The morgues are generally placed by people from the southern Xinjiang tribes, and they have regulations.

That is, the people of the southern Xinjiang tribe cannot refine their own people into corpses, otherwise they will be regarded as traitors and will be hunted down and killed by everyone in the southern Xinjiang tribe.

On the way to the morgue, there is a maple grove, and the leaves of this maple grove are always red.

It grows on a tree, and when it falls to the ground, it turns into a little dust.

So when you walk on the road, all you step on is the muddy ground along the way.

Cangming and Cangluo have never been here since the Cang family was destroyed.

Even if it's every year to worship ancestors.

The deceased is gone, and no matter how much I mourn, it will only increase the sorrow.

They thought they would only come here when they died, but because of an accident, they came here again.

The smell of sorrow permeates the place.

This place was depressing, and all the people who came in had no smiles on their faces.

Even Lin Ruo is the same.

Lin Ruo was full of curiosity about this place, and from the moment he entered the jungle, he looked around.

Eyes gurgling.

Normally, his face should be full of smiles, but today the corners of his mouth are pulled back, and he looks serious.

"Here we are."

Sawu didn't come, and there was no Sawu among the people who died, and there were no Sawu four times.

Some people in the southern Xinjiang tribe suspect that it is Zuo Wu's hand.

But because of Zuo Wu's status, he didn't dare to say it clearly.

This time it was Rero who led the team, saying it was a morgue, but it was more like a patchwork cemetery.

The back row is continuous, and there are countless tombstones.

They have heroes who died for the strength of the tribes in southern Xinjiang, and there are also people who died of natural causes.

But whoever they are, they have a reason to be buried here, because without him, they are all people from the southern Xinjiang tribe.

There is only one row of houses here, with a green roof and a red brick wall underneath, and a large wooden door in front of it, on which a large brass ring buckle hangs.

"Knock knock."

Lei Luo knocked three times with the buckle, and waited about three seconds.

The wooden door slowly opened.

Out of the darkness, a rickety old man came out with a lamp in his hand.

"The living do not enter, and the dead do not ......"

The old man is the caretaker of the morgue, and few people know when he was here.

It could be decades, it could be hundreds of years.

Cangming remembered that the last time he came, the old man was there, and his father had told him that the old man had existed even further.

"The immortal lamp has not been extinguished, but it is under the bridge to bring people back."

After Lei Luo finished speaking, the old man got out of the way, and everyone followed Lei Luo to the front.

Cangming followed the year after and glanced at the old man.

A face full of folds, which can be regarded as dark spots, looks like a dying person, but Cangming knows that this old man can live for a long time.

Because that's what he looked like the last time he saw this old man.

The years have not aggravated him in the slightest.

I didn't see him continue to grow old, and I didn't see him young from now on.

What an amazing person.

There are many things in the southern Xinjiang tribe that are difficult to know, such as the gatekeeper Hei Lei, or this old man.

I was allowed to go ahead.

It's just that he didn't expect that when he walked to Lin Ruo's place, the old man suddenly turned back.

"He can't go in." The old man stood in front of Lin Ruo, just blocking Lin Ruo outside.

There was a faint green glow in these eyes.

"Why?" If Lin Ruo couldn't get in, who could they rely on to save their lives.

"Why?" Lin Ruo blinked his eyes and asked curiously, if others can enter, why can't he enter.

The old man was stunned when he heard Lin Ruo speak, and looked at Lin Ruo in some surprise.

Incredible!

Incredible!!

Obviously there is no breath of a living person, he is obviously a dead person, but he can speak, and there is something else in these eyes.

It is a living person, not a dead person.

But he had a feeling that the person in front of him was a silver corpse.

"You are not from the Southern Xinjiang tribe, and you don't have the blood of the Southern Xinjiang tribe in your body." The old man said.

Only people from the southern tribes were allowed to come in here, and he had been abiding by this rule for so many years.

Lin Ruo looked at the person in front of him inexplicably.

He was so strange, what southern Xinjiang tribes, what blood, if it wasn't for the master asking me to come over, I wouldn't be happy to come in.

It just so happens that he doesn't go in now, but he still has to pretend to be aggrieved, looking at his master, even if he is very happy in his heart.

