Restricted area grave keeper

Chapter 253 Returning to the Burial Ground

In Bai Mo's time, there was no such thing as taboo creatures and plants in the world, and with the passage of time, although many things in his cognition have changed, some things remain the same——

For example, Endless Grass and Dead Night Grass.

Most of Bai Mo's understanding of these things comes from a friend—maybe he is not a friend, that guy is an expert in this field, his eyes have the terrifying power to distinguish all things, and during the time we spend together, he has known many strange things .

Of course, Hei Haina was also partly responsible for this.

That friend has a lot of research on plants, so Bai Mo knows so much about Boundless Grass Seeds, and is able to avoid the overbearing rules of Boundless Grass Seeds that prohibit the growth of other plants, and use a bottle of juice to create a plant that is ordered by him. Vines serve as guards.

That's right, this is not the influence of Bai Mo's ability, but the power brought by knowledge.

"All power is the extension of all rules, and the rules are traceable. If you master the knowledge, you can leverage the rules and gain power."

——This is what that guy often said, but I didn't expect it to come in handy today.

But now that the boundless grass seed has been removed, the hand vines will naturally wither, so there is no hope, and even if the thing is still alive, it is not enough to deal with the current situation.

Bai Mo was thinking about a very serious question——

The dragon head obviously knew what he wanted, so he told him that there was dead night grass in this place.

The dead night grass lives in flesh and blood, its growth conditions are extremely harsh, and its value is naturally quite precious, so Bai Mo realized something was wrong as early as the moment he found the dead night grass in the dragon's belly.

Unless someone deliberately planted the dead night grass in the dragon's belly, it is absolutely impossible for the dead night grass to grow in the dragon's flesh and blood. Poisoning the things inside, the Dragon Clan has been extinct many times.

Obviously, that dragon head knew that there was dead night grass in its body, and it was not difficult to see that it knew about it from the fact that it firmly used it as a bargaining chip in exchange for a chance of liberation for itself.

And here's the problem -

A chained dragon head that has been out of the sun all year round and is suspected of being kept in captivity, actually knows what's going on in its separated body...

Does this mean that as early as when the dragon's body was complete, dead night grass had already been planted in its body, and it knew this very well?
In other words - is this dragon willing to use its own flesh and blood to provide a perfect growth environment for the dead night grass, or... is it someone who forcibly regards it as the soil for planting the dead night grass?
— like locking the dragon head and keeping it in captivity.

It is important to confirm that the two have very different meanings and represent completely different meanings...

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind quickly, and the effect of the dead night grass also began to play.

Bai Mo's eyes darkened, his consciousness was like salt dissolved in water, diluting and spreading out little by little, his heartbeat gradually slowed down, and the frequency dropped to the lowest, terribly weak, like a real dead body.

If Yang Yiyi didn't investigate carefully and realized that his breathing hadn't stopped, he might have panicked already.

And just as Bai Mo told Yang Yiyi, the consequence of taking dead night grass is to "disappear in pain", and he is indeed enduring intense pain at this moment.

This kind of pain is enough to tear the consciousness, making people feel like falling into the eternal night and enduring loneliness. Once they can't bear it, most of the user's consciousness will be erased, and the same is true of their own existence, until it is permanently forgotten by the world.

It is said that the seeds of the dead night grass come from hell, they are extremely rare, and it is even more difficult to cultivate. At first, they were irrigated with blood by a terrible existence, so they have this terrible negative power involving rules.

The thing more terrible than death may be to be permanently forgotten by important people.

Of course, if it can endure the erosion of the dead night grass, then this "death" will be transformed into another kind of power.

As far as Bai Mo knew, there seemed to be some people who tried to hide their own existence through the dead night grass, so as to avoid disasters—such as escaping from that war.

It's just because those who succeed will be forgotten by the world, and will not be remembered until they meet again, so Bai Mo doesn't know whether those people have succeeded, or even whether there is such a group of people.

That would be a blank space in history.

However, such existences often have extremely terrifying strengths, and it is unknown whether they have survived to this day. If they survived to this day, it would be an interesting thing when they appeared.

The reason why Bai Mo took the dead night grass was of course not to use it to erase the traces of his own existence, so as to avoid the crisis in front of him, but to restore part of his own strength.

The ability of Dead Night Grass fits perfectly with his own "nothing" power. Once the connection can be discovered, his dry power will be rejuvenated as if being irrigated by spring water - this is what the friend of Bai Mo once proposed conjecture.

In addition to being keen on studying plants, that guy likes to study him in his spare time, and has made all kinds of bad assumptions.

It is not difficult for Bai Mo to endure pain and loneliness, so he is not afraid of the influence of the dead night grass, after all, he has always walked this way.

But if you want to find the connection between Wu's power and the dead night grass...it's a bit difficult, after all, he has never tried this kind of thing.

And Bai Mo always feels that the appearance of the four-leaf clover is like someone giving a pillow when he is dozing off. It seems that it has been arranged long ago, so does it mean...someone is looking forward to the recovery of the part of his power that he doesn't have, and even all this is "that guy' or even "that group of guys" arranged?
...In this case, why did he fulfill other people's wishes?

