No one knows transmigration better than me!

Chapter 259
Spread the parchment paper flat.

The wolf has no ink.

Ning Luo has only one thing to do - to find the way to the abyss.

Although no one had ever actually reached that illusory mirage before, he knew how to get there.

Since Huiyuan appeared in the conversations of the residents of Wucheng, there is no doubt that it should go from the dream.

Ning Luo held the Fire Lingzhu and came back to Wucheng again.

He just came to Wucheng in the morning and harvested a round of spirit beads, so Wucheng seems a bit chaotic right now.

Ning Luo was familiar with the road, pretended to be a merchant, and asked people in Wucheng for information.

"You want to join the army in the abyss?"

"Well, I'm from the Eastern Region, and my family members lie dead all day long and ignore me at all, so I have traveled all over the Five Regions, but... I still want to visit Huiyuan."

"Hey, where is the place where people go?"

"How to say?"

"Grey ghosts are overwhelming, gray mist is everywhere! You don't know where those gray ghosts come from, and even your comrades may have become gray ghosts!"

Ning Luo nodded thoughtfully, then changed the topic: "Uncle has been to the battlefield?"

"Never." The old man shook his head and said, "But all three of my sons have been to Ashes!"

"My eldest son killed [-] Huigui, and my second son killed [-] Huigui!"

"The third son is the most promising. He swept the Huiyuan with his own power and killed [-] Huigui!"

Ning Luo: "."

Ah yes yes yes.

Your son has killed all the gray ghosts of Huiyuan, right?

Ning Luo was silent for a moment, then asked abruptly, "What about your son?"

Old man: "."

Ning Luo pouted noncommittally.

Since he doesn't speak, it's probably because he killed too much, making himself happy to death, right?
However, although the old man's words were exaggerated, he still revealed some useful information in the end.

If you want to go to the abyss battlefield, you need to go through layers of selection.

Only with the approval of the Five Sacred Temples can one be qualified to go to Ashes.

Ning Luo raised his eyebrows, his heart was sure.

Everything is connected again.

What does it mean to be recognized by the Five Sacred Temple?

It is nothing more than showing resonance with the five gods.

Then why it resonates with the gods of the five directions is undoubtedly showing enough selfish desires.

After all, the gods are born in response to wishes.

Ning Luo inquired many ways in Wucheng, and finally learned the whole picture of the selection of the expeditionary army.

The expeditionary army is composed of two parts, one is the believers who can perform the divine way, and the other is the ordinary people who have been recognized by the gods of the five directions.

The way of identification depends on whether you can get the inspiration of the god when facing the statue.

The location of the selection was on the outskirts of Wucheng.

Military camp in the northern suburbs of Wucheng.

Ning Luo pushed the tent away, only to see the fat officer reclining lazily on the bench.

Just by looking at his face, Ning Luo knew it was not a good thing.

Speaking of which, looking at the entire Cangming, in fact, people with evil intentions can tell at a glance.

After all, this is a dreamland, and the facial makeup is too obvious, so there is no need for extra suspicion.

Ning Luo cupped his hands and said, "Sir, I'm here to sign up to join the army."

The recruiting instructor glanced at Ning Luo and shook his head in disappointment.

No, not that kind of spirit.

The instructor knows countless people, and he knows who can be a soldier of the expeditionary army.

There should be evil thoughts in the eyes of those people who ignore life, or greed full of longing.

But no matter what, his eyes would never be as clear as Ning Luo's.

Ning Luo actually knew this.

He knew that his attitude of treating each other with courtesy would only have a counterproductive effect in the Gray Abyss conscription.

Because he could hear it from the words of old man Wucheng.

What kind of soldiers were selected by the Gray Abyss Expeditionary Army?

In short, villains.

It is those villains with inflated selfish desires. Only when such conditions are met, will they be selected to go to the abyss!

Why did the battle in the abyss happen?

Or, in the gray abyss, there really are so-called gray ghosts gushing out continuously?

Ning Luo was skeptical about this, and even had an inference.

But the answers are so close that speculation is unnecessary.

As for why he treats officers with courtesy, it's just courtesy first and soldiers later.

The instructor waved his hand: "You, no, go back."

Ning Luo pretended to be puzzled: "Why?"

It is impossible for the instructor to speak directly, so he said perfunctorily: "You are too mediocre, and you don't have that kind of cruelty in your eyes!"

