Qin Liang passed every course in the final exam very smoothly, but in order not to be too shocking, he controlled his results at a little on the passing line. In this way, the qualification certificate of a junior rune master can be guaranteed to be in your hands, and it will not attract too much attention from others.

After the exam, Qin Liang could relax, and the first place he wanted to go to was the Martyrs' Cemetery. And he lied to his family, saying that he went to his classmates to play for a day and spent the night there. In fact, I walked into the martyrs' cemetery at night.

After thinking about it for so long, Qin Liang finally accepted the fact that he had crossed over, and decided that the first thing he had to solve when he regained his peak was the problem of his weak body, and the first step he had to do was to build the foundation of his cultivation.

The martyrs' cemetery occupies a large area, solemn and solemn, walking in it, you seem to be able to be infected by the breath of those martyrs of the country, the cemetery that should be gloomy at night, but let you feel the blood surging.

Qin Liang, who was like a tourist, walked in the martyr's cemetery, and slowly he went deep into the depths of the cemetery. Looking at the vigorous pine trees around him and looking around at the forest of steles, Qin Liang's face was never more solemn.

He took out a knife from his pocket and cut the belly of his ten fingers one by one, and each time he cut the belly of one finger, Qin Liang used blood to carve a rune on the ground. When all ten fingers were slashed, a skull made of ten runes appeared on the ground.

The blood that depicts the skull seems to be flowing, but it doesn't feel eerie, but surging and surging as if trying to tell something. Using a knife to cut through his palm, Qin Liang's hands formed a peculiar mark, and his voice became vicissitudes and solemn.

"Heroic souls who sleep on the earth through the medium of blood, please listen to my mourning, and may you forget the sorrows of the world......"

As Qin Liang's voice became more and more ethereal, a small whirlwind blew in front of every tombstone in the surrounding stele forest, and finally the whirlwind became bigger and bigger and kept converging. The whining wind seems to tell the joys and sorrows of the world - the unwillingness to kill the enemy when he died, and the concern for his relatives at the moment of losing his life

This is the eulogy for the dead, the first half of the Prayer for the Dead in the Holy Book of the Dead. The eulogy is the mourning of the living for the dead, while the prayer is the hope of the dead for the living. Qin Liang is now a living person, and he has not condensed his own undead flame, so he can only recite eulogies, not prayers.

In the eyes of the world, the undead are dark creatures, demons that should be killed. And the blood sacrifice is something that only the evil demons use in the outer way. But in fact, the blood sacrifice began as the deepest mourning of the living for the dead.

The bloodline is the most magical inheritance, and in the dark, it can even break through the barriers of yin and yang and feel the bitterness and joy of the deceased relatives. Therefore, in the earliest days, the way for the living to mourn the deceased was to use their own blood as a medium to resemble their ancestors, and the deceased relatives told their current lives, so that the souls of the deceased could rest in peace.

Therefore, blood sacrifice was originally the purest kind of mourning, but later people became more and more fond of themselves, and slowly used the blood of other people, or animals, to mourn on their behalf, and gradually the blood stains went astray. The undead are not terrible, Qin Liang, who was once the Emperor of the Undead, deeply felt their kindness.

Therefore, in the game of gods and demons, Qin Liang seems to be very withdrawn and hardly deals with any players. In fact, players don't know that Qin Liang is not withdrawn. Rather, he prefers to choose to be with the undead compared to the undead. Therefore, at the time of the final battle, if it weren't for the people of the Holy Alliance who wanted to destroy the Temple of Gods and Demons, or even destroy the Undead Mountain Range, Qin Liang would not have made a move at all.

This night, many people had a dream, in which they saw their deceased relatives or ancestors looking at them with a smile, telling a lot to themselves and admonishing a lot, and slowly and unconsciously tears slipped from the corners of the eyes of people who were still in a good dream.

During the day, the martyrs' cemetery is particularly lively, and people who are usually extremely busy don't know why they suddenly choose to come to worship the martyrs today. When some of the martyrs' family members were crying in front of the tombstones, Qin Liang, who was extremely pale, walked out of the depths of the martyrs' cemetery and blended into the crowd of worshippers.

In the crowd of worshippers, two inconspicuous people frowned and looked around, with a look of surprise on their faces. At this time, the cemetery is still as solemn as in the past, but today it seems to have more warmth than before, and everyone who comes to worship seems to be able to feel their deceased relatives looking at them in the sky and can't help but cry.

"Why is this happening?" Holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand and offering ten thousand flowers to the martyrs, the middle-aged man in black with glasses looked around suspiciously.

"Could it be that the monk passed by here and did a ritual here?" Next to the man in black stood a slightly younger young man, the young man looked very sven, but inadvertently revealed a majestic look like a hidden dragon in the abyss.

