Hearing this, the text department was shocked, after all, the awakening of the new remnant soul meant that he could learn more clues about his life experience.

As early as when he was a child, he realized the difference between himself and others, because in his body, there were four remnant souls.

It's just that these four remnant souls were all asleep when they were first discovered, and with some major changes that happened in childhood, the bloody hand predecessors were able to wake up first.

How can the bloody hand and remnant soul be seriously damaged, and it seems that he can't remember any memories of his life, and he can't provide any clues to the life history of the writing department.

After that, the Writing Department resolutely left home to find the answer to the four remnants of his soul......

He established the Doomsday Ember Organization, and secretly visited many royal monuments, and even some forbidden places on the mainland, and also left their footprints, but he never found a clue.

It was also during this period that the people of Doom Ember inadvertently discovered the sealed place of the Midnight Light God, and then decided to help him break through the seal and return to the mainland to protect the common people through the catastrophe of the 500-year reincarnation.

And today, the confrontation between the water tribe and the phantom flute actually caused another remnant soul in the body to awaken, which is a good thing.

However, the remnant soul of the bloody hand has already issued a call, and if you go to see him, the body must be settled.

But at this time, he is out of the territory of the water tribe, this is a place that has been invaded by the demon lord, who knows if there will be any huge danger, and the matter of entering the country is not possible for the time being.

"Senior Bloody Hand, when I find a safe place, I will go and visit. ”

"Hmm...... Well, you'd better be quick, kid, this guy who woke up this time...... It doesn't seem that simple. ”

Listening to the serious tone of the Bloody Hand Remnant Soul, the Writing Section knew that the other party was by no means alarmist, but what made him puzzled was that it was also the remnant soul sleeping in his body, could they still fight?

Although he was puzzled, the Writing Section knew that this matter should not be delayed, so he glanced at the phantom flute, which was still in a coma, and then unfolded the text scroll, locked it in an energy cage, and then waved his arm, and took it away from the Aquarium territory as well.

When it comes to safe places, the Writing Department has long had a choice in mind......

It was in a wooded area not far from the aquarium, and there was a bush growing on a low hill, and in the midst of it was hidden a quiet little cave, which had left him with some very fond memories......

Relying on the memory of when Ning Er brought him here before, according to the general direction, the Writing Department quickly found the cave......

Looking at this hole hidden under the bushes, I couldn't help but think of the little Wang Ba who liked to bite his head, and the writing department fell into a short-term beauty, and he was in a trance for a long time, and finally a few birdsongs pulled him back to reality.

Even though it's not the first time I've come here, I still have to sigh that the guy from the Turtle Mumu is really good at finding a place.

Whether it is the ancient tree where the demon cow lived in the Broken Dragon Cliff before, or the hand-dug cave here, it is indeed difficult to find without the guidance of acquaintances.

Holding the energy cage where the phantom flute was held in one hand, the writing department shook his head and smiled bitterly, his face full of melancholy, and then he didn't think much about it anymore and stepped in......

However, before they reached the deepest part of the small cave, their eyes widened in surprise, and the huge turtle shell lying motionless on the ground exuded a familiar aura.

Throwing the energy cage aside, the Writing Department hurriedly stepped forward to check, only to see that the Divine Turtle Mumu was still breathing weakly, and his limbs were covered with scars.

He tried to call twice, but there was no response......

The Writing Department could see that it must have experienced a fierce battle, was seriously wounded, and lay dormant here, but I don't know if the opponent is the ...... The Demon Lord who destroyed the Water Tribe......

As if he felt something in his heart, and as if he heard the call of the Writing Department, Mu Mu slowly opened his eyes, but he looked very weak, and he didn't know how long he had been here alone......

"Mumu, are you okay?" Seeing that he was awake, the Writing Department stepped forward and whispered.

Looking at the familiar head in front of him, the turtle Mumu struggled to step forward and bite him, but he was so weak that he couldn't even support his body.

Seeing this, the writing department was afraid that his injuries would worsen, so he hurriedly poked his head over.

Mu Mu opened his big mouth and bit it gently, as if to make sure that the person in front of him was not an illusion, and then grinned widely, smiling......

Immediately after, its massive body, with a flash of light, returned to the size of a pet.

Finally seeing the person he trusted appear, Mu Mu's spirit, which had been tense for an unknown amount of time, seemed to be unable to hold it anymore, and after shrinking, he fell into a coma again......

The writing department leaned over and hugged it in his arms, stroked it and whispered, "Take a good rest, it's okay......"

It was only then that he discovered that there was a huge terrifying wound on Mu Mu's back that pierced the carapace, and it was not difficult to deduce that this fatal wound was the root cause of Mu Mu's weakness.

