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Chapter 247 Fruit Forest
Basho carried Ning Luo and plunged into a deep tree hole.

The mist whistled past his ears, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already a strange dream.

The wind is blowing all over the country, the trees are dense, the fruit forests and mirages in the strange dream are generally quiet, and there is no one to watch them at all.

Ning Luo looked around and saw the green dates on the fruit tree at a glance.

It's just that the green jujubes on the tree are covered with white spots, it looks like they are immature, and they are not ready for cooking.

Ning Luo didn't know whether unripe green dates could be eaten.

But he knew he couldn't do anything.

The trip to the volcano not only allowed Ning Luo to step into the cultivation of gods, but also gave him an insight into a rule - weirdness is not necessarily made by people.

The sly king of the volcano is Xuanmu, which was also transformed from the monument of meritorious deeds of ancient Cangming.

The weirdness of the medicine forest, why can't it be these spirit trees?
This is also why, the traverser will not kill without thinking without knowing the current situation.

If Wei Wei is not a person, but a spirit tree, then the murderous act of the traverser will definitely make Wei Wei vigilant and wake up from the dream, and finally incur a murder for themselves.

Ning Luo understood very well in his heart, so he stood still for the time being.

The top priority is to collect information, because Ning Luo has been to the old Wucheng, and knows how to distinguish the strange from the passer-by.

If it is a human, NPC will only follow the inherent behavior pattern, and only the truly weird can answer fluently.

However, Ning Luo didn't see anyone.

Ning Luo lowered his footsteps, pretending to be calm, and walked through the fruit forest.

On the one hand, he was guarding against waking dreams, but on the other hand, he was still bowing his head in deep thought.

"nobody"

"Thanks to Dongyou, I should be able to glimpse some of Cangming's past."

"So not seeing anyone may not mean that the destiny has failed, but that there are no people in this forest."

Ning Luo recalled what happened in the first two strange lands, and thought about what he saw when he came.

In fact, the process of entrance to the strange land is not his privilege, but a short journey that all traversers will go through.

The entrance to the smithy is the Black Ore Terrace floating above the lava.

The entrance to the mine is a ferry made of crimson silt and dead bones.

The entrance to the forest field is a swamp of yellow leaves and a piece of dark plantain.

This point is no different from what Ning Luo saw.

It's just that they couldn't see those old mirages when they stepped into the strange world.

Most of the others felt that the process of entering the strange world was due to the "game mechanism".

Because the Underworld is a dungeon that is invaded by gods and ghosts, and its selling point is horror, so it is only natural to exaggerate the horror atmosphere before entering the game.

The strange dream is like a werewolf killing, if the dream is not solved within the time limit, the traverser will be hunted and killed strangely in the state of a useless person.

Ning Luo's palm was held empty, and the divine way loomed.

Unlike Lu Chuan and everyone else, he will not be weakened in Wei Meng.

Because his divine way does not borrow the power of ghosts and gods, but comes from the Cangming Dao Artifact that can radiate to both real and imaginary worlds at the same time.

So the entrance to the Paradise is really just a game mechanism to render the atmosphere?

Impossible!

Others can't see the old mirage, so what is the meaning of its existence?
The deep forest was quiet, and Ning Luo's inspiration suddenly emerged.

"Is there a possibility?"

"The entrance to the Paradise is an existence, such as the guidance of the saint?"

"It was a force in the gray mist that deliberately drove me to a strange place."

"Then she must have a special purpose in doing so."

"This answer, perhaps, comes from a strange realm."

It is often said that the end of science is theology.

Because people cannot explain some unknown and mysterious phenomena, they can only attribute it to the so-called gods.

And the game mechanism is the same.

The design logic of the matrix cannot be so lightweight.

So every journey, every strange place, has its purpose of existence.

The reason why the forge secretly buried the black ore was because the deacon wanted to save the fire spirit beads because of his greed.

Why did the mine and Wucheng have those exaggerated achievements, and why did Chi Qian quarrel with others, all because of a useless reputation.

If the change is not the wish of all things, but has a root cause.

The reason for Lintian's strange change, presumably, was due to laziness.

What are the seven emotions and six desires, the seven sins of the Bible, the five poisons of Buddhism, and the five decays of heaven and man?
There are many concepts that can be identified, so it is impossible for Ning Luo to substitute the status quo of the deceitful realm into them to classify them.

But at least, the cause of Guo Lin's crime was witnessed by Ning Luo.

Because of this dense forest, no one prunes the branches.

It is well known that the growth of the terminal buds of plants inhibits the development of lateral buds, so if trees want to grow better, they have to rely on pruning.

And for fruit trees, redundant old branches will also consume more nutrients.

