Lin Feng saw the place where the orchids gathered, but he didn't go over easily, the skeleton was the same as the Yin God, it didn't really exist there.

The skeleton was embedded in a towering building tree, and that towering building wood looked like a certain kind of snake wood, ancient and tall.

Its roots, rooted in nothingness.

You can see their roots, thick like a child's arm.

It was like a bulging cyan vein on a strong arm.

In front of the skeleton of this serpentine tree, the skeleton inlaid with it, is what Elder Gamaran said, the real Gamaran, the orchid of wisdom.

A blue mist shrouded this Nanyang building tree.

A kind of mysterious and magical scene is formed.

Anyway, Lin Feng could see it very clearly, and those blue mist slowly diffused, like a thin veil, and like a flying butterfly, enveloping all the dead Gamalan people together.

There is no moon tonight, but the Garma orchid is originally light.

Seeing this, Lin Feng gently lifted the Gamalan Elder in his hand and picked up the head of the previous generations of Elder Gamaran.

He saw a trace of spiritual fire, which flew out of the skull in his hand, turned into wisps of soul, and landed on the orchid in front of him.

At this moment, Lin Feng had a new understanding of the material of the soul.

The spirits flew over and landed in the leafy canopy of the serpentine wood.

The mist gradually dissipated, and Lin Feng saw skulls everywhere, frowning around the building wood in front of him.

These skulls are like oceans.

Lin Feng didn't feel any terror on these skulls.

These are the carriers of these natives, knowledge and experience.

It is the knowledge that allows the Gamalans to live in this fertile land.

Those soul lights and shadows fell on the orchid, and the skeleton finally opened its eyes and saw Lin Feng.

He didn't have any communication with Lin Feng, he just raised Lin Feng's hand.

Perhaps he was confused by Lin Feng's "painted skin" and mistakenly thought that he was his own clansman, or even the next generation of Gamaran.

Or perhaps, he knows everything, this is a thank you to Lin Feng.

Anyway, at Lin Feng's feet, a Gamaran fell beside him and disappeared.

He took away the wisdom of the elders of the Gamaran and left behind a Gamaran.

Lin Feng turned his head, the corpse outside was still decomposing, and because of the temperature, he could still hear the sound of a firecracker exploding.

"Bang bang bang".

The towering giant tree just now didn't take these corpses with them.

The dreamlike scene is over.

Until now, Lin Feng didn't know what kind of situation this Nanyang Jianmu appeared in here.

Is it the same as the Yin God, or is it another way.

Picking up Gamalan beside him, Lin Feng saw the game reminder.

[You have received the inheritance of the Wisdom Orchid]

[You have gained a new insight]

[You have learned the secret art of the Garmaran pioneers]

[You have learned, the secret technique of the Gamaran alien race, the secret medicine technique: Gamaran's psychic potion]

[Secret Elixir: Gamaran's Psychic Elixir; The secret medicine technique of the Gamaran clan communicates with the soul through the psychic potion, which is also the method of gathering wisdom for some ethnic groups]

[Congratulations, you have obtained the secret of the secret medicine technique: Gamaran's psychic technique]

[The wisdom of Gamaran has been passed down from generation to generation, and there will always be people who come to the place of wisdom and take away the wisdom that belongs to their ancestors]

[Gamaran's psychic potion, it needs a medicinal herb called Gamalan as the main medicine, if you lose Gamaran, Gamaran Elixir will lose its effect]

Lin Feng held Gamalan in both hands and left here, he didn't have to guess who killed these natives.

There are not many people who can do such a thing.

There are even fewer people who have the power, the strength, and the will to do it.

Fifth uncle, what about you, if anyone can do such a thing, Lin Feng thinks that the fifth uncle of the Li family, who is not a senior, will definitely be able to do this.

Unlike during the day, when there were so many scavenging lizards, Lin Feng walked in the pile of corpses at night, and finally found something wrong with him.

There are traces of dragging on the ground.

Lin Feng squatted on the ground, carefully observed, and following the trail of dragging, Lin Feng came to a collapsed house, and the game finally came to a hint at this time.

【Ancestral Spirit】

This house once housed the spirits of Gamaran's ancestors.

"The scum has been here."

Lin Feng looked at the traces on this side and looked at the [Ancestral Spirit] in front of him, "It disposed of the guardian spirit of the Gamaran clan......

……”

The next morning.

Lin Feng returned to the floating foot building in the fourth watch, and it was dawn, but the darkness outside still shrouded the entire Pig Bara in darkness, and the visibility was very low.

Tempest howls.

Someone has already had the foresight to press the things above the house to prevent the situation of "the children in Nancun bullying my old and powerless".

