Cultivating Immortality: Start by burying corpses in a border town and become proficient!

Bang!

Boom!

Rumble...

Grey Falcon had already been exhausted by the pursuit and interception, and his wounds had not yet healed. He was now facing three green-haired zombies with higher realms than himself, filling the gap in talent and combat power. At this moment, he was exhausted, crashing into the rocks, blocking the cave, and almost buried himself in it.

"Cough!"

Unable to help coughing up blood, he lay weakly in the cracks of the rocks, looking up at the bright moonlight tonight. At the edge of his vision were three ugly zombies whose corpse aura had become a little faint, and their long green hair no longer fluttered without wind, but the overall appearance was still terrifying and hideous.

They also had many injuries on their bodies, pierced by magic weapons, damaged by explosions, burned by flames, cut by golden rays...

The fighting power of Grey Falcon, a trapped beast, made the people behind the scenes feel frightened.

——The fourth head in control, the green-haired zombie who just rushed back, subconsciously paused in place, just watching from a distance, not daring to get too close, for fear that the opponent still had some tricks left, which could really hurt him through the veins of direct control.

But in fact, Gray Falcon has no tricks.

The only unknown trick is the secret communication method of the Supervisory Guard. He has secretly used it by taking advantage of the opportunity when the magic weapon exploded just now, and passed on the key information he had discovered.

Mission accomplished...

Grey Falcon thought so, and he had no emotional fluctuations about his own death, and the fact that his body would most likely be made into a zombie after death, and then destroyed by his colleagues or superiors later.

Because he was a soldier of the Supervisory Guard, he was born to give everything for the supervision. This was the fate he had long accepted, understood and fought for!

He had no sorrow, no despair, no fear, no anxiety... but, inexplicably, he felt a little disappointed.

Yes, disappointed!

Gray Falcon slightly opened his eyes, but his vision was actually hazy.

So, he looked at the moon in the sky, and in this haze, it seemed as if he had just returned to the time when he was born.

His mother's screaming at the top of her lungs, his father's desperate wail from afar, all these things were just as hazy as they are now.

He really couldn't understand why they were like this, as the life of a supervisory guard was obviously very beautiful and far better than that of an ordinary person.

He was also willing to give everything for it, but he thought that his biological parents would not think so.

He couldn't understand, wanted to understand, or understand a little bit, even a little bit, but he couldn't do it, so he felt a little disappointed.

"Roar!"

When he saw that Gray Falcon opened his eyes wide and seemed to raise his hand, the three green-haired zombies were immediately controlled, roaring, with corpse qi surging and green hair swinging straight.

The sharp claws and strong body turned them into terrible killing machines, ready to break the rocks and tear apart everything about the person in their eyes!

Boom!

They attacked together, the claws of the corpses were terrifying and sinister.

Then, each of them received a punch.

With a crackling sound, the corpse hands exploded on the spot.

A calm figure suddenly appeared in the hazy eyes of Gray Falcon, as if standing still like a quiet rock, which made him suddenly think:

Perhaps, my biological father will also have such a back...

He lost consciousness thinking this.

The melancholy quietly dissipated, and inexplicably felt at ease, sleeping like a baby.

"Who is it?!"

"Who are you?!"

The person behind the green-haired zombie couldn't help but scream, because the Du En in front of him was really creepy. He actually completely crushed the zombies of the same level in a physical fight!

You know, zombies are simpler, more direct, and more brutal than monsters. It is relying on the tyranny of the stiff dead flesh that they can dominate the same level!

But what is the result?

In Du En's hands, they were no stronger than rotten pancakes. They would break if touched, and crack if rubbed. Three, no, four green-haired zombies were torn into pieces before they could even see his face.

"Although there were some accidents and the direct contact with the person behind the scenes was temporarily cut off, it's not a big problem. There is still some kind of hidden connection deep in this cave. At that time, it can be done even if it is directly penetrated and entered..."

Du En rescued people and removed corpses without hesitation.

After he finished thinking about it, he glanced at Gray Falcon and saw that he would not die for a while, so he decided to bury the body while it was cold.

The magical dead land reappeared, took out the upgraded third-level demon bone shovel, and neatly did his old business, burying the parts of the four green-haired zombies.

Although it was a little scattered, it was at least enough.

"Fortunately, zombies are another form of life. Even if I get rid of them, they can still cause fate, so I can bury them and assimilate them into the dead land."

After finishing this work, Du En went to dig out the gray falcon.

"Although you slept soundly, I'm sorry, I need you to wake up now."

While thinking about it, he had already taken out a third-level red leaf sycamore fruit from the shrinking bag, pinched the other's mouth, crushed it and squeezed out the juice, which flowed directly into the stomach.

In the previous collection, he had confirmed that this kind of spiritual fruit has the effect of warming the body and healing the mind. At present, there are no other finished recovery pills, so he can only use it to make up the number.

After all, it is a third-level low-grade, so treating a first-class leader with perfect foundation building, not to mention being able to make him recover as before, is enough to stabilize the injury and make him wake up.

"Cough!"

After coughing up the bloody scab stuck in his throat, Gray Falcon opened his eyes and saw Duen standing next to him.

"well enough?"

"fine."

The gray falcon responded, quickly finished the self-examination, and then stood up. He was somewhat wary of Du En's duty and retreated in an alienated manner.

While exercising and recuperating, he also examined the other party.

"Sorry, although it's rude to do this, but..."

"It's a habit, I can understand it, and this kind of behavior is not wrong."

"Thank you for your understanding, and thank you, senior, for lending a helping hand."

Looking at Gray Falcon's performance, I knew that if I asked him about the mission and the person behind the scenes, I would probably only get an unanswerable answer, so Du En did not waste his efforts and went directly to the topic.

"Actually, in terms of age and seniority, I may not be called your senior."

"this……"

"You are Gray Falcon, right? Born in Nanmo, the son of a low-level monk."

"That's right. What do you mean?"

Because Du En saved his life after all, and there was no hostility. Apart from the education and habits of supervision, he could even find a sense of security in the other party, so there was no nervous stress reaction here, and he admitted it simply. .

"That's good. I came to you to return the relics because of your father's request on his deathbed."

Doon took out a wooden box.

When Shi Lei was dying, he couldn't say many words at all. He only said that he wanted him to help find his children and pay him in the end. But the actual idea was to let him bury the relics with the rewards. Give it to your own children who don’t even know their gender.

The retrieval of the low-level monks is just that.

Gray Falcon saw this and approached, raised his hand to take the box, but felt something was wrong, so he raised his hands, and when they were about to touch him, he subconsciously stepped away. Then he realized that he had lost his composure, and his breathing became a little rapid, and finally he raised his hand again. , take it.

It was an old waterproof box.

It's not locked, and when you open it, you can see that there are three equally old, very old puppets inside.

There are two puppets, one big and one small, a burly man, a gentle woman, and a small child. They are obviously a family of three.

There are also names engraved on the back, namely Shi Lei, Zhao Lan, and different homophones.

Yu, Yu.

Looking at the child puppet again, its face is completely blank, with no extra decoration, and even no gender characteristics can be seen.

It was just three ordinary puppets that made Gray Falcon stunned for a moment. He couldn't help but raise his hand to rub and wipe them. Like this, he could wipe away the hazyness in his memory and illuminate that he actually had nothing. The faces of parents that I have seen in person.