all, I used the hybrid book to get a bunch of Shen Nong's imprints."
Chen Jing wouldn't dare to do this kind of thing. Ask more.
After watching the entrance ceremony at the end.
This time, there were other sects stirring up trouble, but the Qingnang Sect was well prepared and came up with a new set of competition standards in advance.
Then...
There was no winner or loser.
Chen Jing thought that the fight was actually pretty good. He was weaker than Waizong in terms of martial arts, but he had the upper hand in the decryption aspect of the intellectual battle, and in the end they were evenly matched.
But many people seemed to be dissatisfied with this result. During the process, he heard many people mention his name.
‘Does this mean that Zhizhan will usher in another sales peak? ’
Chen Jing was secretly happy.
soon.
The ceremony is over and it’s time for exciting entertainment.
Still at the same location, he rented out a building to build a Zhizhan experience store, and this time he hired more affordable and high-quality students to run errands, and everything went smoothly.
However.
The feedback from the statue seems not to be good.
"Hey, can you get sunlight only by killing in the field?"
"I remember that wasn't like this before..."
"My loot was sealed by mistake again!"
Chen Jing's thoughts moved and his thoughts have been transferred to the statues in the realm of gods and ghosts. Hearing everyone's complaints, he was a little puzzled.
'So many low-level mistakes, how did I do it before...'
'Then who, who is it, should have an assistant, right? ’
He looked at the things around him, and various senses of déjà vu appeared in his mind, but after searching, he could not find the corresponding memory.
‘Who led me to the realm of gods and ghosts? ’
‘Who brought me to the temple? ’
‘I came here on my own? ”
I do have memories of my own past, but in my memory, I seem to be talking to someone at that time...
The sense of separation that has surfaced from time to time has reached its climax after discovering that someone is not there at this moment. Peak.
……
Time returns to the Spring Festival
Chen Jing picked up the 'passage' token thrown by Long Nu and drew a passage.
After jumping out, I suddenly felt something was wrong.
This is not any place I am familiar with.
As far as the eye can see is black water, completely still.
It was empty and lonely.
Reeds grow next to the black water, which is equally still and picturesque.
Chen Jing sensed his own state.
Everything is normal, except...
The portable magic weapon is not on me, and the token I was holding in my hand just now is also missing.
He let go of his consciousness and explored the surrounding area.
I found a dilapidated building not far away, which seemed to have traces of someone living there.
“Let’s take a look at where we are here first.”
Chen Jing raised his head, glanced at the sky without any sun at all, took a deep breath, and explored forward.
Go forward a few hundred meters and find a man-made road.
It is a stone path, paved in the black water, extending to the pavilion in the middle of the black water.
He looked closely and saw a man dressed as a scholar in the pavilion.
The scholar stared blankly at the water, motionless.
Qi-watching observation.
Chen Jing discovered that the scholar had only a faint trace of anger, which was so meager that it was not even as good as a newborn baby.
He summoned his divine consciousness and came forward.
"Brother."
called out, but there was no response.
“Brother!”
Chen Jing’s voice amplified.
Hear a noise.
The scholar slowly turned around and made a faint "eh" sound.
"Wangxiang, there are new people here again."
"This is Wangxiang? What kind of place is Wangxiang?"
Chen Jing asked in confusion.
"I forgot." The scholar shook his head and pointed to the road not far away, "The things I still remember are all over there. Go and have a look."
After saying that, he returned to his still state.
He observed the scholar for a while, followed the path pointed out, and arrived at the deserted village.
First of all, there are stone tablets engraved with messy runes. Most of the words have been rubbed away, leaving only a few complete writings.
[Loss of soul and amnesia, loss of heart and soul, it is called forgetting homeland]
[Too many, still too much]
[This way]
[Write down the key things and cross them out! 】
【Wind】
【Be careful as it moves】
【As long as there are more... it will be enough. 】
At this time, a sound came from the grass and trees, and it was heard that it was a man on all fours, crawling forward.
There was green light in its eyes, its back arched, and it suddenly pounced forward.
Puff.
Peer through it with a flying sword condensed with mana.
Chen Jing put down his spell-casting action.
"What is this?"
He walked forward and looked at the corpse left by the monster.
This monster is almost the same size as an adult, with horns on its forehead, no hair on its body, skinny and skinny
Chen Jing can hardly find any useful identity information on the other person.
(End of this chapter)