Under such weather, everyone was worried, Lin Feng saw that the people left by the fifth uncle were either setting traps or maintaining weapons, but Lin Feng had nothing to do, and he died again last night, but after the fifth uncle left, even if those people wanted to find the person in charge, they had no way to redress their grievances, so they nailed these men and women to the room with wooden boards, and they were not allowed to enter or leave.

and told men to guard them.

Lin Feng also saw that the python, which was often with the fifth uncle, did not leave, it was lying lazily on the tree, and under the tree was the cabin of the foreign survivors.

Lin Feng took off the painting skin, walked among the floating foot buildings, felt the viscous air, and found a person in charge, saying that he was looking for a craftsman who could repair firearms, and after a while, he really found someone to come over.

Lin Feng looked at the comer.

An old acquaintance, he was the one who killed last night.

At this moment, during the day, this monk looked like a normal person, Lin Feng took out the fire gun, and said that it was an antique, soaked in water, and he still wanted to use it.

Seeing this, the monk couldn't put it down.

However, in order to repair this object, you still need to buy some materials, in the words of the monks, the fire gun has entered the water, and it is not broken, you just need to take it apart and wipe it dry.

When Lin Feng heard this, he talked to him, and naturally someone else went over to buy materials, and Lin Feng asked some other questions.

For example, whether he knew Pali.

The monk said that he certainly knew the Pali.

Lin Feng said that there was a Pali language to consult the monk, and the monk said yes, and stood up, stood behind Lin Feng, and leaned down to observe Lin Feng's writing.

Lin Feng dipped his hand in the tea bowl and wrote out the Pali script on the table, and the monk stood behind him, watching him write those words, gradually, in this room, Lin Feng felt that the smell of corpses was getting stronger and stronger, more and more intense, as if there was a highly decomposed corpse standing behind him.

The monk turned into a sneaky man.

Lin Feng reluctantly turned around.

The monks are still as usual.

When he saw Lin Feng's head, he smiled and said, "Is that all?" ”

Lin Feng shook his head and continued to write, the wind was beside him, instead of his eyes, he saw with his own eyes a big living person, and in an instant, he turned into an iron-blue corpse that had been dead for a long time.

He looked at the words written by Lin Feng, opened his mouth, and inside his mouth, there were rats coming in and out, these rats were like boundless tides, constantly appearing, falling from his body, crawling onto the feet of this corpse monk, and then also falling out, wanting to climb towards Lin Feng's body.

Lin Feng pretended not to know anything and asked, "Master, is there a mouse here?" I heard the chirping of rats. ”

"No, there are no rats here," said the cadre. ”

Lin Feng: "That's right. ”

As he spoke, Lin Feng slammed his fist to the ground, and with a "paji" sound, Lin Feng's hand couldn't be asked.

He beat the rats into minced meat.

But who knows, just when he bowed his head, there was that sticky feeling of minced meat on his hands, but by his side, everything was gone.

His hands were clean, and he just smashed a hole in the ground.

The rat, which had been smashed into minced meat, disappeared completely.

It's as if it never existed.

Is this illusion, or is it real?

Lin Feng withdrew his fist casually, this matter is too much of a doorway.

Lin Feng was not in a hurry, apologized and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sick." ”

The monk waved his hand and said that it was all right, there was no trace of rats on the ground or in the rest of the place, he just pointed to the Pali text on the table and said, "It seems that you have found the traces left by the former Taramaha, which is one of the secrets of the island of Rigra."

Not long ago, the prince of the Bagan dynasty wanted to obtain immortality in witchcraft, so he invited all the monks of the sect, as well as the white wizards, to find a way to make him immortal.

Whether it is an archmage or a great wizard, they all come up with their own methods.

But unfortunately, neither the White Wizard nor the masters of the various factions proposed the methods they proposed could help the cruel and greedy prince to achieve his wish.

At this time, from the Heavenly Empire, there was a dark wizard.

He said that he once brought out a secret method in an unspeakable place, which can make people become immortals, and naturally they will never die.

But his method was unanimously opposed by the white wizard and the archmage, but there was no way, the prince had been confused, and everyone thought that this matter was manipulated by the dark wizard.

But the people who actually did this were a different group of people, who were also monks, and they knew how to deal with monks, and they built a temple called Taramaha, called the Maharaja.

A large number of monks who entered with the prince were the first to try the secret method, and the master of the east traveled to find some news about the secret method, and returned to Taramaha, wanting to stop the conspiracy in Tara Maha, but unfortunately he was a step late, and he and Tara Maha fell into the evil land of the Buddha's disgust and could not return. ”