So if you want more harvests, pruning is also indispensable.

Since the holy fruit can be sold as far as Wucheng, its importance to the Eastern Territory goes without saying.

But now there is no fruit grower management, which shows their slack.

Ning Luo suddenly stopped.

He looked around and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I'm back again, the map is looping."

It is easy to judge the orientation of the unpruned fruit forest.

Because even the dead branches and leaves on the ground are left unattended, so the traces of Ning Luo's passing can be seen at a glance.

If a human being is blindfolded, it is almost impossible to walk in a straight line.

No matter how carefully you control it, the trajectory of walking will be more and more deviated.

But Ning Luo deliberately chose two side-by-side trees, kicked away the dead leaves on the ground, and now, he returned to the original point.

At this time, he has to use his innate skills that have been imprinted on his DNA even though he hasn't used them for a long time—to solve the tricky situation from the perspective of the teacher's intention.

"Others who step into the strange dream will probably change directions aimlessly until they find a human race who can ask questions, so as to seek clues."

"But they couldn't find it."

"Because within the scope of this dream, there are probably no human races."

"Then the dreamer may become anxious because of this. They are eager to break the situation, but they waste too much time finding someone."

"The longer the time, the more dangerous Weird Dream will be, because Weird will gradually remember his identity and enter the state of lucid dreaming."

"Those dreamers who are helpless may choose to make a hysterical riot in the end."

"Doing so will indeed greatly increase the risk of being hunted, but it is also a good strategy for them who are already at the end of the road."

"But it won't be that simple if you want to break the game."

"If I am also a bad plan with no conscience, then I will let the foolishness of the dreamers cause them more suffering!"

Ning Luo rubbed his chin, his vision gradually lowered.

The simplest and most brutal way to destroy this fruit forest is undoubtedly to set fire to the trees.

The traveler would think that when the fire spreads and burns the entire fruit forest, no matter what, the dream will be shattered.

What if, wouldn't it?

Ning Luo stared at the soil under his feet, and had an answer in his heart.

"If Weird Dreams won't be destroyed by mere fires, it means that the source of the disaster is mostly hidden underground."

"If the reason for the fall of the Eastern Territory is slackness, then the weirdness here may have a similar nature."

Just like the worker deacon in the blacksmith factory turned into a group of rats with naked eyes.

Just like Chiqian and his ilk in Mine Wucheng, they have turned into mocking birdmen.

Ning Luo was gearing up, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He already knew the solution to this strange dream.

From the old fruit forest and medicine fields to today's Wanku Mire, the process is already obvious.

Since the cause of the crime is laziness, there is no one in the forest.

That means that the object of the treachery is some kind of creature in the forest.

Even setting fire to the forest can't kill it, but it will wake it up.

So this kind of creature must live underground, and most of them have the habit of hibernating.

"Coincidentally."

"The reason why the fruit and pesticide farmers in the Eastern Region are slack is probably because of the miracle of the saint."

"Because in the Cangming Realm, you only need to offer prayers to the statue of the saint to get rewards. According to the conversations of the residents of Wucheng, the conditions and harvests of the respective rewards in the five regions of Cangming, east, west, north, south, and north are determined by the gods of the five directions. Let's decide."

"As for the Eastern Territory of Muxing"

"Obviously, welfare is a sacred fruit and medicine that can be picked locally, and most of the objects they get through prayer are wood spirit beads."

"Or an item with a similar function."

"I think the reason why this fruit grove can grow holy fruit is the effect of the spirit bead in the final analysis."

"Fruit farmers don't need to take care of the fruit forest at all, they only need to bury the wood spirit beads in the soil."

"Then the jujube tree will naturally bear holy fruit for the fruit growers to pick."

The holy fruit elixir of the Eastern Region has never been a special product of Cangming, but comes from the Taoism of the saint, and comes from miracles!

That way, everything would make sense.

The wood spirit beads buried in the soil will be swallowed by the creatures underground.

And they gradually grew in silence, until the sky was filled with gray mist and disaster came to the world.

They may have swallowed the human race here, or they may have replaced the natives of the fruit forest, becoming the overlord of this area.

The closest answer Ning Luo could think of was the python.

The reason why it is not a worm is because the worms can eat away at the trees, and it is bound to attract the attention of the fruit growers.

Snakes hibernate in hollow tree trunks, burrows, and rock crevices.

Their laziness is exactly the same as that of the fruit growers, so they may not take the initiative to attack the fruit growers in the early days, but just sit back and wait for the fruit growers to feed them.

And once the dreamer sets fire to the mountain, the temperature of the soil rises, exceeding the limit of hibernation.

The boa constrictor will wake up.

This is the complete closed loop.