"If that's really the case, then this mage's cultivation is not low, what kind of master has come to Hanyang City recently?"

"I didn't hear of that master coming. However, after the war, many people were displaced, and many people of extraordinary status came to Hanyang City to seek their roots and ask their ancestors. Could it be that some cultivator who has become an ancestral home in Hanyang City came back to find his roots, so he easily spent a lot of time here? The young man guessed.

I feel that in addition to the previous admiration in the martyrs' cemetery, there is also more family affection at this time. With a smile on his face, Qin Liang slowly left the martyr's cemetery.

"It's been a tiring night." Back home, his parents had already gone to work, and Qin Liang slept at the end of the day, he was really tired enough this night.

Unlike Qin Liang, who was an orphan in his previous life, Qin Liang, who woke up in this life, has a complete home. The loneliness of a past life seemed like just a nightmare.

The members of Qin Liang's family are very simple, his parents are dual-income workers, and then he has a younger sister named Qin Yan. When my parents got married, my grandmother's family paid a down payment and bought this house of about 100 square meters.

"Hey, who's that?" Qin Liang, who was asleep, was woken up by the phone, and he didn't want to open his eyes, he touched his hand on the bedside table a few times to find the phone, and his arm retracted into the quilt.

"Qin Liang, what are you doing?" Wu Wei's voice came from the phone.

"Sleep." Qin Liang replied weakly.

"Sleep, when are you sleeping?"

"En......" Qin Liang, who was swept away by the trapped mind, didn't listen to what Wu Wei said at all, a muffled snort came out of his nose, and his brain began to fall into a deep sleep again.

"Hey...... Feed...... Qin Liang, are you listening to me......" Wu Wei shouted into the microphone twice, and hung up the phone when he heard that there was no movement on the other end of the phone, "What is this kid doing?" ”

Half an hour later, Qin Liang, who fell asleep again, was woken up by the rapid doorbell, accompanied by the knock on the door.

"Who?" Qin Liang, who was woken up again, got up from the bed in annoyance, women are easy to get angry if they don't get enough sleep, and men are no exception.

Impatiently went to the bar, the door opened, and Wu Wei rushed in directly.

"I said, what are you doing, what time is it and you're still sleeping? Come with me. As soon as Wu Wei came in, he pulled Qin Liang outside.

"What do you care what time it is, the final exams are all over, and you don't have to go to school, you let me sleep more." Qin Liang yawned.

Without sleeping all night and losing so much blood, Qin Liang really needed enough sleep.

"You still have the heart to sleep at home, do you know that something big has happened in Hanyang City?"

"What's the matter?" Qin Liang shook off Wu Wei's hand holding him, and saw that he didn't seem to have the intention of leaving immediately, walked to the door of the refrigerator and threw Wu Wei a can of drink.

Then, regardless of whether he had just gotten up or not, he took out a can of milk, a few pieces of bread, and a vote of fruit and ate it. Now Qin Liang needs enough food, in addition to getting enough sleep. Of course, it would be best to be able to replenish the meat, but now he is obviously too lazy to cook, so he can only take bread and fruit first.

"Didn't you watch the news?" Wu Wei looked at Qin Liang strangely, and saw that Qin Liang was eager to sleep while eating, and showed a look of sudden realization, "I almost forgot that you lazy pig was sleeping and didn't watch TV." Do you know that there is a strange story in the martyrs' cemetery today?

Countless people went to worship, and even people from other cities seemed to be on their way to worship. Many of the people who went to worship said that they had dreamed of their relatives yesterday. And those who did not dream of their relatives going to pay respects, said that they dreamed of the scene of the battle of the deceased martyrs yesterday, and they felt very shocked, so they came to pay their respects. ”

"Oh." Qin Liang, who was nibbling on an apple, responded.

"None?" Wu Wei looked at Qin Liang strangely.

"What else?"

"Isn't it strange that so many people have had the same dream, even those in other cities who are far away?"

"What's so strange about that, that people who live on the same earth still breathe the same air, and that's weird?" Qin Liang rolled his eyes, as if he was very dissatisfied with Wu Wei disturbing his sleep for this reason.

Throwing the apple core that was left in a few bites into the trash can not far away, Qin Liang reached out to peel the banana, and while he was peeling the banana, he also stuffed a piece of bread into his mouth, eating as if a prisoner who had just been released from the prison saw a beautiful woman.

"It doesn't seem strange." Wu Wei nodded subconsciously, but then reacted, "You are secretly changing the concept, I said can you eat it again in a while, I'll talk to you." ”

"You say yours, I eat only to gag my mouth, but not to my ears. If you have something to say, I'll have to sleep in a while. ”