Yayoi held a broom and lowered his eyebrows, and assured all the village owners and villagers: He just wants to go in and have a look, maybe he can strengthen the seal? Then there will be no more sacrifices. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIf he can't do it, then this time, he will come to sacrifice and ask the patients to recuperate at home!

Seventy-two villages were moved by him and agreed to let him enter the cave.

The cave is full of stone carvings, and the hideous and vicious creatures with strange appearances have gone through thousands of years, and they are still hideous and want to devour. In the deepest part of the cave, there is a large lapis lazuli, which was originally carved with some image and what kind of vigorous destruction it was, but now it is no longer visible what it looked like, leaving a scale and half a claw, and huge scars, which are even more terrifying than a complete stone statue.

In front of this remnant stone is the place of sacrifice. People left their offerings here, and soon, the offerings disappeared.

Feng Sheng and Yayoi entered the cave together, and there were some soft, cold things on the way, which wrapped around his calves step by step. It was the confusion, the horror, and the sorrow that the sacrifices had left here for years. Yayoi brushed his hand lightly, like picking spider silk, brushed them away, smiled slightly and said to Feng Sheng, "You wait for me outside." ”

It was the last time Feng Sheng saw him smile.

Yayoi had been in the cave for half a quarter of an hour, and inside and outside the cave, it was so peaceful that it was a long time. The gentle breeze was sent, and Feng Sheng did not feel that he lowered his eyelids and was drowsy.

Suddenly he heard footsteps.

Yayoi rushed out, his steps had never been so embarrassed, and his hands were raised high.

Feng Sheng followed the direction of his finger and saw the white flute.

At that time, Feng Sheng was outside the cave, so it was easy to see the flute. Yayoi was still in the cave, and it was supposed that the stone was blocking his view, but he was staring in the direction of the flute, as if the heavy stone wall was nothing but air. "Strange!" Yayoi's facial muscles contorted, "It's here, it's there—"

Shadows loomed.

The shadow in the deep cave was like a living thing, and when it moved, it covered Yayoi's body. What was going on in that darkness, no one could see.

It was at this time that Feng Sheng heard the sound of the flute.

It's unrealistically beautiful, it's as short as the hasty separation of the world, and it withers with just one sound. The darkness faded. There was no longer Yayoi in the cave.

Later, Feng Sheng had nightmares again and again, starting with Yayoi saying "I'm leaving" to him under the moon, and ending with the black shadow taking Yayoi away.

As for the sound of the flute, except for Feng Sheng, no one present heard it. He never relived it in his dreams. It's as if it never happened.

The maiden in the robe on the throne brought the pale flute close to her lips.

With determination, her lips let out a breath and her fingertips tapped the flute hole.

The flute sounded, endlessly, unreal, like the lonely lovesickness of the world, gradually played to the bitter place, the blue fell clear and curled kudzu, the stone fell into the sky and broke the autumn tide, a frown, slowly stretched, condensed into a human shape in the corner of the throne.

The girl in the Chinese robe turned around, and there was already a quiet young man beside her, looking at her, her expression was like a smile and sighing, and a red mole in the corner of her eye, like a bird kissing it there.

The girl moved slightly, and there was a slightly painful look on her face.

There was blood flowing out of her body, not much, but it was still staining the thorns on the seat.

This throne is extremely luxurious, but the seat is paved with thorns.

Feng Sheng went to fetch water for the grocery store.

The cold proprietress of the grocery store finally softened her attitude towards him. In the past few days, Shui Pei has been unwell, and the daily work of the proprietress is too busy alone, so she called Fengsheng to help. Feng Sheng hurriedly agreed.

The bucket was thrown into the well, and the sound of water could not be heard for a long time, Feng Sheng secretly laughed at his trance. When the bucket falls into the well, how can there be no sound?

He alternately pulled the rope with both hands to pull the bucket up.

The weight on the other end of the rope is light.

Feng Sheng's face changed, and when he looked at it, the well was empty.