The pain caused by the dead night grass is different from ordinary pain. It is like the sharpest water knife. While cutting your consciousness, it will also continuously dilute your consciousness. All memories will become blurred and you will gradually forget who you are.

This is also the first step to disappearing from the world.

Generally speaking, coma and loss of consciousness are one of the easiest ways to deal with pain, but the pain caused by the dead night grass will not decrease with the blurring of consciousness, on the contrary, it will only get heavier——

It's like Ling Chi.

The more your flesh and blood are separated, the more the pain will increase.

And when you are naked and only a skeleton remains, then you will sink in the most terrible pain, until you are forgotten by the world and the world.

At this time, in addition to the strong enough self-awareness, the assistance of external objects is also needed.

Dragon meat is one of the best auxiliary medicines.

The strength of the dragon's physical body is world-renowned, both in terms of strength and recovery ability, it is one of the best existences, and after eating dragon meat, not to mention immortality, it must have the effect of prolonging life.

Dragon meat belongs to yang, which coincides with the yin of dead night grass, and has a certain effect of exploring falsehood, and can restore the body and consciousness.

It's just that the nature of dragon meat is too strong, it's too late to take it directly, and it may directly disrupt the effect of dead night grass, so dragon meat powder that has lost most of its nutrition is actually a good choice.

Take a little each time, just to the extent that it can barely neutralize the dead night grass. This will not only protect the consciousness of the user, but also not disturb the efficacy of the dead night grass. Everything is still up to the user's will power to decide.

This is why Bai Mo told Yang Yiyi to only feed herself dragon meat powder when her eyes turned black.

When Bai Mo was enduring the pain, Yang Yiyi, who was by his side, felt quite complicated.

She never expected that her fake charms were selling well, and she didn't know why she suddenly came here to help someone "take care of the funeral", and this person happened to be the chief culprit that caused her to end up like this, a rather annoying character of.

With a silent sigh in her heart, Yang Yiyi glanced at Wuyu who had closed her eyes in the distance from time to time, ready to take out the charm and run away at any time, for fear that he would wake up suddenly.

She has already made a decision in her heart, Wuyu is so terrible, once this guy wakes up, she will run away immediately, regardless of this guy's life or death, so as not to drag her back.

Time passed by every minute and every second. Although Bai Mo's breath was weak, he seemed to be dead several times, but fortunately, he never really stopped.

Yang Yiyi was dissatisfied, but she paid close attention to Bai Mo's eyes of "dead eyes". Once the eyes of the other party appeared thick black, she would carefully pour the dragon meat powder into his mouth until the black just disappeared.

But there is one thing to say, such a person with wide-open eyes who can't move his eyes can still chew on his own mouth after pouring things into it. Apart from looking horrifying, it's also quite funny.

Yang Yiyi waved his hand in front of Bai Mo's eyes, but the latter didn't respond.

Seeing this, she lightly flicked the other person's forehead twice again, seeing that he still didn't respond, she couldn't help but increase her strength a little bit, and thought viciously in her heart, these brains collapsed as her own.

But she always pays attention to proportion, the force is very light, not too much, because she doesn't know whether this will affect Bai Mo, and it will be bad if she accidentally hurts the other party.

In this way, after a few simple revenges, she quickly put away her playfulness and waited silently.

Not long after, half of Bai Mo was once again occupied by a thick black, she quickly fed the dragon meat powder, and was relieved until the black faded.

"I don't know when this guy will wake up, don't die..."

She frowned slightly.

……

Since he doesn't intend to follow some people's wish to restore Wu's power, then Bai Mo can only restore another power in his body, and he already has his own method for this -

He once went to the burial place by accident while he was asleep, and he still remembers that feeling to this day, but now he can use this subtle state to try it out.

Besides, he was quite concerned about the situation of the coffin. Now that the gods and hell are out of their minds, and there is no time to focus on other things, the burial place should not be exposed. This is a good opportunity.

Bai Mo recalled a little bit, the reason why he was dragged to the coffin at the beginning was because he was cursed in front of Xia Yuxi's door.

In my impression, it was a corpse that would leave mud footprints, and the mud footprints were all a cover. As long as someone heard three long and two short knocks on the door, it seemed that they would be pulled into the burial ground and locked in a coffin.

Once you die in that place, you will usher in real death.

"Curse..."

The pain brought by the dead night grass is tearing up Bai Mo's consciousness bit by bit, as far as the eye can see is a boundless deep darkness, time and space have no concept here, it seems that a moment has passed, and it seems that countless years have passed .

Bai Mo didn't know where he was.

He has been alone all this time, without anyone to speak to, and can only silently endure this terrible torture like Ling Chi.

Dead Night Grass deserves to be Dead Night Grass.

Even if you are as strong as white ink, there is no guarantee that you will never get lost in this kind of sinking.

However, even though the pain was abnormal, he still remained awake, and there was a grain in the darkness that guided everyone to realize the fire. Instead of sinking, he was able to control this strange state, endured the severe pain, and began to recall and imitate when he was pulled The feeling of being buried in a coffin——

He's restoring that curse.