"Thus, if you want to crack Guolin's dream, you only need to find the Python King and kill him, and the strange world will naturally disintegrate."

But this is too simple and not in line with Ning Luo's original purpose.

What Ning Luo wanted was the Holy Fruit, so it was impossible for him to pass the level at will and return empty-handed.

And he also didn't believe that the evolution of the paradox would be without the participation of the human race.

Because even ordinary fruit growers will be attacked and killed by giant pythons, but how can those high-level believers who have mastered the divine way wait to die?
After a little calculation, Ning Luo came up with an inference: "Perhaps, the real cause of the Eastern Territory's treachery is neither the slackness of the farmers, nor the dormant snakes and pythons in the ground. It is the laissez-faire of the managers, and the indifference of those in power. .”

This kind of inference is not made out of nothing, but comes from the experience of the previous two strange lands.

The King of the Crypt is the Giant Rat, and the source of the disaster is the Deacon of the Blacksmith.

The deceitful king of the volcano is Xuanmu, and the source of the disaster is the Tianbei of the mine.

So tracing back to the source, most of the people who caused the fall of the fruit forest were the forest farm managers who had known the inside story long ago, but were indifferent to it.

The reason why Ning Luo wanted to push back to the root cause was naturally not because the Sacred Heart was outraged and wanted to ask the teacher to punish him.

The weirdness has already changed, anyway, it should be killed sooner or later, so why bother with the crimes it committed?

The reason why he did this, in the final analysis, was for the Holy Fruit.

The plan is finalized.

Ning Luo was not a first-time offender, so he was familiar with drawing up a plan.

"Dreams and delusion are connected with reality."

"As long as I find the python king's lair and leave the dream there, I will appear in the snake's lair in the dry swamp."

"But if my predictions are correct, the King of Deception in the Dry Marsh is undoubtedly related to the manager of the forest farm."

"That being the case, as long as I re-enter the dream, there is a certain probability that I will return to the manager's residence."

"And there, there must be ripe and picked fruits."

It has always been Ning Luo's habit to make a decision.

Now his understanding of the underworld is outstanding enough, when the plan is perfect, there will be no obstacles in action.

Ning Luo acted resolutely, running fast, looking for the most barren forest area, or the thinnest fruit tree.

Because when the fruit growers see the barrenness of the forest area, they will inevitably sprinkle more wood spirit beads.

But those wood spirit beads will eventually become nourishment for the python king.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Ning Luo found the answer.

He carefully dug open the soil under the Spirit Tree, and within a few feet of the ground, he saw a deep hole.

In this way, Ning Luo knew that his deduction was correct.

Compared with the carelessness and negligence when traveling through the mine and volcano before, the present Ningluo can be said to be complete.

Ning Luo slid down the cave and fell into the snake's nest, not in a hurry to disturb the sleep of the huge monster in front of him.

Because he knew that when the Python King realized the invasion of his alien species, this dream would also collapse.

Before going to the dry marsh, Ning Luo needed another layer of insurance.

Ning Luo closed his eyes and concentrated on it, his palms were bluffed, and he whispered to himself: "Sheng."

A touch of emerald green Dao Yun suddenly appeared out of thin air, absorbed the trickle in Ning Luo's sea of ​​consciousness, and merged into an illusory jujube core.

The jujube core is buried deep in the soil, and in a blink of an eye it germinates and breaks the ground, and branches and leaves are scattered.

The ebony knots were intertwined and intertwined to form a flower bud made of wooden branches, enveloping Ning Luo's entire body.

The movement of Shinto finally awakened the sleeping Python King.

However, Ning Luo had already made thorough preparations.

The amber vertical pupils suddenly opened in the deep cave, and the pupils were a bit bigger than Ning Luo's fist.

The giant python looked suspiciously at the green spot of light in front of him, as well as the ebony flower bud that appeared at an unknown time, and wondered what happened during the time it was sleeping.

But when the thick branches of ebony broke through the ground, it penetrated its body in an instant.

The python king realized that this was a dream.

Thousands of hectares of fertile land collapsed in an instant!

The forest was undulating, the yellow leaves were bleak, the branches of the fruit forest all shrank, and the soil in the forest also subsided.

The fruit forests and medicine fields in the eastern region turned into a scorched yellow in an instant, and reduced to a dry swamp.

Ning Luo was wrapped in the ebony flower buds, and was also swallowed by the sticky sand.

But before the sand invaded the flower buds, Ning Luo fell into a dream again.

The world changed its face, and the flower buds also disappeared.

When Ning Luo opened his eyes again, the beams were made of green wood, and the walls were red with blood bricks.

The rich medicinal fragrance entered the nostrils.

Here is the warehouse of this forest area!
(End of this chapter)