I don't know where all the water in the well is.

Feng Sheng turned around, and the girl Shui Pei leaned against the wall in the corner of the courtyard, biting the corner of her lip shyly, completely unaware of the impending disaster, and asked him, "Have I seen you?" ”

The wind blew, and the blood on Shui Pei's face disappeared. She closed her eyes, and people fell like weary flowers. Feng Sheng rushed up and grabbed her.

The mountain beast howled. Outside there was a scream: "The beast is frightened, the water is withered - another sacrifice is coming!" ”

When the proprietress went to ask for a doctor with a sweaty head, the answer was: "Why is it so unfortunate that you are sick at this time?" Is it heavy or not? Ahh If it's heavy, you can sacrifice it! With the offerings in the village, you can save medical expenses and earn a ......"

"It's not heavy, it's not heavy, it's just a little wind chill." The proprietress fled home, sat on the edge of her daughter's bed, and suddenly covered her face and cried.

She is no longer the fierce woman Feng Sheng originally knew.

Shui Pei's illness is not a small wind chill at all. She didn't know what evil she had hit, and she suddenly had a high fever that did not go away, lying on the bed, dizzy and waking up. The proprietress hid her, and soon she couldn't hide it anymore. "God destined her to be a sacrifice!" The owners of the village who rushed to hear the news checked her condition and sighed.

The proprietress had nothing to answer, only to prepare a sacrificial outfit for her daughter.

The most expensive set of dresses in the family is the ancient costume, I heard that it is a robe for the saint, don't look at the weaver rough, it was already the best craftsmanship at that time. At that time, the holy woman was raised to sacrifice to the heavens: if there was a natural or man-made disaster, the holy woman would be sacrificed.

The saint sacrificed so much for everyone, and it is also appropriate to dress well and live well. All the best is dedicated to her. Copper smelting, polishing and polishing were considered top-notch processes at the time, so they were also reflected in the dresses: many small brass mirrors were more expensive than gold at that time.

But the back of such a precious dress was torn and stained with blood. It is not that it was destroyed in the robbery of the Hereafter. This destruction was already done while the Holy Maiden was still alive.

At that time, although the people were willing to give everything to worship the saint, they were afraid that the saint's life would be too comfortable, and they were unwilling to sacrifice for the sake of their clansmen when the time came. In order to accustom her to suffering, thorns were planted on her throne. Legend has it that she was surrounded by precious stones and spices, her pale face lowered, and blood flowed from her throne.

And when the robe was dirty and torn, he changed it.

No one knows when the system of saints disappeared. In short, this dress in the grocery store should be the robe left by the last generation of saints. The copper mirror inlaid on it is still brass. When humans learned to develop brass into stronger bronze, there were no more saints under the cliff of Fulong.

The proprietress wanted to change this dress on Shui Pei's body, and she was out of strength, so she wanted to ask Fengsheng to help.

But the young man was gone.

"That's how men are! There were flowers, and he rushed to pick them. There was suffering, and he ran away. The proprietress sighed with emotion and shed a tear.

She didn't know that Fengsheng had quietly appeared in front of the nameless stone cave.

The life sacrifice of Fulong Cliff is as short as five or six years, and as long as eight or nine years, and it must always come once. After Yayoi topped it once, it was another five years.

As long as it's human, anyway! This time, it's up to Fengsheng to take it! Shui Pei may be able to get better, or maybe not. In short, until the last moment, I don't want to give up, I don't want her to disappear into some inexplicable darkness. I don't want her resentment to turn into wisps of spider silk at the entrance of the cave.

For five years, Fengsheng has actually been expecting that Yayoi will suddenly break through the mountain, clothed in clean light, and announce with a humble low brow: "This place is clean, you don't have to worry about it anymore." ”

Even now, Fengsheng has not given up expectations. It's just that Yayoi needs a little longer and longer than he thought...... Before the glorious ending of the big reversal, it will be up to Fengsheng to protect Shui Pei first.

