"Robbery?
Where did you rob this thing? "Han Sen took out the silver mutant eight sound bug egg and tossed it to Mister Yang.
Mister Yang caught the mutant eight sound bug egg. He looked at it. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "Mister … Did you really dig this up?"
"Is it not dug up or raw?" Han Sen lifted his lips.
Mister Yang found it hard to believe. Han Sen did not know land pulse skills. He had casually gone to Planet Gu Ya and dug up a dozen eight sound bug eggs. He had even dug up a mutant eight sound bug egg. That was an unbelievable miracle. If everyone was like Han Sen, all the misters would have starved to death.
For the first time, Mister Yang doubted the value of his profession. He did not know what to say.
Li Bing Yu did not believe the eight sound bug eggs had been dug up by Han Sen. She thought, "He must have contacted Qin Bai. It looks like my chance is coming."
"Old Yang, I will give these gene eggs to you," Han Sen said to Mister Yang. "Sell them for a good price. Our food and clothing will depend on them."
"Mister, it would be best if you did not sell this mutant eight sound bug egg," Mister Yang said. "Just sell the ordinary eight sound bug eggs. This mutant egg should be the treasure of our shop. With it in our shop, we will be able to attract a lot of business."
"I will leave it to you."
Han Sen was not interested in money. He only wanted enough money to live in Jade Wall City.
"Where is Wan 'er's body?"
Han Sen studied the map of Jade Wall City, but Jade Wall City was too big. It was hard to tell where the mysterious place Bai Mo was talking about was.
Han Sen bought some frozen gene race blood online. It was low-level stuff, so it did not cost much.
Because there was a quantum transport system, even if it was a few systems away, it could be delivered to a transport station. Then, a courier could deliver it.
Han Sen quickly collected a few big bags of gene race blood. He locked himself in a room.
After placing the stone box in the bathtub, Han Sen poured the blood from the refrigerated bag onto the stone box. When the blood came in contact with the stone box, the strange symbols engraved on the box suddenly lit up, releasing a cold petrifying light.
Wherever the petrifying light shone, be it metal or flesh, everything was petrified. Even Han Sen's clothes were turned to stone.
Unfortunately, this petrifying light could not do anything to Han Sen's body. Han Sen only felt a little cold, but his skin and hair did not show any signs of being petrified.
As more and more blood was poured out, the patterns on the stone box seemed to be able to absorb blood. All the blood was sucked into the patterns.
Han Sen kept pouring in bags of blood. The patterns were getting redder and redder. The petrifying light was getting stronger. When there was only one bag of blood left, Han Sen suddenly heard a "katcha" sound. The stone box opened by itself.
"I wonder what is inside." Han Sen was curious. He reached out his hand and opened the stone box. He was shocked.
The stone box contained an oval-shaped stone. It was shaped like an egg. The top had a mouth, and the sides had six holes. It was dark gray. It was clearly a stone xun.
The xun was a musical instrument. Han Sen was not unfamiliar with it. Ancient Devil's eight generals, Xiang Yin, had given Han Sen an xun. She had taught him how to play it.
It was a shame Han Sen's musical talent was average. Although he had studied it for a while, he had not achieved much. He only used it to entertain himself.
Now, seeing another xun, Han Sen held it in his hands. He felt sad. Ever since Xiang Yin had ascended, Han Sen had tried to find her. But he had never been able to find her. That was one of the biggest regrets in Han Sen's heart.
The stone box's petrifying light was gone. Han Sen stroked the stone xun and sighed. "Xiang Yin, where did you go?"
The stone xun was very old. There were no patterns on it. It was just a stone xun that did not look very beautiful. It looked a little rough.
The surface of the stone xun was not smooth. It was bumpy. It looked like something from ancient times.
Han Sen searched the stone box, but aside from the stone xun, there was nothing else.
"This is such a weird stone box. I don't think it contains anything ordinary." Han Sen looked left and right, but he could not see anything special about the stone xun.
After thinking about it, Han Sen put the stone xun next to his mouth. He wanted to play a song to see if the stone xun had any special powers.
But when Han Sen breathed into it, the stone xun did not make a sound. Aside from the sound of the wind, there was no other sound.
"Weird. Why doesn't this stone xun make a sound?"
Han Sen was shocked. He looked at the stone xun again, but he could not see what was wrong with it. The stone xun's structure was no different from an ordinary xun, and the air was not blocked. He did not know why he could not make a sound.
He put the stone xun next to his mouth again. This time, Han Sen gathered up the power of the Xuan Yellow Sutra. He put a strong presence into his breath and blew it into the xun.
"Wooo!" A very sad xun sounded. Han Sen moved his fingers and made the xun produce different sounds.
What surprised Han Sen the most was that when he moved his finger away, smoke began to come out of the hole. The smoke gathered in the air, and after a while, it became a white cloud.
"What is this?"
Han Sen stopped playing the xun. He looked at the white cloud in the air with confusion. It looked like Sun Wukong's Somersault Cloud.
Suddenly, Han Sen heard a sound come out of the white cloud. The sound was not soft, but it was hard to hear. It sounded like a woman was mumbling, but it also sounded like a Buddha was chanting.
"Who is in there?"
Han Sen frowned and threw a punch at the cloud. The cloud broke with his punch and vanished. The sound was gone, too.
"What is this thing?"
Han Sen frowned. He picked up the stone xun and played it again. Smoke came out of the hole and formed a new cloud.
Han Sen listened, and he heard the strange moaning coming from the clouds. The voice seemed to come from very far away, but it also seemed to come from very close. It didn't seem to be coming from anywhere.
Han Sen listened carefully for a while. His face changed. The cloud disappeared.
He picked up the stone xun and played it again. The cloud formed again. This time, Han Sen listened more carefully. After a while, his face looked weird.