Cangluo turned his head and glanced at the innocent Lin Ruo.

"Old gentleman, can't you be accommodating, he came in to save people, and he is a silver corpse, even if he can speak."

For so many years, no one knew the old man's name, and they only called him an old gentleman when they came.

Lei Luo opened his mouth and said, if this forest does not enter, the people inside will not be able to survive.

I didn't find that there was such a rule here, because when I came here before, I always came to worship my ancestors, and no one would bring a silver corpse or a bronze corpse.

"If I let him in, I'll have to let you all out."

The old man still had no idea of moving away.

I didn't find out before, how this old man is so old-fashioned.

Lei Luo frowned, didn't say much, and looked at the others who had come with him.

"What do you say?"

Ke Xun, Peng Yao and the others didn't speak, they looked at each other.

They wanted to say that they were hard-hitting, but if they did, they were afraid that if someone in their family died in the future, they wouldn't want to be buried in this place.

"Or, take the people out, we'll treat them outside."

Seeing that the others were not speaking, Cangming proposed.

Lei Luo and the others glanced at each other and slapped the back of their heads with their hands, why didn't they think of this way?

"Go, go in, find out the people of each house, and bring them outside."

"Hmm."

The men went their separate ways.

Cangming and Cangluo stayed outside to accompany Lin Ruo.

Cangming looked at the old man who was lying on his back, in fact, he was a little curious just now, how did this old man see that Lin Ruo was not a person from the southern Xinjiang tribe.

The old man stays here all year round and rarely goes inside the tribe.

The major families have reproduced and inherited, maybe Lin Ruo is one of the people in the family?

Moreover, Lin Ruo is a silver corpse, in fact, Lin Ruo has already gotten rid of the appearance of a silver corpse, and the Yellow Spring Breath operating in his body is much stronger than most people in the southern Xinjiang tribes.

But that's it, it was also recognized at a glance, and I have to say that the old man's eyes were vicious.

The old man found a place to sit down, his head kept down, and occasionally raised it, also looking at Lin Ruo.

Lin Ruo didn't have so many worries, it was just right not to go in, but unfortunately he couldn't go back.

It's so depressing here, he can't wait to go back to sleep and make trouble.

"Master, when can I leave?"

Lin Ruo asked Cangluo next to him.

Cangluo also learned from the old man to find a place to sit down, but he liked to look up at the sky.

The clear blue sky, the drifting white clouds, and the slightly drunken wind are really a weather worth pondering.

It was because it was easy to make people think, so he didn't hear Lin Ruo's words for a while.

These days, it seems a little incredible.

And the reason for this incredible is that he has refined an extraordinary silver corpse, a silver corpse that can speak.

"Master, master."

Lin Ruo saw that Cangluo ignored him, so he walked closer and pushed a few more times before Cangluo recovered from his confused state.

"What's wrong?" Cangluo looked at Lin Ruo who pushed him and asked.

"When are we leaving, it's a little stuffy." Lin Ruo yawned.

He was more and more like a living person than a silver corpse.

Need to save people, I'm afraid it wasn't so fast, he looked at the opening in the morgue.

They had been waiting outside for a while, and no one had come out with them.

Is it that slow?

"Wait a minute!"

As soon as his words fell, Lei Luo had already come out with a person.

"It's faster, you woke people up on the other side of the stream like last time, there are 9 people in total, one less than last time."

In the middle of the month, people from the southern Xinjiang tribes were killed four times.

Yesterday was the fourth time, and the number of people increased one by one.

One for the first time, three for the second time, five for the third time and ten for yesterday.

The first three times together were nine people, less than the last ten people.

Rero thought he was too late, but he didn't want those people to be slower than him.

To this day, he is still the first.

Thinking of this, he frowned slightly.

There are a few people who are a little closer to him, and there are not necessarily fewer people than him, how can they come out so slowly.

But after thinking about it for a while, I immediately understood that these people are calculating.

After all, I was still afraid, afraid that Cangming and Cangluo were lying to them, so I wanted to wait for someone to test it before rectifying it.

Calculations are all on my head, Relo shook his head.

Since you don't want to come out on top, give it to me.

As for whether Cangming and Cangluo can save his people, it doesn't need to be said, there are the first ten people as witnesses.