As the most terrifying taboo, few people know that the black shadow under Bai Mo's feet is the shadowy thing bearing the curse, which is extremely terrifying.

Sometimes when I think about it, he might indeed look more like an out-and-out evil person than a god radiating radiance all over his body.

Bai Mo secretly smiled.

There is no concept of time passing in the darkness. He didn't know how long he had been waiting, trying to get close to that feeling, and the pain continued.

It is clear that he has already matched the power of the dead night grass, as long as he wants to, he can absorb it at any time, and use it as the kindling that ignites the "power of nothingness", thereby restoring the power of nothingness.

But he didn't do that.

Wu's power is not stable, nor does it completely belong to Bai Mo himself, otherwise, he would have unreservedly used this power as early as when he was fighting the God of Destiny.

Besides...

Even if there is only a slight possibility, he will not follow the path arranged for him by others.

Under such persistence, the power of the dead night grass turned into a water knife, cutting "flesh and flesh" inch by inch, and his consciousness seemed to have truly become a skeleton that was completely cut off and executed without protection.

The pain caused by every round of the dead night grass's strife penetrated deep into the bone marrow, as if it could make the soul tremble.

The boundless darkness gradually shrunk, turning into a black ball that just trapped Bai Mo. He couldn't even relax his body, and completely lost his freedom while being alone.

Time seemed to stand still completely.

There is no time, no space, only solitude.

Such torture is enough to drive anyone crazy.

In the belly of the dragon, Yang Yiyi looked at Bai Mo's eyes completely filled with black, and his trembling body, clenched the bottle tightly, with deep worry on his face.

Doesn't even dragon meat powder work...

Just when she was at a loss

Suddenly, the blackness in Bai Mo's eyes slowly receded, and the painful expression on his face also relaxed.

At the same time, in Bai Mo's consciousness, the black ball surrounding him slowly dissipated, and a dark path appeared before his eyes without any warning.

He felt relieved, knowing that he had succeeded, no longer hesitated, and directly set foot on the path.

Of course Bai Mo remembered this road——

It was a very long, deep path, with no end in sight, and the front was pitch black, and all the light seemed to be swallowed up.

There were two rows of people standing on both sides of the path, one after the other, shoulder to shoulder, like a human wall, extending into the darkness along with the path, all of them looked numb, like cold corpses.

Bai Mo walked slowly on this path. Every time he moved a step, the necks of those people would twist an inch. Their movements were extremely stiff, and their eyes remained on him all the time.

...It is exactly the same as the feeling of walking this road for the first time because of the curse.

When he turned his head, there was no way out behind him.

The place I just walked by seemed to be erased out of thin air, and the two rows of figures disappeared, leaving only two densely packed rows of unnamed tombstones standing in the air, inexplicably desolate.

With no retreat, he could only keep moving forward, walking into the unknown darkness ahead.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear some sounds, very noisy, there were cries, singing, whispering, cursing, and extremely miserable screams.

All the voices came from both sides, and seemed to come from the mouths of those corpse-like guys, but they clearly didn't speak.

Everything is the same as before.

Bai Mo couldn't see anything, but a blurry picture was reflected in his mind again.

It was a scene of broken walls and ruins. There were countless corpses lying on the ground, most of them were mutilated, and their eyes were wide open, as if they were dying.

The mountains and plains are endlessly red, blood and fire blend, and the whole picture keeps floating, just like the reappearance of the old scene.

Bai Mo was indifferent.

Even though he has awakened, he still can't remember some things clearly, but this does not affect his judgment——

Just keep going.

He just walked on like this, without any emotion, extremely indifferent, and completely became another person.

No matter how terribly the screams were, no matter how horrific the scene was, he never stopped, but kept walking into the darkness, towards the path leading to nowhere.

Gradually, I don't know how long it took.

All the screams disappeared, and the tombstones on both sides disappeared.

The air was terribly quiet, and all those innocent and tragic corpses were hidden, but they didn't seem to disappear, but were hiding in the dark and watching him secretly.

In the dead silence, there was a little light suddenly in the darkness ahead, Bai Mo looked disappointed, but his pace involuntarily quickened a little.

As the road widened, he stopped, seemingly in a daze.

Same as last time.

He first heard a burst of laughter, and then saw a gorgeous white stage.

There are red round tables under the stage, the carpet is red, and the chairs are also red. It looks like a wedding scene, very festive.

But the whole stage showed a strange whiteness, and the curtain hung down like a huge shroud, blocking the cruelest scene.

This time, without any hesitation, he walked straight to the stage and opened the curtain fiercely.

There was nothing behind the curtain.

Bai Mo didn't know how to describe his mood, neither the joy of relief nor the expected sadness.

Perhaps it was because he was too eager, the next second, the stage shattered, and his eyes were once again pitch black.

There was an unpleasant smell coming from the tip of his nose, and when he raised his hand, what he touched was a cold and hard wooden board——

It's a coffin.

Bai Mo knew that he had successfully arrived at the burial place.

(End of this chapter)