It was not yet completely dark, and Ping An had already hurried back to the village of Belka. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at the village, the wooden houses were indeed collapsed everywhere and almost destroyed, and the large dirt in the center of the village was full of pits and insect footprints. This scene made Ping An feel a little sad in his heart, after all, this place carried all the good memories of the six years since he was reborn, but now it was destroyed by the insects.

"Whew!" Xiaobai has been flying in the air to follow Ping'an, but when he saw Ping'an coming here, he suddenly stopped in a daze, and he didn't respond for a long time, so he called out to Ping'an, who was still standing in the middle of Belka Village in a daze.

"Let's go, Xiaobai, take you to see my mother!" was awakened by Xiaobai's voice on the side, and Ping'an stopped his sadness and walked towards the backyard of his own house where his mother was buried.

When I came to the door of my house, I saw that the house had also collapsed a little, obviously it was the traces of being hit by a strange insect passing by, and seeing this scene made Ping An a little worried.

Pushing open the collapsed wall, entering the house and walking into the backyard, he was relieved to see that the stone tablet carved by his father for his mother was still quietly inserted in place, and there was no trace of destruction.

"Mother, I've come to see you!" Ping'an came to the monument and closed his eyes and knelt down quietly, he still clearly remembered what his mother had done to protect him when he was just born into this world, as if that night six years ago was in front of him.

"Alien insects! are all abominable alien insects!" kneeling in front of the monument, Ping'an clasped his hands tightly, his fingers eager to insert into his palms, and at the same time, the hatred of alien insects in his heart became stronger.

"What's the situation?" Ping An was still immersed in grief, but at this moment, through his own consciousness field, he noticed a slight abnormal change in the blood-colored orb that he carried with him, which only had five left.

The blood-colored mist that had been compressed and condensed into a sphere began to fade out of it at the moment when it came to his mother's tomb safely, and a trace of pure magic elements poured out of it, towards the coffin where his mother was buried underground. Although this change was very subtle, it was still perceived by the realm of peace consciousness, and I couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

Sensing this strangeness, Ping An simply sat down to meditate, concentrating his mental energy through the realm of consciousness and carefully exploring it, trying to find out the reason.

"Could it be that my mother's remains are still intact under the protection and nourishment of the magic elements?" After careful investigation, Ping An found that there was still a trace of incomparably thin magical elements in the coffin, surrounding the mother's body, and it seemed that it would not be long before it would be completely exhausted. At the same time, after Ping An approached the cemetery, his mother's body seemed to have found a new source of magic elements, and it magically absorbed the magic elements decomposed by the blood-colored mist contained in the blood-colored orb that Ping An carried with him. The pure magical elements that had been sucked out continued to pour into the ground, converging into the coffin, making the already scarce magical elements in the coffin slightly filled up again.

The trace of magic element separated from the blood-colored orb barely reduced the blood-colored mist contained in the orb, which should be due to the fact that the absorption was too small. If you follow this absorption method, it is estimated that it will take several decades to absorb all the blood-colored mist contained in the blood-colored orb. For example, the blood-colored sphere is a large, powerful battery, which can continuously deliver the pure magical elements needed to the mother's body in the coffin as long as it is close to the coffin, so as to keep the mother's body incorruptible.

This discovery made Ping An very happy, if he could preserve his mother's body for a long time, and if he had the opportunity to find a miracle medicine that could restore his life in the future, he might be able to resurrect his mother.

Without hesitation, Ping An decisively took out the five blood-colored balls in his arms, dug a pit under the tombstone and put them in.

"Whew!" Xiao Bai seemed to be a little puzzled when he saw Ping'an's actions, and couldn't help but scream when he saw that the blood-colored balls were about to be buried in the soil by Ping'an, and he looked a little anxious. The blood-colored orb has a great attraction to it, but it is not able to absorb the blood-colored mist in the body for the time being, otherwise Xiaobai will definitely not let them go.

"What's the hurry, follow my brother in the future, can you eat without you?" These are buried here, but you must not move!" Turning his head, he saw Xiaobai's eyes greedy for food, and he was safe and had no good air.

"Whew... Whew..."Xiao Bai was reprimanded by Ping An as if he had been wronged, and let out a few low howls.

"Okay, okay, don't be sad, let's spend the night here tonight, and I'll take you to eat and drink spicy food tomorrow morning!" buried the blood-colored ball, and came to Xiaobai's side safely, patted its head, and comforted it.

At night, Ping An sat quietly by his mother's tombstone and closed his eyes to meditate, keeping vigil for his mother. At the same time, he was constantly observing whether the blood-colored orb buried in the soil had been sending magical elements to the coffin, while Xiaobai shrugged his head and leaned on Ping'an's lap to sleep.

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In the early morning of the next day, Ping'an, who had been sitting cross-legged all night, stood up, and Xiaobai was also awakened, flapping his wings and flying to the eaves on the side.

After a night of observation, Ping An found that the coffin contained much more pure magical elements than when he first came yesterday, and he could also see that the blood-colored mist contained in the five blood-colored orbs buried under the tombstone had barely decreased. This made Ping An completely relieved, and it was estimated that it should be able to last for decades, but now it is found that it is no problem to maintain it for a hundred years or more if it is consumed like this.

"It seems that I still underestimate this large 'battery'!" "The conclusion reached from a night of observation made Ping An feel very happy.

After standing still in front of the tombstone for a while, Ping An then turned and left.

"It's time, Xiaobai, let's go!"

One man and one beast set off again......