Reincarnated Bamboo Rat Starts Extreme Survival

Chapter 16 The Legend of the Fountain of Youth

No one knows how the Bone Graveyard came to be, not even the pandaren warrior who has planted bamboo here for 300 years.

He was just invited to come to the bone cemetery to manage the entire bone cemetery by planting bamboo.

300 years is enough time for a pandaren martial artist to plant a lush bamboo forest, turning this bone cemetery, which regularly erupts from undead waves, into a bamboo sea with stable resource output.

Those sporadic undead awakened by the purple evil moon will also be dealt with by the monsters in the bamboo sea.

There is no doubt that the creation of the Bamboo Sea by the pandaren martial artists is a great thing that will benefit the future.

But when listening to these stories told by the pandaren martial artist, the old team leader who was recuperating keenly discovered a problem, as a mercenary adventurer who takes money to do things.

The pandaren warrior said that he was invited here to build the Bamboo Sea. Although the pandaren warrior did not say who invited him to come here, he thought the other party offered a lot of money.

Out of mercenary instinct, the old captain used some tavern tricks when talking, and the pandaren martial artist in front of him was also very upright. He opened his mouth softly and said something that the old captain will never forget in his life talk.

"My friends wouldn't let me work for nothing. They found the fountain of youth conceived in the heart of the Burial of Bones and shared it with me. Eternal youth is my reward."

The look of the pandaren warrior saying this was full of nostalgia for friendship.

But when these words fell into the ears of the head of the group, they had a completely different meaning.

The year he was rescued by the pandaren martial artist, he was a middle-aged man whose physical condition began to decline.

Blind Bu was able to learn one and a half moves under the hands of the Pandaren because of a blessing in disguise, but he didn't have this chance.

Any creature would be afraid of aging, not to mention that he was an adventurer who lived by force. The impact of aging was huge.

Ever since he heard this sentence, the scene of the pandaren martial artist saying this sentence flashed in the old head's mind from time to time.

When he was recovering from his injuries, he still remembered the life-saving kindness of the pandaren martial artist, so he controlled himself not to think about this sentence.

But when the pandaren martial artist walked out of the bamboo sea with them, he announced that his task of planting bamboo had been completed and he would continue to travel the world.

A ray of uncontrollable crazy desire quietly grew in the old head's mind.

He couldn't forget the pandaren warrior, the pandaren who had existed for hundreds of years and was still full of vigor and pace like clouds.

"Others can drink the fountain of youth, so can we."

After leaving Zhuhai, the old team leader said so to Blind Bu, they kept this secret in their stomachs, and insisted on coming to Zhuhai to explore once a year.

Although, they don't know if the so-called fountain of youth still exists, and they don't know where the core of the graveyard of bones is.

But the old group leader, whose mentality has become demonic, has been leading people to search for him.

Not only did field investigations in the bamboo sea, the old group leader also looked up materials in the libraries of various cities, collected various folklore, and spent a lot of money to visit various historians...

When doing these things, the old captain hardly seemed like an adventurer in the conventional sense.

After all, adventurers always look like they are big and three rough, who know how to fight and don't understand culture. His daily life is often to complete dangerous tasks in various environments, and after getting rewards, he is drunk and dreamy, enjoying the pursuit of others.

Although many adventurers will go to places such as professional unions to continue learning various skills.

But they are not as extensive as the old group leader. In order to find information about the Fountain of Youth, the old group leader taught himself many ancient languages, as well as some elf languages ​​that are not circulated in human society at all.

In his adventure group's residence, there are also a large number of classics and handwritten notes, which are completely different in the adventure group.

In addition to letting himself know all kinds of information, the old group leader also publicized in various taverns that there are relics buried in the depths of the bamboo sea, which attracted many adventure groups to explore.

The various information sent back by these adventure groups was summarized by the old group leader and became his help.

It's just that the exploration progress of these adventure groups is far behind the old leader with firm beliefs.

"I have been exploring in the bamboo sea. I have been exploring from a young age to an old age. If there is no result this year, you should be the leader of the adventure team."

"At that time, I guess I will spend the rest of my life exploring in the bamboo sea like you. After all, this place is really too big."

At the end of another day of exploration, the old captain sat on the edge of the camp and talked with the blind Bu in words that only the two of them could understand.

Blind Bu also didn't hide his inner desire. He knew very well that if he took over the adventure group, he would be like the old group leader, trying every means to find the fountain of youth that the pandaren warrior said.

He is not young anymore, and in the past few years when he practiced martial arts, he has never appeared again, and he feels that he can still improve.

"I have practiced martial arts so far, but I am still less than one percent of my master's martial arts. If possible, I also hope to have a younger and stronger body. Maybe I can continue to walk on the road of a martial artist."

Clenching his fists tightly, Blind Erbu felt that he was no longer the strength he had before, and fell silent.

The old regiment leader on the side played with his pipe and laughed a few times.

"You still want to continue to become stronger, but I just want to make myself more comfortable."

The old regiment leader patted himself. Every day when he woke up, he could feel the pain from all over his body. Whenever the weather changed, his old wounds would become extremely sensitive.

The sword wound on the shoulder, the wound on the knee, the place where the bones on the body were broken...

"Boy, after you take over the adventure group, if you fail to find any more clues in your life, then take this secret to the grave.

It is too painful to give future generations an illusory fanatic goal. "

Taking a puff of cigarette beautifully, the old leader looked at Blind Bu, who nodded in response, with the corners of his mouth raised.

He has raised him since he was a child. This kid is very smart, but he is not good at words.

"This should be my last exploration. I have tried all the methods I can try. This time I found this little guy who is naturally very sensitive to negative energy. Maybe he will lead us to find that thing we have been looking for. "

"Maybe."

The two guys who would take people to the depths of the Bamboo Sea every year ended their conversation in the dark.

Guaranteed rest time and maintaining one's own state are compulsory courses for adventurers.

Even if Zhuhai is not a challenge for their adventure group, they will not let down their vigilance.

Blind Bu, who had been silent all this time, muttered in a low voice after the camp fell into silence:
"Tomorrow, we will arrive at the core of the Bamboo Sea. May the gods protect us."

(End of this chapter)