"Shall we do this? Brother Poison, no matter how you say it, we all came from one place, don't we have to be so ......?"

Looking at the backs of Lu Min and Zhu Ren who were far away, the funeral season whispered.

Instead of being mean and provocative as before, Fu Poison's face carefully looked at the outer walls and roads of Sand City.

He whispered, "Aji, we represent the ghost realm. ”

"Do you know what I mean?"

The funeral season seemed to think of something, her eyelids drooped, and she nodded.

Seeing that the young clan brother understood, he was slightly relieved.

Before coming, the funeral poison warned the funeral season that the two of them must show completely different faces.

The funeral drug club presents itself as an open-mouthed arrogant brother, while the funeral season plays a kind and humble younger brother.

What is dangerous and offends is done by the funeral poison.

He knew that he had to act as a villain in order to get more information about Shacheng, and he was ready to die for it—something that only experienced funeral poisoners could do.

And the funeral season will assume the role of a generous and gentle innocent, even if the funeral poison happens, he can also pass the information obtained from the sacrifice of his brother back to the kingdom of God.

It's not that the Ghost God has any additional thoughts about this vortex world.

Instead, he wanted to use this opportunity to try to get more knowledge and skills of the Yao clan, so as to push the ghost world into the channel of rapid development.

The envoy of Shacheng, Yugu, stayed in the Bamboo Lu Country, which had a huge impact on the Lu people and the Bamboo People, and this time the ghost world must take the initiative to fight for it, and it can no longer be opened up by the Bamboo Lu Country.

Before leaving, the apostle Bullow said to the funeral poison: "There are only 146 people left in the funeral family, and each one of them is precious. You are the sustainers of God's kingdom and the hope of the future, and you have a daunting mission. ”

"On this trip, you should try your best to remember and learn the achievements of the Yao people, especially those related to the ghost world, such as ghosts, military, architecture, engineering, ......."

"You are the first undertaker to walk out of the ghost world and see the outside world, this is an honor and a responsibility."

"The most important thing is that you are responsible for all your actions in Sand City."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

Funeral Poison nodded.

Bloss handed him a skull glass, filled with purple-black fruit wine.

The apostle whispered, "I remember when I was very young, the old man told me that the birth of the funeral family means that the bones of a thousand people will be accomplished. Among the hundreds of brainless ghouls, there is only one undertaker who knows what he wants. ”

"But I don't think so."

Bulow himself was also holding a white bone drinking utensil: "Whether it is life or death, whether it is to be muddy or to be passed down for centuries, it is up to you to decide." ”

"You have been following me for many years, and I can rest assured that you are doing things."

"What to do, what to do, you decide."

The apostle smiled and clinked glasses with the mortuary.

"Have a nice trip, Ambassador."

Fu Yao raised his glass and drank it all.

These things, the funeral poison never told the funeral season.

The less you know, the less troubles you have, and the safer you are.

Sometimes it is necessary to show an outwardly sharp posture, so that many people will think that a reckless and arrogant person may not have a very good brain.

……

Mortifier looked up at the tower in front of him.

It is made of square stone bricks, and the tower has neither carved ornaments nor windows, but it stands straight, and the top emits a faint green firelight.

The funeral poison can feel it, and there are many ghostly breaths in it.

"This is the Ghost Tower."

The green-clad Slymod held a silver cane in both hands and said politely, "The two of you should be very familiar with ghosts, you can go in and watch for yourself." If I'm next to me, the two of you will be uncomfortable. ”

"There is a spiral staircase leading to a bonfire at the top of the tower, through which ghost lighthouses communicate with each other. It's just that there is only one lighthouse in this world now, and it is not needed for the time being. ”

"Also, there aren't many ghosts in this lighthouse, but many of the placements inside are the ghosts' private rooms. Please also refrain from touching objects marked with flames without permission. ”

"Then, I'll miss the company first."

In the face of the apostle, the funeral poison maintained etiquette and respect: "Thank you for your guidance. ”

Two undertakers stepped into the tower.

Unlike the cluttered and shabby environment inside the Black Tombstones, everything is in order inside the Ghost Tower. Large wooden bookshelves were fixed to the walls, on which were many parchment scrolls tied with hemp rope, as well as several books with thick seals.

After looking left and right to make sure that there were no flame marks, he removed the parchment roll and untied the tethered straps.

The writing on the parchment scrolls is neat, the ink is clear and unwashed, some of them look like some kind of special oil, or like a vegetable dye.

The ghost world has its own writing, but it is usually carved and recorded on stone tablets. The records were thick and heavy, and they were all stored in a huge cellar, which was very laborious to rummage through and sort out.