"It's tough, isn't it?"

Ning Luo nodded thoughtfully, and said with a slight smile, "Don't the instructors let me try to summon the gods?"

"Hey." The instructor couldn't help laughing, "You? I know countless people, not to mention others, at least you will never be able to inspire the gods. Heh, give up this idea earlier, Huiyuan's achievements are not like that It’s easy to earn, honestly inherit the family wealth.”

However, before the instructor finished speaking, Ning Luo raised his hand.

He held his palms empty and whispered to himself: "God Lord Zhu Rong, please give me fire."

As he said that, Ning Luo's body trembled, as if being tricked by a god.

It's not that he's acting on purpose, it's just because
This posture, this line, is too awkward.

But it is commonplace for the people of Cang Ming, after all, the gods have always been their reliance on life.

In the dim tent, a light of fire suddenly appeared out of nowhere, swaying in Ning Luo's palm.

The instructor's neck suddenly stretched, almost squatting and falling to the ground.

"What, what?"

Before the instructor could react, Ning Luo went straight to the point: "So, how should I go to the battlefield of the abyss?"

The instructor didn't answer, but was horrified: "You, how could you."

Ning Luo looked impatient, and said concisely: "My father taught him, he is a servant of God, what's wrong?"

The so-called divine servant is the high-ranking position of a preacher, and his status in the holy religion is already considered top-notch.

The instructor opened his mouth wide without questioning.

Because of the ability to make fire with this thought, combined with Ning Luo's statement, the instructor couldn't find even a little bit of it.

The more critical reason is that Ning Luo said that he is the son of God Servant.

In the world of the underworld, the followers of the Holy Cult are the supreme aristocratic class.

Therefore, the instructor would not question it lightly no matter what.

He cowered and remained silent for a long time, then said in a trembling voice: "Yes, but the expeditionary force is selected at the beginning of each month, and this time the army has already set off yesterday."

Such a coincidence?
Ning Luo thought about it carefully, it seems to be the same.

Because yesterday happened to be the time for settlement in the Southern Territory, so everything just happened to correspond.

Ning Luo faintly felt that this time did not seem to be randomly generated, but deliberately prepared for the traversers.

If it is said that the truth of Cang Ming is buried in the gray abyss.

Perhaps the only road leading to the abyss must be set off within three days.

However, for ordinary players, for three days, they were still struggling in the strange world.

Not only did they miss the opportunity to go to the gray abyss, but they also didn't know anything about the gameplay of the underworld.

But the current news is not good for Ning Luo either.

Ning Luo pinched his chin and frowned.

The instructor, Li Li, was terrified, wondering if he had offended this lord?
He lowered his voice and asked timidly, "Master, sir, you."

Ning Luo suddenly said: "Tell me the exact location of Huiyuan, and how many days will it take for the expeditionary force to go to Huiyuan?"

However, the instructor shook his head: "My lord, this, I don't know about this. I am only responsible for picking people, and the missionary is responsible for transporting troops. Because the Huiyuan battlefield is surrounded by fog, there is no preaching." We cannot reach anyone who leads the way."

"As for the itinerary. According to the returned soldiers, it only takes half a day to get to the fog screen."

"But once they step into the gray fog, it will be difficult for them to tell the time. It may take two days or three days."

Ning Luo frowned even deeper.

After a moment of silence, he asked: "Since it takes two or three days, why don't they rest along the way?"

The instructor thought about it and replied: "I heard that before entering the foggy area, they will camp and recuperate, and then go straight to the abyss battlefield."

Hearing this, Ning Luo's eyes lit up.

Camp.

Then there is a way.

The instructor saw that Ning Luo's brows were stretched, so he grinned at the corner of his mouth and said with a flattering smile: "My lord, you. Um!!!"

Ning Luo didn't say a word, and the vertical and horizontal blades shredded the instructor's body.

As for the reason
Probably the familiar phrase "you know too much".

Ning Luo's idea is not complicated, since there is a camp, then use the phase jump, and naturally you can go directly to the gray abyss.

For half a day, Ning Luo kept dreaming and waking up in the outskirts of Wucheng, looking for the "wormhole" between the dream and the strange world.

It's like he jumped from Birdman's lair to Chiqian's home.