Lei Luo walked in front of Cangming and Cangluo, he had just walked here, and the two of them immediately followed.

"You just came out, too."

"Well, just now!"

Both of these people were closer to Lei Luo just now, but they came out later than Lei Luo.

The two of them knew each other, and neither of them spoke.

Lei Luo looked at the two of them and let out a sneer.

Then he said to Cangming and Cangluo: "I'm tired of the two virtuous nephews." ”

"It should be done for Uncle Rero."

Cangming looked at Cangluo, and Cangluo nodded at him.

"Lin Ruo, let's start."

After Lin Ruo saw the dead person in front of him, his eyes immediately glowed with green.

There is energy to eat, even if it is not pure, but after eating it, he can refine it pure.

The green aura was transferred from the body of the dead person to his body, and after about ten minutes, Lin Ruo stood here unharmed, while the person who was still dead just now opened his eyes.

The name of the person who died was Lei Zhan, the only son of the three elders of the Lei family, and he was still the son of an old man.

He was very fond of this only son, and after hearing that Lei Zhan had died, the three elders couldn't afford to get sick.

None of this is known to the dead Thunder War.

He only felt that he had slept for a long, long time, so long that he felt that he could never wake up again.

His eyes opened slightly, and the harsh sunlight fell into his eyes, forcing him to cover them with his hands.

"Where is this?"

With a slightly dry and hoarse voice, I haven't spoken for a long time, and I don't know what it's like to speak.

"Really alive ......"

"Alive......"

The two people who were hesitating inside just now were a little incredulous.

After all, they didn't see those ten people, maybe they were originally alive, so they didn't believe it.

And now that Lei Zhan has come to life, they believe it, they really believe it.

But when they wanted to take people over, they were already squeezed to the end.

Ten minutes for one person, and when it was their turn, an hour passed.

Seeing everyone else smiling, they were also very happy in their hearts.

But why does Lin Ruo look like he is swaying, can he continue?

"Cangming and Cangluo, the two virtuous nephews, Lin Ruo is fine, do you want to take a break."

Looking at Lin Ruo, who looked like he was drunk, they were not at ease, this was really not at ease.

Cangming looked at the two of them who were still not at ease, and sneered in his heart.

"If the two uncles are not at ease, they can come tomorrow, but I can't guarantee that Lin Ruo will still have the ability to resurrect people tomorrow."

Lin Ruo's ability is estimated not to disappear, but Cangming will not say so.

These two people seem to be cautious, but they don't trust them, and even the person who saved them may not be on his side in the future.

Now he will say a word to them, either he will do it today or he will not accompany them tomorrow.

The two looked at each other, then excused each other.

"Master, I'm going back."

Lin Ruoke doesn't care about the two of them, his stomach is a little swollen now, a little icy.

These people had been in the morgue for at least a month, and they were covered with cold, so the weight of seven was even worse than the last time it was ten.

"Wait a minute, I'll ask."

Cangluo opened his mouth and said, "Two uncles, do you want to get it, if you don't get it, you will go back, by the way, Brother Cangming is right, Lin Ruo may not have this ability tomorrow, it is only three, it has already been twice, maybe it is the limit." ”

Seeing that the two of them hadn't reacted yet, he really planned to take Lin Ruo away.

However, the moment he left, the two behind made up their minds.

"Ask the two good nephews for help."

"Ugh." Cangluo sighed.

"Lin Ruo, go over, the last two, go back to sleep after you finish it."

"Hmm." Lin Ruo nodded very unwillingly.

Although Lin Ruo looked like he was drunk, he still saved the two of them very easily.

However, it took twice as long as before, and it took two people twenty minutes each.

These breaths were too cold for Lin Ruo.

By the time it was done, it was already dark.

Everyone left, but the old man kept looking at Lin Ruo.

"An unbelievable silver corpse."

The old man has lived for so many years and has never seen anything like this.

The resurrection of the dead was achieved by a person who was not a tribe of southern Xinjiang.

When they were carried to the morgue, he knew they weren't dead.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be in the morgue, but in the cemetery in the back.

When everyone had gone, he closed the wooden door again, and there was no one to keep him company except the dead.

And how long will the future last, decades, centuries, or even a long time.