Out of an inexplicable mood, Feng Sheng climbed up to the entrance of the cave and touched the flute before entering the cave.

It's not jade, this smooth and delicate flute is actually a bone product.

Feng Sheng remembered that Yayoi's net bowl was also made of bone.

On the throne, the maiden slept with exhaustion, her hands hanging down, and the white bone flute pressed against the placket of the brass mirror.

The young man with a red mole at the corner of his eye quietly retreated.

"I didn't expect that thousands of years later, cleaners would be so skilled." A gray-haired man intercepted him and said coldly.

"High Priest." The young man bowed with a smile and beckoned him.

There was always a priest beside the saint, who arranged all the rituals, dressed her in gorgeous robes, laid thorns for her, and led her to death at the last moment.

The maiden on the throne is the last saint of the last generation, named Suwen. The Holy Maiden should have died. Her throne is in ruins.

Here, however, she is still alive, singing on the flute.

Yayoi, the purified master who disappeared from the world, is also here. The red mole in the corner of the eye is the same as the young Fengsheng peeking in the mirror of the girl in the grocery store.

Yayoi and Fengsheng, the two brothers are strikingly similar in appearance, and even the shape of the red mole is the same. If it weren't for the fact that Fengsheng was obviously more childish, the two would be like twins.

The gray-haired priest glared at Yayoi, his eyes almost bursting with fire, "I see how many times your magic weapon can last for the first few movements!" ”

"yes......" Yayoi held up the broom. The original strands of broom silk have now broken most of them, leaving only a pitiful small strand. "—but I wonder how long the High Priest's strange dreams will come true?"

The high priest gritted his teeth: "It's longer than your life!" - You know that you are invincible, why did you take the initiative to fall asleep? "At the end of the question, it's inevitable to be curious.

"I'm just curious." Yayoi sighed.

"You!" The high priest was waiting to be wrathed. On the throne, Su Wen moved his body lightly and woke up, habitually frowning his eyebrows. The thorns on her seat had added new wounds to her.

"Holy Maiden." The high priest hurried over with the gold plate. On the plate, a small plate of cold salad with new bamboo shoots, a small plate of white lightly oiled chicken breast, a bowl of pine nut mushroom noodles, a pair of yellow essence noodles and jujube buns, and a cup of flower and fruit wine: "Please use supper." ”

Yayoi was standing in the corner, Su Wen's gaze swept to his side, slightly confused, but still couldn't see.

This is a dream controlled by the high priest. What he didn't want Su Wen to see, Su Wen couldn't see. Only when she played the flute, Yayoi could briefly appear in front of her at the cost of broomsticks.

Su Wen staggered his gaze, pointed to the side uncomfortably, and said to the high priest, "Put it here." Stand down. ”

She didn't hate him, but she really didn't like him.

The high priest bowed his head and retreated.

Fate made her a saint, and he became her prisoner and torturer, but in his heart, he admired her. At the last moment, he didn't let her really sacrifice, but saved her to live here, forever, quietly.

Sometimes, Su Wen also has doubts, feeling that time is a little strange, and the world is not so real, but the high priest gives her a flute, and as long as she plays the flute, there will be a mysterious friend to accompany her.

The saint was not allowed to have friends, and she had to play the flute quietly. The high priest deliberately focused his energy on avoiding the eyes and ears of the servants and chatting with his mysterious friends, so that he forgot to investigate the truth.

The so-called friend is actually the high priest. The sound of the flute blurred his face, and Su Wen no longer avoided him, and could talk to him. It was the happiest moment of the High Priest's life, and he wished it to be lost forever.

But Yayoi came.

Whenever Su Wen played the flute, he flicked the high priest away with a broom, sat down opposite Su Wen, and said to her, "Actually, you should have been a dead man......

"What? …… Ah, you once caught a butterfly with a rose? Su Wen smiled. The sound of the flute blurred her mind. Everything she saw and heard was an illusion woven by the flute: a kind friend, telling her all kinds of beautiful things.

