Pain......

It hurts......

Qiao Yang's consciousness gradually recovered in a daze, and he felt an indescribable pain all over his body, as if someone had smashed his bones one by one with a blunt object, and under this intense pain, he even felt that this body no longer seemed to belong to him.

I...... Where is it?

His thoughts were a little confused, and he opened his eyes in a daze.

The sky was extremely gray, and some things kept falling from the sky, like a gray fog condensing, and like a cloud of gloomy and cold breath, more like the ashes left after something was burned by the flames.

The surroundings were quiet, there was no sound, not even any color, the sky was gray, the clouds were gray, and the stones and trees around him were also gray, like an outsider who accidentally fell into the world of black and white photographs.

A piece of floating ash fell on Qiao Yang's palm, slowly dissolved, and escaped into the air, leaving no trace, only the palm was cold.

This is...... Rich smell of decay coalesce ......?

Oh...... By the way, I'm in the secret realm of the cemetery in Ye City......

It hurts......

I...... Injured?

Is it ...... The ...... attacked by the King of the Oni Wood

Qiao Yang recalled the broken memories intermittently, but the intense pain kept pricking his nerves, in order to relieve this pain, Qiao Yang could only shift his attention to other directions.

Little Black ......

By the way, what about Blackie?

Qiao Yangping collapsed to the ground, just called out a voice, but what he shouted was a rough mutter of unknown meaning, his throat itched, and he coughed twice, which affected the injuries in his body and made the pain go deeper into his internal organs.

"Ahem...... Hiss ......"

He gasped, his face pale from the pain, but suddenly he felt something hovering over the tip of his nose, so close that his eyes could not focus, and he could only see a faint black.

It's Blackie!

Hey, you're okay, thank goodness......

A big stone fell in his heart, Qiao Yang breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and began to try to condense his spiritual power with great effort.

A soft and warm honey-orange fluorescence slowly condensed with the pull of his spiritual power, enveloping his body, making Qiao Yang's whole person glorious and holy, like a god who came out of a myth, and was incompatible with the cold and gray black and white world around him.

Contract Skill: Self-healing.

The honey-orange holy light energy that was in the same vein as the Honey Flower Demon began to wander around the limbs and bones, like a warm current, and the intense pain instantly weakened a lot where it passed.

Two or three minutes later, Qiao Yang slowly clenched his fists, and because of the contract technique, the injuries on his body had improved a lot, and he felt that he could initially control his body.

He opened his eyes again and slowly sat up on his feet.

A dark figure slid down the tip of his nose and rolled to his knees.

The pair of black shadows were a little broken, like the butterfly wings wet by the rain, and the tentacles danced up and down excitedly, seeing the owner wake up, Xiao Hei instantly showed an extremely strong surprise.

"I'm fine, sorry to worry you. ”

Qiao Yang wanted to touch Xiao Hei's wings, a butterfly that has always been elegant and beautiful, and the butterfly wings became so broken that Qiao Yang felt a little sorry.

But he couldn't fully control his body, and could only hook a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Hei put his mind at ease and wanted to fly back to his exclusive position, but after shaking his wings for a while, he found that he seemed to have lost the ability to fly and could not fly.

It was a little confused and a little flustered, so it had to resort to the oldest way of action of insects - crawling.

seemed to be a little out of strength, Xiao Hei's crawling figure was very unstable, trembling and stubborn, and finally climbed on Qiao Yang's shoulder, and finally felt at ease.

Its wings were closed, and it carefully snuggled up to its owner's cheek, and it was extremely attached.

Qiao Yang was a little distressed, Xiao Hei's scales broke like this, and he didn't know how long it would take to recover......

He exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, and then gently turned his head to observe the surrounding environment, but when he saw the ashes that kept falling around him, and the gray and barren land, Qiao Yang was a little dazed for a moment.

Odd...... Am I not supposed to be in the dead woods?

The ashes in the sky were swaying like goose feathers and snow, much denser than when he first entered the secret realm of the graveyard, and he could clearly feel how rich the decaying energy here was.

Even everything around them was affected by the decaying energy, turning grayish and white, and only itself was still colored.

By the way, what about Lu Weiying? was attacked by the King of Ghost Wood, is there anything wrong with him?

Qiao Yang shouted in a rough voice, but this area was too quiet, there was not the slightest sound, and his rough voice came out so abruptly, far away.

There was no response.

Qiao Yang frowned, he came to this place inexplicably, was it the reason for the special laws of the secret realm? Or was it some other coincidental factor?

It is very likely that Lu Weiying suffered the same thing as himself, was he also teleported to other places?

He was a little puzzled, and quickly took out the communicator in the storage bag.

But not surprisingly, there was no signal from the communicator, and even the walkie-talkie could not contact Tutor Yan Siqi.

Qiao Yang's heart sank, his mood became heavy, and there was nothing he could do for the time being, so he had to rest for a while to recover his strength.

This barren land may be eerie, but fortunately, it doesn't seem to be in danger yet.

The self-healing skill has been used, but magic will not instantly make a seriously injured person become alive, and it will take a while for him to recover.

Qiao Yang sat in place for a few more hours, the pain coming from inside his body was greatly relieved again, and he raised his arm tremblingly, making sure that all this was not his hallucination.

The power of self-healing power was gradually healing his body, but at the same time, the hunger in his stomach was becoming more pronounced.

was whipped hard by the branch of the king of the ghost wood, and even the tenacious calamity general couldn't withstand a blow, and whipped it on the demon tamer who was even weaker, which can be imagined.

Qiao Yang's bones were at least half broken at that time, but even such a serious injury could heal so quickly, which was the magic of the Holy Light healing skill.

Qiao Yang supported himself with his palms, slowly straightened his body, and moved his neck jerkily and stiffly, feeling that the pain coming from inside his body had been greatly relieved compared to before.

Qiao Yang kicked his legs, feeling that there was not much obstacle to his actions, he took out the dry food, stuffed it into his mouth indiscriminately, and first calmed his clamor stomach.

It's not a way to stay here all the time, Qiao Yang thought while eating, so he took a deep breath, ready to explore this unfamiliar area first.

The land is extremely desolate, and the sky and the earth are also filled with a thin layer of mist, which will not block the pathfinder's vision, but can make the distant scenery hazy, making it difficult to see the real and the void.

(End of chapter)