There are countless wormholes corresponding to each other between fantasy dreams and paradoxes, and labels with clear attributions like "home" or "camp" are the best singularities.

And a wormhole can also connect multiple landing points.

Just like the birdman's lair can correspond to both Chi Qian's own house in Wucheng and his temporary residence in the mine.

When Ning Luo knew the rules, he kept trying again and again.

All the wormholes that could connect the two were drawn on parchment by him.

Because he will have a complete memory, as long as he walks this road once, he will never forget it again.

Wait until the red sun falls and the night falls.

The spirit village was also shrouded in black mist.

Lu Chuan stayed in the temple of the saint. He still couldn't restrain his curiosity, but no matter how hard he thought about it, he still couldn't understand the map of Ning Luo's previous words.

Until nightfall, Lu Chuan stared blankly in the direction of the village entrance.

However, Ning Luo did not return.

Lu Chuan opened his mouth slightly, scratched the back of his head, and soon understood.

Others did not come back after nightfall, most likely died outside.

But Ning Luo didn't come back after dark
Then there are only two possibilities.

Thinking about it lightly, he probably has sufficient confidence in his own strength and wants to challenge the night walk in the strange world.

But combined with Ning Luo's answer the night before.

Lu Chuan knew that Ning Luo was going to do a big job again.

"What the hell am I?"

Snapped!
Lu Chuan patted his forehead and turned to look at the solemn statue of the saint.

He bowed again and again and sincerely prayed: "Holy Maiden Bless, Holy Maiden Bless, Holy Maiden Bless."

"Anyway, let me die in peace."

"Don't be so special, just like last time in the basement of Blood Prison Peak, it was slaughtered out of nowhere."

"Brother Ning, hold your hand high!"

"I thank you! I really do thank you!"

However, when Lu Chuan finished praying and opened his eyes again,
He looked up in confusion.

I don't know if it's an illusion, or because he closed his eyes for too long?
The sky in Lingcun, or the black mist that fills the sky, seems to be a little darker?

the other side.

Ning Luo turned around several times, and finally found the way to the gray abyss.

From the house of a new enlisted soldier, he constantly travels back and forth between dreams and delusion.

According to the conversations of Wucheng residents, this soldier was originally a mine foreman, and he was often on the list before, so he was very rich.

He had quite a few mansions in Wucheng, but this time he was drafted into the army, so all his mansions were abandoned.

Moreover, he rarely lived in those houses.

After hearing the news, Ning Luo knew that this would be a good springboard.

Because for this warrior, he has widened the judgment range of "home" for the phase transition, thus providing more destinations for the wormhole.

Because of this, Ning Luo tried 32 jumps in the end, and finally arrived at the camp in front of the entrance of the foggy area before nightfall.

As for why they didn't rush there on foot, the reason was naturally because of the division of the dream.

Ning Luo couldn't forcefully break through the dividing line of the region, so he could only use the way of leaping.

And this last hurdle, will there be barriers to hinder it?
Ning Luo stretched out his hand.

However, his arm easily penetrated the fog and submerged into the gray mist.

The answer is, no.

"call"

"finally reached."

Ning Luo glanced at the parchment again, recalling everything written on it in his mind, and then resolutely stepped into the gray mist.

The gray mist whistled past his ears!

This feeling is no different from that of Ning Luo stepping into the gray mist from Spirit Village.

"Good guy."

"Matryoshka, right?"

"Not only are flowers not flowers, fog is not fog, there is actually a passage in this fog?"

"Or, the place I'm going now is the end point that is closer to the truth of Cang Ming like Ling Village?"

Ning Luo narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand to block the gray fog, and walked forward without thinking.

His sense of time faded away.

But at least it's not like what the instructor described, it will be like going through two or three days of travel.

Perhaps, this is also a delusion, just to make people feel that everything is as real as possible.

Until Ning Luo's vision became clear again.

He looked at the messy scene in front of him, his pupils gradually turned cold.

Because he knew the identities of those corpses lying on the ground.

Messy clothes, standard armaments, and that frightened look of astonishment
That's the expeditionary force.

It is the expeditionary force that has just arrived in the abyss.

At this moment, Ning Luo finally understood that there is no such thing as gray and weird in this world, and there is no so-called gray abyss battlefield.

This is the cemetery of all living beings.

It is the burial pit of human desires!

(End of this chapter)