However, Yayoi continued to speak softly and firmly, and Su Wen finally had doubts. The illusion that the high priest had created for her was about to be flawed.

Yayoi is also at the end of the crossbow.

Every time he bounced off the high priest and sat down across from Su Wen, he would break a broomstick. Now, only the last wisp remains.

After the last broom silk was broken, Yayoi was empty-handed, and the high priest could deal with him.

The high priest sank down, wait!

When Su Wen had a supper and breakfast, the flowers moved and the voices gradually fell silent, she quietly took out the flute again.

Yayoi came as promised.

The high priest rubbed his hands together and laughed: the last strand of broom silk finally broke!

A smile also appeared on Yayoi's lips: the flute is stacked a hundred times, and it is the last one to play so far. It's coming to an end!

The high priest's dreams are all sustained by the fact that the holy woman in the dream takes the initiative to play the flute. At the end of the play, it is also Yayoi's best chance to make a move!

The flute sound is a wisp, as thin as acacia, and gradually drifts away to nothing.

The dream became thin, shrunken, and trembling.

There was a roar from the depths of Fulong Cliff, wild beasts were running wildly, and the well water was exhausted!

The high priest left the holy woman in the depths of the cave and wrote a covenant with her life to ensure her eternal life in her dreams. When the flute is exhausted, the covenant fails, causing the mountains to move, calling for the timid humans to offer sacrifices.

This time the sacrifice is Fengsheng.

Darkness enveloped Feng Sheng, drawing him into the flute.

Su Wen has blown to the last note.

Fresh soul power was injected, and the note jumped, returning to the original clean note.

Su Wen's eyes were misty, and gradually became surprised, staring at the bone flute in his hand: Ah, I got a magical flute!

She returned to the place where the dream began.

No matter how long the flute is, there is an end. However, asking for the soul as a sacrifice can make it repeat itself, sustaining this dream and never ending it.

Yayoi can't be clean, and when it is captured by the sound of the flute, it should have dissolved into the music. His mana was so powerful that he forcibly bounced the high priest away and tried to wake up Su Wen. He didn't succeed, and Fengsheng came instead. Feng Sheng doesn't have what he can do! Seeing that both brothers were going to die in the dreams of the high priest.

Yayoi smiled sadly and firmly, "Holy Maiden, it's time for you to wake up." ”

"!" The High Priest opened his palm and grabbed Yayoi, "I don't believe you have a second magic weapon that can bounce me off!" ”

"Yes! And you summoned it for me. Yayoi opened his palm to Fengsheng and said in a low voice, "Bowl." ”

Feng Sheng looked at Yayoi with wide eyes, and suddenly remembered:

He is his brother and his bowl.

Su Wen is already dead, why not Fengsheng? However, the high priest was reluctant to hear about it, and used bones as a flute to keep her in a dream. Yayoi made Feng Sheng into a bowl and projected his appearance on the bowl, so that the little brother was still alive even though he was dead.

"How so!" The high priest's hand sank into the pure bowl of Yayoi's palm, and he struggled for a moment.

"You're dead." Feng Sheng said to Su Wen, who was full of astonishment, "You and I have turned into white bones. ”

Fengsheng's skull was made into a bowl by Yayoi. Su Wen's arm bones were made into a flute by the high priest. Only with such a magic weapon can call out illusions, or illusions.

The high priest gritted his teeth, his face full of hideousness.

"What choice do you make?" Yayoi asked Su Wen, "Dream for a long time?" Or wake up briefly? ”

After asking, his vision blurred and he lost consciousness.

The fighting method was too fierce, and he lost his sanity as a human being, and completely turned into a bone bowl.

The high priest was glued to Yayoi with his palms, and his gray hair flew up, staring in the air, turning his head and staring at Su Wen.

Su Wen took a trembling step, and his voice was low and resolute: "Wake up." ”

The moss-covered nameless hole collapsed like this. At the bottom of the Fulong Cliff, a terrible roar was heard.

