Because the mark is called the Chaos Seal, Lanli once named the power produced by the mark the power of Chaos.

Originally, he believed that this power could not be controlled, just like its name, it was a mysterious and ever-changing existence.

But I didn’t expect that when that power merged into a person’s body, it would evolve into that strange “seed”?

Then can this kind of seed be recalled?

Lan Li, who was hiding in the corner of an unmanned cabin, stared at his left wrist. The corner of the black and white double-arc reverse cross pattern that originally existed there was a small axe sign covered by a circle, which was gray in color and quietly exposed at the edge of the wrist. As the boy looked at it, it seemed that gray mist was still rising faintly.

"Is this a case of birth?"

Lanley is not sure.

Before, he touched the quietly appeared sign with his hand, and then suddenly felt some memory images and a strange and pure thinking, which seemed to be the glove bird he had released when he was in the high court, and it seemed to be a little instinctive spirituality that existed in the "seed of power".

The spirituality is still quite resistant to himself.

However, this resistance suddenly disappeared later. Lan Li felt as if the spirituality had adapted to his existence, or rather, it seemed that he had ignored him.

Therefore, when he touched again, he did not feel any feedback from the spirit anymore, but instead heard a sentence.

"But if the war is not going well, Rodlick, you're going to cut off my head before the enemy."

...

A hazy sentence emerged in my heart, causing the boy sitting in the linen bag in the corner to squint his eyes unconsciously.

In an unmanned cabin, gray linen bags were folded around him, and the smell of wheat and dried meat filled his nostrils. His sensitive hearing allowed him to vaguely hear the noise at the port outside the cabin, telling his location at this moment-

He is still in the port area of ​​Parker Island.

The previous change in his left wrist and the sudden gaze made him flee quickly. Although these iron men began to search soon after, they did not find that the boy had already hidden in the bottom of a merchant ship moored in the corner of the port.

So although the search team passed by continuously, no abnormalities were found. Finally, when night fell, Lan Li climbed onto the unmanned ship and hid in the place that seemed to be a merchant ship warehouse.

Then, he discovered this series of changes.

Who is Rodlick? What is the situation?

Lan Li had some guesses, but at this time he had no time to pay attention to this because he found that the changes that arise after his finger touched the axe mark were not just about feeling something, but also about another feeling, that is, viscosity.

The axe marks the grey mist that rises from the surface, and the viscosity is brought about.

The feeling was like smoke visible to the naked eye that turned into substance, sticking to his fingertips when he touched it, and Renli tried to raise his fingers, so he saw the smoke rise up and eventually pulled away from the axe mark.

The mark on his wrist was no longer smoky, while Lanli's right index finger was covered with a light gray mist like a flame.

"Ancient Road?"

Lan Li was thinking as he watched the thing "burn" quietly on his fingers.

His fingers were wrapped in "fire", but no special feeling emerged. However, he faintly felt that there were waves of seemingly evil aura emitted from the "fire".

Is that killing? Desire? Violence? Or... plunder?

After observing for a while, Lanli tried to wipe the thing on the linen bag behind her, so the gray flame attached to the surface of the bag and "burned".

It just seemed like it was burning, but in fact it did not affect the bag at all. It quietly stuck there, floating silently, and seemed so weird.

“It cannot be effective against dead things.”

So he confirmed this, and the boy raised his finger and scraped the thing back, then glanced at the surroundings, staring at a sneaky mouse hiding in the corner of the bag not far from the cabin.

At this time, the sky was dim outside, and a ray of moonlight shrouded in through the narrow windows of the cabin, and the mouse was shaking its nose at the edge where the light could not be shrouded.

It didn't seem to be afraid of people, but Renley got up and tried to get close to him but still scared him away, but he didn't leave his sight.

Lan Li then took out a hard jerky fish from a wooden bucket not far away, stuck the "flame" in his hand on it, and threw it towards the wooden floor covered by the light.

A piece of jerky wrapped in gray flames burned quietly under the cold light. The boy hid in the corner and watched silently. Soon after, he saw the mouse running over sneakily, and then bit his mouth on the jerky without any concern for the "flame".

The flame suddenly rushed into the mouse's mouth, but the mouse continued to hold the jerky with his two small forelimbs without any sense, but before it could finish the hard jerky, it suddenly had a meal, and then raised its sharp head to make a squeaking scream.

Afterwards, the mouse as big as an adult began to run around the warehouse frantically, and used its claws and mouth to scratch the linen bags in the warehouse, looking extremely arrogant.

Watching all this quietly, Lan Li hugged her chest and touched her chin, narrowing her eyes slightly.

It is obvious that this gray flame can affect the target's thinking, but the behavior of the mouse seems to be different from that of the ancient Taoist road.

"Different perceptions? Or because of race?"

"Does the flame still have that kind of counter-replenishment ability?"

"Is the effect the bird originally had the same effect?"

Thinking about this, Renli thought of some of the things he felt when he touched the fist mark before, so he stretched out his finger and touched the mark on his left wrist again.

"The boy hasn't been found yet?"

A questioning statement quietly emerged from the bottom of his heart, not a sound, so no emotion was included. But while the words emerged, Lan Li seemed to have seen a thin and angular face, the black-haired middle-aged man he was looking at when he was in the port.

"What a bunch of trash."

The second statement then emerged, but was obviously not responding to the first sentence.

"Maybe he doesn't want to see us yet?"

...

Obviously, the connection between the wrist mark and the ancient Taoist will enable Lan Li to have this ability to read his host's ideas, but compared to the beginning, this kind of reading is now not one, but two.

"Squeak--"

"The weather at sea may not be very friendly to my teeth, and the Hallo family really has ideas."

"Squeak squeak—"

"war……"

"squeak--"

...

With his fingers touching his left wrist, his eyes were looking at the gray-haired mouse in the warehouse who ran around but didn't make too many screams. Lan Li was now sure that the flame that had been fed to the mouse before was indeed an ancient road.

Because except for the flashback of memory at the beginning, everything he felt from the other person was exactly the same as the first bird.

so……

Looking down at the small mark attached to the corner of the big mark on his wrist, Renli fell into deep thought.

He could vaguely sense that a stream of invisible and weak power was transmitting along the unique connection of this thing, so he guessed that the mark would breed that "flame", or "seed of ancient ways" again soon.
Chapter completed!