The deeds of demons have always existed, but because they have never had in-depth contact with humans, and they may not even be able to find them if they want to, they have gradually been completely forgotten by most people.

However, only some ancient and unique classics, or families who have survived the war for more than 100 years, may have the story of "demons".

But this strange creature, which is rarely seen in almost a lifetime, may also gradually disappear in the river of time as no one passes on their deeds.

After all, human beings will always forget too much, either actively or passively, due to various willingness, such as lifespan.

Even the powerful existence of Inhumans is no longer known to most people, let alone a demon whose nature is low-key, or who has died silently over time?

Fortunately, I was once in the city of Gaco, and I was fortunate enough to read through the complete "Gray Mountain Canon".

But because I've never seen a demon at all, no one has ever mentioned this term. Even when he saw the hint on the wooden sign, he almost didn't remember it.

And it's only been two or three years, if this word hasn't been mentioned for more than ten years or decades, and no one has seen a living demon with their own eyes?

After thinking about it, as the dryad began to explain, he also pulled out the sign. Feeling the touch in his hand that was crispier than baked muffnuts, Ma Shuo immediately rolled his eyes.

Using the wood that falls apart with this touch to start a fire must be particularly enjoyable to burn.

A "crackling" bonfire burned, and two large fields of wild boar were laid on the stones next to it. Turning it over with two branches, Ma Shuo looked back at the chattering dryad: "You mean, the Changeling Monster is in the hills behind you?"

The ten-minute explanation can be summed up in one sentence. The dryad's slow pace of speech was one thing, and each pause took more than a minute in between.

If it weren't for Ma Shuo being resting, how could he have the time to listen to this kind of boring chatter?

"Hmm. The dryad was interrupted, but it didn't mean to be angry.

Hearing this, Ma Shuo asked again: "It's because you didn't let him, so a sign was erected in front of you." It's still ten years?"

"Hmm!" the dryad agreed again, explaining slowly as Ma Shuo sprinkled salt on the steak.

Hearing the words behind him, which were slower than the tortoise's grinding, Ma Shuo was suddenly stunned when he was about to stop it again. Then he sighed and said no more, just eating the steak and listening to the story.

It was only when he had both large pieces of meat in his stomach that he turned around and interrupted the story of the dryad again: "What can the Changeling Monster become? Will he attack animals or humans?"

While asking this question, Ma Shuo also thought of the answer instantly. If this thing was very aggressive, I'm afraid it would have been discovered by others a long time ago.

Sure enough, the dryad immediately proved that Ma Shuo's idea was correct, and the Changeling Monster was a cowardly who could not move except to bully him, and only dared to use worm larvae as food.

Hearing this, Ma Shuo, who had already replenished fresh water from the source of the stream, packed up his equipment and extinguished the bonfire, then came to the dryad again and smiled and asked, "It's dangerous to be put up a sign in front of you, do you want me to help you kill that changeling?"

"Hmm. The dryad pondered for a long time again and directly denied: "No, I just want to think about the tree. Please give me back the quilt, thanks. ”

"Quilt?" Ma Shuo was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then picked up the piece of bark with a wry smile, put it on the dryad's face and said goodbye: "Then you continue to think, goodbye." ”

Under the bark of the tree muffled a sullen reply: "Goodbye." "It's really quiet again.

Ma Shuo shook his head and smiled again before continuing to walk briskly into the hills.

Just walk about ten kilometers east to cross the area known as Raven Hill by the Dryad. Then walk straight south for about a day, and you will almost reach the north gate of the City of Truth.

But when he had just walked less than a kilometer, he saw another sign standing halfway up the mountain on the left. When he got closer, he rolled his eyes: "This Variety Monster is also real, it will bully the dryad and not be able to move." ”

After speaking, he took off the slightly new sign, carried it on his shoulder and continued to walk forward.

"The fourth sign!" Looking at the big pine tree in front of him, Ma Shuo kicked the sign under the tree dozens of meters high.

He sighed deeply again and beckoned, "Tell me where the Changeling is! I'm going to kill him!"

The deeper you go into the Raven Hills, the newer the signs revealing the identity of the Dryad. It can be seen that the guy will pull wherever he goes, and any dryad who does not allow him to will all be directly retaliated against by him.

But the dryad didn't even show his face, and replied sullenly: "I don't know! ”

"You!" Hearing this sentence for the fourth time, Ma Shuo couldn't help but itch his teeth with hatred! he raised the torch and was about to approach the dryad, but after weighing it left and right for a moment, he put it down.

"Cowardice bully even more cowardly!" Glancing at the dryad with disdain, Ma Shuo snorted coldly and turned around and continued to hurry: "Sooner or later, you will all have to be killed by the Changeling Monster!"

As soon as the words fell, I heard the bark behind him fall to the ground with a "click", and at the same time, the dryad's justification voice was heard: "The Changeling Monster will not hurt us, and we will not hurt anyone." Even if you die, it is nothing more than firewood, but the seed has already been passed down. For 10,000 years, we have been thinking like this, taking root, sprouting, blossoming and bearing fruit until we die. ”

The more anxious Ma Shuo's heart became, the more slow the dryad spoke. But in the midst of these boring and almost cowardly explanations, he discovered an important term: "Ten thousand years? How do you know it's ten thousand years?"

A dryad who doesn't even have the ability to move, let alone write words as a record. But the other party can say that it has been inherited for 10,000 years, which is a relatively ancient and precise concept of time.

"Bloodline!" replied again, "All dryads have the same bloodline, intelligence, sight, and feelings. All memories are in our veins, in our veins. ”

Hearing this, Ma Shuo finally fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he approached the dryad and picked up the bark on the ground, looked at the dryad with a complicated expression and nodded: "Okay, since you say so, then I won't kill that changeling monster." ”

"Thank you. The dryad thanked him, and Ma Shuo just smiled and was about to put the "quilt" on the dryad's face, but the dryad continued: "Great nature spirit, compared to fifteen hundred years ago, you are more merciful!"

"What?" Ma Shuo was suddenly shocked, and was about to use the bark to block the movement of the dryad's face, but he also froze in place: "What did you say?"

"You asked me to tell you now. The dryad suddenly sloppy and said: "The end and hope are in our hearts, visitors from the north, the sea of hope!"

After a pause for more than a minute, under Ma Shuo's cold sweat-drenched stunned gaze, a layer of bark slowly grew on the dryad's face: "We are all waiting for you! Wake up again!"