Meng Chen felt like he had spent centuries in the dark. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info he has never been so confused since he obtained the soul lock. It is a real confusion, without hearing, sight, smell and touch, without direction, without time, he is floating in nothingness.

Having been floating in this void for a long time, he could actually feel his presence. Soon he saw a faint light appear in the darkness, and he knew that it was his only chance to get out of here. Therefore he struggled to move there, he did not know whether he ran or flew or swam over, but he exerted all his strength and threw himself into the embrace of the light.

There's a light! There was warmth!

Then the pain came like a tidal wave, and he felt his consciousness space shake a few times, but he held back. The reality is so painful, but he is willing to endure everything here.

"Where am I?" He asked softly.

"You're in the shamanic graveyard, earthling."

An old sound like wood rubbing sounded beside him. Meng Chen didn't expect someone to answer him, so he suddenly opened his eyes.

A face as old as his voice grew, the skin of the Na'vi that should have been starry was dull and cracked like a dead tree. When he saw Meng Chen awake, he squeezed out a smile, but it made people feel that his dry skin was almost falling off the slag.

He stood up trembling slightly, his lean body working like a clothes rack, and he was draped in a robe similar to Moya's.

Maybe he's also a shaman? Meng Chen thought so in his heart.

He walked slowly but unusually steadily down the steps formed by some of the branches, leaning on a wooden staff. Only then did Meng Chen begin to observe the environment he was in.

He was inside a homestead tree, and the wood elves floated leisurely in the homestead tree, bringing light and life to the interior of the homestead tree. The two-story spiral structure is complex and sturdy, and it provides solid support for this exceptionally magnificent tree.

It's not like the crowds and busyness in the homestead trees of the Omatikaya tribe, and there are no hanging beds tied out of leaves. There were only a few old people like the Na'vi people I had just met, and most of them were skinny. They were all dressed in a robe of different colors and styles, which was unusually heavy relative to their bodies, but none of them took it off. They are scattered in a large number of tree hollows, and each of them lives independently and strongly.

Meng Chen followed the Na'vi man down with doubts.

"I know what you're thinking, you must be asking why these people are here, right?"

After receiving Meng Chen's affirmative reply, he said happily: "This is a shaman cemetery, and every old shaman has to live here in his last days. This tradition has not changed since the Na'vi people began to record history. ”

With his introduction, Meng Chen also walked down with him. He found that every time he passed through a hole in the tree, the people inside would come out and follow them silently. They don't seem to care at all about having an earthling.

"Ordinary Na'vi people don't need to, they can enjoy a peaceful old age in their old age. If he was a samurai in his youth, then when he was old he could be respected by the young people in the tribe like a chieftain. ”

"But shamans can't. We have attained unparalleled glory in our youth, so we must contribute in our old age. This journey is a test we must go through. ”

It turns out that the so-called shaman cemetery means this, and all shamans must die alone here. Meng Chen realized that there were shamans from various tribes living here. He looked up at the trees and saw that an army of shamans had gathered behind them, and their numbers were growing.

Passing through a hole in the outside world, the shaman in front of him stopped and looked out. Meng Chen also followed his gaze to look outside, and he found a thick pillar of smoke reaching straight into the sky. The shaman only paused, and soon he shook his head and continued on his way.

"Pandora has been very unpeaceful lately, and people with strange diseases have been coming here to ask for our help, but unfortunately they are dying quickly. We judged it to be a contagious disease, but there was nothing we could do about it, so we had to gather their bodies together and burn them. ”

Contagious disease!

Meng Chen suddenly felt his mouth open. Why there were no tribes of Na'vi around that base turned out to be because of infectious diseases. They must have come up with this trick in order to reduce the losses. How did the Na'vi people experience the germs of the Great Industrial Age, and the earthlings could take down Pandora without bloodshed with some ordinary viruses and bacteria. And these germs, which can kill the Na'vi people, are completely ineffective against the earthlings who have all kinds of antibodies.

After knowing how Team Americas 3 created no man's land, Meng Chen suppressed his excitement and pricked up his ears to listen to the words of this wise shaman.

"Hey, you young people, including young people from Earth like you, don't want to listen to the nagging of an old man like me." The shaman sighed, but he was probably too old, so he spoke to himself.

"Those germs don't work for us seniors. But recently we've had an even more terrible problem. ”

When he said this, they had already come to the bottom of the Homestead Tree, and Meng Chen followed him out and saw that there was a large sound tree growing next to the Homestead Tree.

The sound tree can be seen as a pocket-sized version of Ava, and they are supposed to be some of the base stations in Ava's network. They also have willow-like branches, and they also radiate dazzling light outward. The Na'vi would use their own neural interfaces to link with a sound tree, which they believed would allow them to hear the Pandora gods singing.

Meng Chen followed the shaman into the Sound Forest, there were already some people here, and all the people who followed behind them also entered here. They sat on the floor, their neural interfaces right on the ground.

Watching these people sit still, the shaman said quietly, "We all found that we couldn't connect with Ava. ”

As if he was afraid that Meng Chen would not understand, he further explained: "We feel that there is a wall between the sound tree and Ava, and we can't climb over it. That wall made it impossible for us to hear Ava's singing again, and we couldn't complete the final task Ava had given us. ”

The old shaman was full of silence when he said this, but Meng Chen was extremely excited, because he knew that he was not the only one who had this kind of problem. (To be continued.) )