"Birds, birds, you were kind enough to show me the way, but I ate you, alas. ”

Lu Li touched his stomach and thought apologetically in his heart.

Following the red-winged birds, Lu Li took a big stride and ran all the way.

I don't know how long it took, the twisted strange trees beside him suddenly decreased a lot, and Lu Li's eyes swept casually, and he found a few traces of human felling.

"Are there humans living here? or elves or dwarves?"

Lu Li guessed, but the pace of running stopped suddenly.

It turned out to be several buildings made of trees, which appeared in front of Lu Li's eyes.

Lu Li looked around and saw that there were no longer such twisted trees growing in the larger area around, and the knee-high weeds on the ground had also been deliberately trimmed, making this place form a regular open space artificially carved out.

The red-winged bird seemed to have fulfilled its mission, and finally flapped its wings and flew into one of the wooden huts.

These buildings are of a variety of styles and do not seem to have been created by the same people or civilizations.

The hut where the red-winged birds flew into preserved the form of the trees to the greatest extent possible, except by hollowing them out to resemble a treehouse.

"This hut is certainly uncomfortable to live in. ”

This was Lu Li's first reaction.

If Ye Shengqing, who is familiar with the civilizations of various races through the "Treasure of Universal Knowledge", is present, he will definitely recognize it at a glance, this is a common architectural style of the elf race.

Lu Li didn't blindly approach, he took a closer look at the rest of the buildings, and found that although the workmanship of these buildings was quite rough, it was obviously constantly improved, and the builder's intentions could still be seen on the whole.

Except for the treehouse where the red-winged birds flew into, the rest of the dwelling-like buildings were covered with thick dust and cobwebs, making them quite desolate.

"Come here, young man, I don't have much time to talk to you. ”

A sluggish, dry, rough voice, as if it hadn't spoken in a long time, came from inside the treehouse-like building.

Only then did Lu Li turn his gaze back to the treehouse, and he walked vigilantly and slowly towards the dark hole in the treehouse.

As he approached, a foul smell of urine and the stench of decay poured out of the black, cloth-shrouded treehouse, pouring into his nose.

This made him retch instinctively, but he endured it with excellent will and continued to walk forward.

When he was about five steps away, Lu Li finally saw the inside of the treehouse shrouded in darkness.

A crude wooden bed was set up in the treehouse, and a humanoid creature of unadulthood lay on top of it.

The humanoid had almost no hair on the top of its head, except for a few strands of long, withered, gray hair that hung sparsely down.

The long, thinning hair had been dragged from the edge of the bed to the floor, apparently untrimmed for a long time.

Beneath the sparsely drooping strands of long hair is the wrinkled, bone-clinging skin of the face.

His complexion was sickly pale after years of sunlight, and at first glance he looked like a ghost in the dimly lit treehouse.

Lu Li's eyelids jumped slightly, but he still endured the discomfort in his heart and continued to look at the old man in front of him.

The old man felt Lu Li's gaze, and slowly and stiffly tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a terrible smile that was more penetrating than friendly.

With this simple facial movement, his cloudy, seemingly lost light eyes turned left and right, as if instinctively using his vision to determine Lu Li's position.

At this time, the two long pointed ears on the side of the old man's head that were weakly shrugged had also come into Lu Li's eyes.

"Is this an elf? How many years has he been here, an elf known for his long lifespan, and how many years has he been here?"

Lu Li thought about it as he asked, "Who are you and where is this?"

Hearing Lu Li's question, the old elf's cloudy eyes turned, as if he was using his no longer sensitive thoughts to organize the words that were about to be spoken.

After waiting for a while, Lu Li heard the other party's dry and sluggish answer:

"My name is Yuri, Yuri Chasing the Wind. As you can see, I'm an old elf, a poor elf who can't even get out of bed. ”

The elf who called himself Yuri Chasing Wind took twice as long as the average person to introduce himself.

He breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "This is the place where the gods sleep, and it is the half of the kingdom of the ancestral god in the lower realm. ”

As he spoke, Old Yuri pulled the corners of his mouth again, revealing an oozing and terrifying smile, and said, "Although I don't want to say this, you are still welcome, this will be the place where you will spend the rest of your life." ”

"The place of divine rest?"

Lu Li was still immersed in these two terms, and suddenly heard the second half of Old Yuri's words, and couldn't help frowning and asked, "You mean, I will be trapped here forever and unable to get out?"

Old Yuri opened his cloudy eyes and didn't speak for a long time, just when Lu Li was a little impatient and was about to ask a question, a faint snoring sound had sounded from Old Yuri's nose.

The old elf was so old that he had spent most of his few lives dormant.

Whoop.

A red-winged bird fluttered its wings from the old man's bedside.

Lu Li saw this bird at this time, when Yuri Chafeng was talking to him before, this bird was huddled motionless at the head of Old Yuri's bed as if it was dead, so that Lu Li did not notice it.

Whoop.

The red-winged bird chirped twice, flapped its wings, and flew out of the treehouse above Lu Li's head.

Lu Li subconsciously followed the bird, but saw the bird hovering in the air for a while, and then landed on the top of the most special building in the center of the clearing.

The building is still largely wood, as wood is the most common material here, but its top is made up of staggered tiles like fish scales.

This made Lu Li feel a sense of familiarity at a glance, knowing that this was built by the human race.

Lu Li strode towards the building, getting closer, and Lu Li found that this building had many similarities with the ancestral halls he had seen before.

However, the details are extremely simple, just like a person who does not understand architecture, and it took a long time to rebuild repeatedly before it was finally completed.

At the entrance to the ancestral hall, there is a wooden door that is split into two sides, and the wooden door is only locked with a simple wooden bolt, and it seems that there is no fear that someone will enter uninvited.

Lu Li pulled out the wooden bolt, and in the falling dust, he pushed open the wooden door in front of him with a "squeak".

The ancestral hall was dim, and the choking fly ash and the strong musty smell poured into Lu Li's nasal cavity at the same time, so that he couldn't help but stretch out his right hand and fan it in front of his nose.

After losing Jian Yuan, although Lu Li's eyesight is still quite sharp, it obviously no longer has the night vision he had before.

Therefore, Lu Li could only get out of the way, and let the light cast from the sky and unknown roots reflect in from the door.

This made the dim environment in the ancestral hall a little brighter, so that a stone table with rough workmanship and a few wooden plaques with words engraved on them were clearly revealed in front of Lu Li's eyes.

Lu Li took a step forward, picked up a wooden plaque and looked at it, only to see that this wooden plaque resembled a spirit plaque, and Lu Li engraved words on it that Lu Li did not recognize.

Before this time, Lu Li would miss the pale yellow quaint jade and the days when there was a [Universal Treasure of General Knowledge].

Lu Li's fingers holding the wooden card could only be touched, he turned the wooden card over, and saw that the reverse side was also engraved with words, but it was Lu Li's common kind of text:

Yinhai Lin's family - Lin Zhanshan.

"Yinhailin family?"

Lu Li thought about the memories related to this term in his mind, and a figure with fluttering silver hair, sharp sword light, and considerable strength appeared in his memory thoughts.

Lin Xi.

"This Lin Zhanshan is from the Yinhai Lin family...... I don't know what it has to do with Lin Xi, why is his name engraved on this kind of wooden plaque?"

Lu Li was puzzled, and picked up another wooden card, but saw that the front and back of this wooden card were engraved with words he knew:

Sword Sect – Sumeru.

Seeing this name, Lu Li's eyes widened suddenly, as if he wanted to accommodate more light in order to see the words on it more clearly.

"Sword Sect, Sumeru...... Isn't this the Sumeru Sword Saint? The Sumeru Sword Saint who wrote "Void Condensing Sword Xing"? According to the ancient sword, the Sumeru Sword Saint has fallen for many years, is this the place where his bones are buried?"