Shui Pei couldn't sleep peacefully, but in his ears he heard the people on the street running wildly and shouting: "The flute is broken, the hole is collapsing, the mountain is collapsing, we are all going to die!" ”

"It's better to die together." The proprietress was stunned, but instead calmed down, hugged her daughter tightly, and murmured.

What's so good about dying together? Shui Pei used all his strength to push her: "Mother, you go!" ”

The proprietress burst into tears and smiled bitterly: "The mountain has collapsed, where can I get out?" ”

"Let's take a look then." Shui Pei closed his eyes slightly, his breath was like a gossamer, but every word was firm and abnormal.

The proprietress was stunned, ripped off her belt, tied her daughter to her body, and walked out.

Even if there is no hope, it would be nice to go the extra mile. She's going to take her daughter with her.

The reckless mountain finally did not collapse. There was a roar, and then it quieted down. No one died. All the villagers went to the nameless cave to explore the situation together.

They saw two people slowly coming out of the cave holding each other at the bottom of the cave.

Step by step, the sun shone on the two people, and the shadows in the cave were silent, not moving at all.

The proprietress carried the water pendant on her back, and had fled to the two mountains, and looked back at the two people, one of whom was short, a young girl, wearing the same ancient robe as her daughter, and her face was clear and quiet.

There was also a man, tall, and the sun had not yet shone on his face. Shui Pei's eyelids lifted a line. Her heartbeat was beating faster and faster, hurting the boss's heart.

That person is him, right? It's him, right? Yes –

Tiny red moles shine in the sun.

The wings of the birds flutter gently. The young man raised his head, looked at Shui Pei, raised his hand and pointed at it, the stunning girl nodded, and smiled at Shui Pei, the sunlight penetrated her body in an instant, and she was wearing her robe, and she disappeared in ashes.

Shui Pei exhaled a breath, and his body temperature gradually decreased until he returned to normal. She was cured.

"What's going on? What's wrong? The villagers exchanged heads, and soon, the answer was clear. One spread ten, ten spread hundreds, the good news grew wings and flew: "The purifier has succeeded!" Great hero, he solved the monster forever. We don't have to worry anymore! ”

What came out of the cave was Yayoi. Shui Pei can see it at a glance.

As for Feng Sheng, the bone bowl he held on his body had exhausted his strength in the fighting method, and he could no longer transform into a human. The gray-haired High Priest also disappeared forever with the shattered bone flute.

The flute was not made of arm bones. The last sacrifice of Fulong Cliff was not completed. The high priest finally disobeyed his duty, interrupted the sacrifice, destroyed the throne of the saint in the chaos, and exchanged his life for Su Wen to survive. First, he was afraid that the clansmen would let Su Wen die, and secondly, he really wanted to stay with Su Wen, so he used his arm bones to turn into a flute and weave an eternal dream to protect Su Wen in his dreams.

That catastrophe was finally not avoided. The world has changed, and the system of saints has disappeared. The High Priest squeezed the myth in his dreams, cunningly tampering with the legend to convince people of the existence of monsters, heroes, and the necessity of sacrifice.

The flute repeats itself in this way, hoping for eternal calamity until Yayoi intervenes.

The illusion was broken, the priests and the magic weapons were all gone, Su Wen walked out of the dream and looked at the real world, his body could not bear the weight of thousands of years of time, and he was wiped out. All the "filth" that violates the laws of nature is eliminated, and there is no need for a living sacrifice in Fulong Cliff. The Purifier has made another great achievement. Everything seems to be in perfect condition.

The seventy-two villages of Fulongya held a grand celebration.

There was a girl who laughed with the others, but her eyes wandered through the crowd, and she seemed to be looking for someone.

The purifier with the red mole at the corner of her eye felt her gaze and looked back at her, but she lowered her eyes.

Although it is so similar, in the end, it is different. She was looking for someone else.

