Chapter 141:

Flicking the fine powder stuck to his gloves, Ron retracted his thoughts and continued to drive the carriage. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Under the wheels, the colorful paths became more curving and complicated as he delved deeper into the poisonous area.

Sometimes there are dozens of single forks in the road.

In this case, almost every ten meters, Ron would use the method given to him by Richard to sense the imprint he had left behind.

And as the frequency of the imprint increased, at the end of the path he was on, a huge black ancient tree appeared in his field of vision.

The old tree was not tall and had no leaves, but it had many thick and dense branches scattered around the main trunk.

These branches twisted crookedly together, and at the end, they actually formed a circular hollow building.

It's like a huge lump hanging on an ancient tree, and it looks a little disgusting.

Looking up and down at this strange giant tree, Ron wrinkled slightly, and he didn't know why, and felt inexplicably disgusted, as if the tree was some dirty thing.

Suddenly, his gaze paused slightly, and he vaguely saw that in the center of the main trunk of this giant tree, there was a round pattern, which seemed to be the face of an old man with a vague face.

The human face is made of black bark, and there are three large tree holes in the eyes and mouth, as if they had opened their mouths and wailed at the sight of something fearful.

Looking at the blurred faces of the trees in his sight, a thin 'hiss' sounded in Ron's ears for no apparent reason.

The sound is so slight that if you don't pay attention, you can't hear it at all.

"What?"

Sensing the sound in his ears, Ron turned his head, and he strangely noticed that the sound of the wheels under the carriage was getting quieter.

Not only the sound of wheels, but also the sound of the wind and the noisy insects around them all became smaller and smaller.

It was as if the sound of the whole world was slowly disappearing during this time, leaving only the 'hiss' sound in my ears.

And as we get closer to the ancient tree, the hiss keeps amplifying, amplifying...

Until, a hoarse voice that looked like an old man suddenly appeared behind him.

‘... Kill me... Hurry up... Kill me...'

'Whew!!'

A long silver scar jerked under his armpit, and Ron turned around.

only to find that there was nothing behind him, only a closed carriage.

'Whew...'

A gentle gust of wind passed by him, bringing a chill.

Unconsciously, Ron's forehead was covered with a layer of cold sweat, and his heart was beating 'thump', as if it was going to explode at any moment.

“... Damn it. ”

Perhaps it was his voice that disturbed Richard, and the wooden door of the carriage slowly opened, and Richard poked his head out to look at Ron, and said in a calm voice.

"What's going on?"

Looking at Richard's familiar face, Ron blinked his eyes a little straight, and paused for a moment before speaking.

"Teacher, I just heard someone talking behind my back. ”

"Talk?" Richard frowned, looked Ron up and down, thought for a moment, pulled a turquoise test tube from his waist and threw it over.

"Drink him up, and if there's still any sound to speak, call me out loud. With that, he went back to the carriage.

Silently looking at the test tube in his hand, Ron turned to look at the ancient tree at the end of the path, where there were still three tree holes in the center, but they no longer looked like human faces.

Shaking his head, he glanced at the stat bar below his field of vision.

'Strength 9.5, Agility 9.8 Constitution 15.8 Intelligence 4.9 Spirit 1.8, Status: Health'

With a strong physique, he had already completely recovered from the injuries he had suffered a few days ago, but the last character to mark the state made Ron frown deeply.

"If the physique has not declined, it means that there was indeed no poisoning just now, that is to say, the voice just now is indeed true, so ......"

Raising his head, he looked at the ancient tree, and on the low hanging branches were round buildings, swaying in the wind, faintly emitting a hollow 'humming' sound.

And on the path below the ancient tree, a group of figures in gray robes stood quietly waiting.

In front of the group was a young man in a white robe, with blond hair and an indifferent expression.

Perhaps seeing the arrival of the carriage, a smile finally appeared on the young man's indifferent face.