Monks

Chapter 270 Eight Graveyards

Surprised is surprised, and confused is confused. In order not to alarm the murlocs, Zhang Ai secretly left the woods and moved further away. 26nbsp; After walking for more than two days, in the same forest everywhere, he was honored to be 'confused'.Although it is possible to return to the fields and shallow wells by marking them with spells, but what if they go back?The channel to the outside world has disappeared.Long Danzi said that they came in with a group of people, and some of them could escape. It was a bit of shit luck. Zhang was afraid that it would be very unbalanced and he thought about it bitterly.

The forest is so big and boundless, in the blink of an eye more than ten days have passed, Zhang feared that he had to shuttle through the forest and avoid the monsters that were attacking him every day. There was a sound of chaotic footsteps.

Following the sound, he climbed up a tall tree to check, and saw more than a hundred people walking along a winding path in the forest. A few people in front were beating leather drums, and some murlocs were carrying a simple stretcher. On it lay a skinny murloc, motionless. It's like dying.Some of the stretcher bearers were sobbing, and some of the pedestrians behind were crying loudly, as if they were crying for a funeral.

Zhang was afraid of being curious, so he followed carefully in the forest.The path in the forest was long and winding. Half a day later, the team turned into a fork in the road. After another hour of walking, a huge valley appeared in front of them. Looking from a distance, the valley was full of white glittering lights, and it was hard to see what it was.As the distance approached, Zhang was surprised to find that the piles of white objects were all bones, as transparent as white jade and as bright as silver. 'color' light beads.

The funeral procession walked into the valley, someone carried the corpse on the stretcher into the bone pile, and then knelt down to bid farewell. There was a chorus of miserable mourning and wailing, which made Zhang afraid very uncomfortable to hear.

These people tossed and tossed for more than half an hour, and then left one after another amidst sobs, and the valley slowly recovered calm, but the pitch-black corpse looked particularly abrupt among the white bones.

Zhang was afraid to stay in the forest for a while, and ran out of the forest into the valley after confirming that all the murlocs were gone.The valley is so big that you can't see the end in front of it. There are thousands of sharp mountains on both sides. In the valley, there are corpses one after another. I think this place is the burial place of the murlocs.

After carefully looking at a few corpses, you don't need to touch them to see that they are not mortal objects. Not to mention monsters from outside, even the bones of monsters in the dry bone forest can't compare with them. They are definitely treasures of refining equipment.What's more, there is that fist-sized Lingzhu in the skull, to be exaggerated, even a blind person can see that it is unusual.

Afraid Zhang was a little tempted, and he couldn't bear to take it away. Although the fish-head monster had a strange appearance, it was similar to a human being, and it was barely considered a kind of human being. It would be disrespectful to just take their bone refiner like this. Why are you tossing people's bones?Just as he was hesitating, an old and low voice sounded next to his ear: "In the end, you guys found this place, alas."

Zhang was so frightened that he jumped up and felt around: "Who, who is talking?" There is no vegetation in the valley, and there is nothing but bones. It seems that there is no one to speak.

The old voice sounded again, coughing weakly: "Ahem, is everyone greedy?"

Zhang Afraid hurriedly turned his head to follow the prestige, and there was a black and emaciated corpse that had just been delivered lying among the white bones. Could it be that the corpse was talking?Is it a scam?Carefully moved a few steps over and said, "Is that you talking?"

"It's me, ahem." The voice was weak and thin, and the lips touched slightly. It was indeed the corpse who was speaking.

"Are you a human or a ghost?" Zhang Afraid approached carefully with a black iron knife in one hand and a divine bead in the other, no matter whether human or ghost, there are ways to deal with you.

The corpse spoke again: "I'm not dead yet, but soon."

Knowing that he was still alive, Zhang was afraid to put away the samadhi bead, and asked with both knives in hand, "They sent you to the graveyard if you were not dead?"

The old murloc propped up his upper body with his arms and said, "Put the knife away, I'm going to die soon, don't be afraid."

"It's no wonder you're not afraid to see a fraudulent corpse." Zhang Ai said in his heart. Looking carefully at the old murloc, he really looked terminally ill. His body was thin and skinned, and he exhaled more air than inhaled. He probably couldn't hold on for a while. Picking up a hard iron knife, he asked, "You haven't died yet, why did they send you here?"

The old man didn't answer his question but said something else: "Young man, let's talk about it. The bones in the valley of bones are the remains of our ancestors. Can you take less or not? I don't care about my old bones. When I die, you want You can see it, just take it away." The sentence was divided into eight times, his face was flushed with pain, and he was anxious but helpless.

Zhang Fear also blushed a little, and said in a low voice, "No, I won't take any."

The old fishman didn't believe it: "I'm about to die, why would you lie to me?"

Afraid that he was too tired to speak, Zhang might pass the sentence before he finished speaking, so he took out a Life Pill and threw it into his mouth: "Eat it, it's not poison."

The Life Pill melted in the mouth, and melted with saliva and left down the throat. In a moment, the old murloc was radiant and refreshed, and he was no longer old and dying. He sat up and said, "What kind of 'medicine' is this? It's amazing gone."

Seeing the murloc regained his health, Zhang feared that he was reckless. What if he regained his strength and went against him?

The old murloc knew what Zhang Ai was thinking, and said softly: "Today is my final day, no matter what, I can't make it through the night. Don't be afraid, young people. I'm going to die. I don't have the mood to think about other things. If you think about it, you have to have the ability to do it." He raised his finger and pointed to his head: "Before the clansmen die, they will put their whole body into the spiritual beads of their minds, and then wait quietly for death, and I am waiting for death now."

The old man made it clear that I am harmless now, you can talk to me casually.Afraid of blushing a little, Zhang asked for the third time, "Why did you send you here so early?"

The old man calmly explained: "This is called the Forest of Dry Bones. Naturally, there are the most bones and trees. There are many valleys in the forest. Most of them are graves where the clansmen put their bones. They are called bone valleys. There are also some places where the bones of monsters are placed. There are tens of thousands of clansmen. According to the rules passed down by the year, when the deadline comes, no one can disobey you if you dissipate your energy and enter the valley of bones to wait for your death." The old man pointed to the bones around him: "They are like this, so am I." Life and death in mind.

Zhang feared, "Emotional monsters also have a human touch."

The old man continued: "Little brother, I know that you cultivators are always thinking about the treasures here, but apart from these bones, there are still many spiritual grasses and spiritual materials. There is no need to disturb the souls of our ancestors. Let me tell you, go along this road. About a day's journey, there are many stone houses, among them are 'medicine' gardens, you can pick some secretly."

"Are you teaching me how to steal from your house?" Zhang Fear asked in surprise.

"As long as you don't disturb the ancestors, it's nothing for you to take some herbs." The old murloc said lightly.