Yayoi walked up to her and said to her, "I'm sorry, I don't want to give you false hope. He probably won't come back. ”

Shui Pei was silent for a moment and asked, "You took advantage of me?" ”

Fengsheng and Yayoi have a deep brotherhood, and it is reasonable to stay in Fulong Cliff for several years. But if it weren't for Shui Pei's sudden illness, Feng Sheng would not have rushed to be a sacrifice. Her illness came and went in a hurry, and the timing was so coincidental. Don't...... Yayoi deliberately made Shui Pei sick, so that Feng Sheng took the initiative to send the magic weapon for him?

Shui Pei's eyes were filled with tears, staring at Yayoi. Yayoi neither nodded nor shook his head, but said, "The power of the Great Sacrifice is indeed good. Five years ago, I couldn't directly enter the dream and fight the high priest, so I had to use such a roundabout method of warfare. Thankfully, it won. ”

It is equivalent to indirectly admitting Shui Pei's speculation.

"Won the ......" In this victory celebration, tears poured down from the water.

"What an excessively clean master! said that he went to various places to clean up, but the ones he used in his hands were all spiritual weapons that violated the natural laws of heaven and earth. The bare bare broom handle muttered.

Yayoi smiled faintly and put on the new broomstick.

The broom was gray and long, and could speak, and muttered to the handle of the broom, "Isn't it?" What is the difference between using my brother's bones as a ritual weapon and forcing his soul to stay in the world for a few more years? ”

The voice is the voice of the high priest.

When the dream collapsed, Yayoi brought the high priest out as well, in the form of a beard.

"Shut up, what do you know!" Fengsheng's voice retorted to the priest's beard.

This sharp voice came from the bone pendant on Yayoi's chest.

The bone bowl was broken, and it was carved into a bone pendant, and he could still accompany his brother, but he could no longer turn into a human form and hug his beloved girl.

The mountains and rivers are far away, and the clouds are rolling up. A few years ago, on the banks of the Qingjiang River, a woman was abandoned, with her youngest daughter Shui Pei, to return to her hometown to make a living. How to survive? Maybe open a shop, she thought. She is a tenacious son and daughter of the mountain, as long as she does not die, she can always live!

On the side of the road, there was an elder brother with a little brother, who was seriously ill and dying, and the elder brother seemed to have given up, and no longer fed him water, but only prayed cross-legged beside him. Xiao Shui Pei couldn't stand it, so he stole a bowl of porridge from his mother and gave it to him. He shook his head: "It's useless." ”

"Until the last moment, how do you know it's useless?" Shui Pei insisted, "You try again!" ”

Feng Sheng smiled and whispered, "If I can stay, I will definitely give you a chance." ”

Yayoi's purifying mantra paused, and when it sounded again, it had changed its tone.

This promise made Feng Shenghua turn into a bone bowl magic weapon and remain in the world. How long to stay? Shui Pei had a catastrophe in her life, and it was dangerous, and she wanted to kill her; And Su Wen became more and more uneasy in the barely prolonged dream, and wanted an answer from the bottom of his heart, even the end. Yayoi intervened at the right time.

Shui Pei's illness was not caused by Yayoi, but he did interfere with the time of the birth sacrifice, just when Shui Pei was seriously ill, the dream came to an end, and the judicial power of the great sacrifice was the weakest, and Feng Sheng also happened to come to help Yayoi shatter the dream in one fell swoop.

The so-called saintess doom has a reason for it. In fact, it is the saint who acts as a substitute to transfer the suffering of others to herself. That requires the saint's heartfelt willingness to sacrifice for the other party. The ancient priests, fearing that the holy woman would fall in love with someone and neglect her love for the whole clan, forbade her to make friends, and used thorns to remind her of the pain that the people would suffer in the catastrophe of heaven and earth.

This painstaking effort has been more and more misunderstood and distorted in the future. The sacrifices of the saints are also becoming more and more difficult to succeed.

And when Yayoi was fighting with the high priest, Feng Sheng reflected his concern about Shui Pei into Su Wen's heart. For the first time in my life, Su Wen understood what it was like to care so much about others and be more important than yourself. Before the weight of time crushed her, Su Wen volunteered to be a stand-in for Shui Pei's disease. Shui Pei can recover in an instant.