The writing department knew that this must have been done by the demon lord, and they couldn't help but worry for a while......

Since the Divine Turtle Mumu was seriously injured and appeared here, it indicates that Ning'er must have encountered the Demon Lord, but now he is nowhere to be seen, and he doesn't know where he is, whether he has encountered an accident...... But I don't know......

However, thinking about this at this time is just a false guess, and the top priority is to figure out what the newly awakened remnant soul in his body wants!

The Writing Department did not forget the urgent call of the previous bloody predecessors to him, so he bent over, gently put Mu Mu aside, and then sat cross-legged, really settled.

In a short time, the figure of the writing department appeared in the world of his spiritual consciousness......

It is like an island, with a towering tree growing in the center of the island, and around the giant tree, there is a babbling river, flowing in the middle of nowhere......

The place where the writing department appeared was at the foot of the giant tree, and only one of the five vine cocoons was intact, and the other four were empty.

Each of the five vine cocoons has a rattan that connects to the ancient tree in the center of the island, and the remnant soul and his own spirit all emerge from the cocoon.

At this time, on the bank of the river, a man in a black robe was standing alone with his back to the ancient tree.

Not far behind him were the two seniors of Bloody Hand and Feather Tears, who were like facing the great enemy.

The three remnant souls have been facing each other for a long time, and during this period, no matter how insulted the bloody hand is, the newborn black-robed remnant soul will not respond, after all, this is the spiritual world of the writing department, which makes the bloody hand dare not act rashly.

Seeing the appearance of the Writing Department, Bloody Hand glanced at him and said, "Remnant Feng boy, you are finally here, when this guy first came out, the ground shook and the mountains shook, I don't know what he wants to do." ”

After hearing this, the writing department clenched his fists and said: "Don't worry, bloody seniors, wait for me to ask." ”

"Okay, okay, anyway, you're here anyway, I'll leave it to you, I'll go back to sleep, call me if you need to fight." As he spoke, the bloody hand stretched his waist, ran to the foot of the ancient tree, and found a more comfortable place to lie down.

Seeing this, Yu Tear was still silent, nodded to the writing department, and turned to leave......

The Writing Department knew that these two senior remnants were worried that their spiritual consciousness world would be damaged, so they did not slack off on the newborn black-robed remnant soul before they appeared.

He was grateful in his heart, but he didn't say much, he turned to look at the newborn remnant soul, and said with a fist: "Thank you seniors for helping, dare to ask seniors for their names." ”

The writing department knew very well that when he fought with the phantom flute before, the black-robed one-eyed person who appeared was the remnant soul in his body who had just awakened, so he took the lead in speaking and broke the silence.

Hearing this, the black-robed remnant soul who had been silent for a long time turned around, just as he had seen when he was in the outside world before, there was only one huge vertical eye on his entire face!

"Left eye. ”

Although the other party did not have a mouth, I don't know what to answer, but the writing department can be very sure that what I heard is exactly what the other person said.

"The left senior, the younger generation, I don't know...... Where are you from?"

"The Demon Realm. ”

The black-robed remnant soul who claimed to be Zuo Mu was concise and to the point, without much to say, and cherished words like gold, but compared to his previous attitude towards Bloody Hand and Feather Tears, this was already quite friendly.

After hearing this, the writing department continued to ask, "What about ...... Do you remember anything from your lifetime?"

After hearing this, he turned his back to the writing department, and seemed to mutter, "Remember." ”

Seeing this, the writing department stepped forward, stood side by side with him, and waited for a long time, but the other party did not tell, so he said: "I wonder if the seniors can tell about it?"

"Yes. ”

“......”

I have to say that this black-robed remnant soul has the left eye, and he must answer all questions, closely following the topic, which really makes the writing department quite helpless.

Just as the Writing Section waited for a long time and did not respond, and was about to continue to ask, Zuo Mu took the lead in speaking: "Friend, do you all like to interrupt other people's observations so much?"

As soon as these words came out, the writing department was confused, this is their own spiritual consciousness world, what is worth observing, and they couldn't help asking: "Senior, I don't know how to say this?"

"I'm watching your memories. ”

Hearing this, the Writing Department is not surprised, his own ontological soul shares the memories of these remnant souls, which is natural, but the left eye uses the word observation, which is really intriguing.

Seeing that the writing department didn't answer, Zuo Mu continued: "The memories shared by your ontology are all mutilated, so I took a closer look...... Your whole life. ”

After hearing this, the writing department nodded as if he didn't understand, and asked, "I wonder if the seniors have observed anything?"

"Well, let's reintroduce it, you should be able to understand something, my name, or the full name of the code......" The black-robed remnant soul left eye seemed to try to organize his own language as much as possible, and he continued, "Tyrant's eye, Fanming left eye!"