The care and persistence that the little girl by the river gave to others a few years ago saved her own life a few years later.

Later, Shui Pei had a husband. The husband is more humble than Feng, and he is not handsome, but he really loves her. Sometimes life is a little harder, but she endures it. In her heart, there is always a pair of gentle wings flapping. The little boy walked into the cave in order for her to have a little more hope of survival. If she doesn't live a good life, she doesn't seem to be able to live with others.

Their ordinary lives eventually dissipated in the long river of time.

And this story has been passed down.

"Is that the truth?" The black fork forest lord took the manuscript written by Pixing and asked.

"Who knows?" Mercy shrugged, "According to what they said, it doesn't prevent me from acting reasonably, right?" ”

"But there's another loophole here." The main road of the Black Fork Forest.

"What is it?" Pixing immediately asked curiously.

"Look." The Black Fork Forest Lord took out something, "I went to that hole, dug three feet into the ground, and finally found it." ”

"Did you find the ruins?!" Expectations are high. Expect to read a novel or something like before...... After all, she's so interested in telling the stories of these demons and monsters now, and she's inspired by the fragments they find!

"Uh......" The Black Fork Forest Lord was a little ashamed. This one didn't ...... "This is what I found." He handed it to the star.

When the star saw it, it was the remains of fruit. It's an ancient fruit. It's all fossilized. It's rare that the black fork forest master can still dig it back.

"So what?" She couldn't understand what the fruit could mean.

"Do you see you know it?" The black fork forest lord looked triumphant.

Of course I don't know.

"Indeed!" The Black Fork Forest Lord said, "Then what do you think it looks like?" ”

"Like ......," Mercy Star hesitated, "Cold Soul Fruit? ”

"Uh-huh!" The Black Fork Forest Lord nodded.

"But it's not a Cold Soul Fruit." Mercy Star Road.

"Hmm!" The Black Fork Forest Lord uttered his great conjecture, "I guess this is the fruit of a long, long time ago. At that time, there was no Cold Soul Fruit. This kind of fruit later underwent some kind of mutation before it became the current Cold Soul Fruit. And this primitive fruit is extinct. So people don't even know it! ”

"Wow!" Lianxing admired it very much, "You have such a big brain!" ”

The Black Fork Forest Lord heard that she didn't believe him, and hurriedly said, "King Man thinks so too!" She thinks what I'm thinking makes sense! ”

Now that Manshu has been brought out, the Mercy Star has nothing to say. She also admired Manshu, but asked, "I don't know how King Man, and Mr. Feng, are doing now." ”

The Black Fork Forest Lord didn't know either.

But he knew that the cave, like other ancient ruins, was somehow connected to demons. So in the depths of that cave, they also found a connection point with the demon world. So now, Manshu and Chenfeng are already in the demon realm.

Elder Naju followed the Tanuki Presley back and reported to the Demon Emperor Moga, who attached great importance to it and immediately prepared to meet with Manshu. But Manshu was no longer in contact.

Elder Ju's cold sweat came down, and he hurriedly rushed in front of the Tanuki Cat King to apologize to Moga: "It's all the minister's, isn't it!" It's all because the old minister didn't bring her, told her to wait......"

"It's not your fault." Maga sighed and said.

Elder Ju had already made his best judgment at that time. Such a character, if he goes to the demon world without authorization, something really happens, who is it? Maga understands very well, so he doesn't want to blame Elder Ju.

But where have they gone?

From the analysis of common sense, they probably followed the two tanuki and used some method to sneak in.

In terms of witchcraft, after Moga's precise inspection, it was indeed found that there were traces of the demon world being entered!

People are coming in!

The question is how many people came in? Where did you go when you came in? What's the conspiracy? It's no wonder that the demon world is not as good as facing the enemy, and it's a comprehensive investigation. (To be continued.) )