It is also because of the cumbersome and troublesome reason that most people, even the funeral family, do not like to consult the slate.

"This recording tool is really useful."

The funeral season looked at the words on the parchment scroll and said enviously: "It would be nice if we would too." ”

Funeral Poison Brain pondered this feasibility.

Sheepskin, there are sheep in the ghost world, and you can get skins.

But this dye on the parchment rolls is also needed, and this process is by no means something that can be mastered in a sentence or two.

The black dye was speculated to be either a powder ground from some kind of stone or the juice of some black plant. But there should be a trick to how to make the color even.

If you inquire about the formula, not to mention whether you can get a truthful answer, it will definitely attract the attention of the Shacheng side...... If you anger the apostolic mayor here, it will be more than worth the loss.

The goal of funeral poison is clear.

Complex things are not considered, and as much as possible, look for simple and imitable Yao tools and results.

"It's a pity that I can't read the Yao language."

The funeral season looked at a roll of parchment, a little helpless.

"We don't understand, but the ghosts here certainly do."

Looking left and right, he saw a broom against the wall with a flame symbol printed on the handle.

Now you need to find a ghost translator.

He chanted in his heart.

- O ghost here, in the name of the dead, calling for your response......

The broom swayed, and out of it came a transparent ghost.

The ghost was a child, no more than eleven or twelve years old, and the aura it emitted was not very strong.

Fu Poison was overjoyed in his heart.

A young ghost, but the best person to find information.

The funeral poison asked it: "The ghost here, we are the funeral family who have come here to visit, and we have obtained permission and invitation from the mayor Mr. Slemod, and please answer our confusion." ”

The little ghost yawned, and as soon as he heard the mayor's name, he immediately became energetic: "Outside the funeral guests? I've heard of it, you've found the right person, I'm the best at news, and I've been famous in Crystal City in the past. ”

Funeral poison asked, "Crystal City?" What is that place? ”

"That's the city of the Yao tribe, don't you know?"

Bocha said proudly: "Crystal City is one of the new twin cities, although it is not as good as the traditional twin cities, but it is also famous. Everyone calls it the City of Lights, but it's actually more of a ghost city, after all, most of the ghost remnants of the old empire still live there. ”

"The Old Empire? The Yao built an empire? The funeral poison pretended to be envious: "It's really amazing." ”

"No, no, no."

The little ghost waved his hand: "The Yao clan doesn't have an empire, it is the history of the Bo God Realm in the Old God Period, and it has been many years since now. ”

"Boshen? Is it the god of Yao? ”

"How come, Boshen was exterminated by Lord Yaoshen...... Lord Yaoshen had never even appeared, and Boshen was so frightened that he blew himself up. It was a very tragic battle of the gods, but in fact, the two sides of the war were Boshen and King Wuji......"

After listening to the old history of the empire described by the ghost, Fu Poison only felt that his brain was a little buzzing.

He could tell that Bocha was not deliberately boasting and exaggerating.

The other party spoke very clearly, including the strength of the gods on both sides of the war and the details of the war of the kingdom of gods, which were the most difficult to fabricate, and it was easy to see the flaws.

The war was fought at the beginning with an overwhelming superiority of Boshen.

As soon as the will of the god of Keyao came, it directly reversed the situation, forcing the god of Bo, the title god, to fall on the spot, and he didn't even dare to make any countermeasures.

This is beyond the understanding and cognition of funeral poison.

According to Bocha's description, the Fifth Dreadnought Empire has a population of more than 300,000, a regular army of 70,000 long-term training, and the help of extraordinary beings in battle, as well as four apostles, and the empire's combat power is extremely terrifying.

The god of his kingdom is the god Bo, and he has repeatedly made the captured gods into altars to show force and obtain the fire of faith.

The funeral poison is clear.

In the past, the strength of the Boshen Realm, whether it was against the Ghost Realm or the Bamboo Lu Country, would be crushing.

However, all of this was nothing in front of Yaoshen, and it would be shattered when touched.

Funeral poison couldn't help but think of what the Apostle Bullow had said.

"Don't think about confrontation, the power of the Yao clan is far beyond your imagination, that Yao God is above the gods, it is not a realm that you and I can understand......"

"The Yao are not our enemies."

"The so-called enemy is a statement when the enemy is evenly matched, and if there is a completely incapable existence, it is just an arrogant joke to say that the other party is the enemy."

"Our imaginary enemy has always been the country of Zhulu."

"Your task is to obtain more results than the Bamboo Reed Country, so that the Ghost Realm can stand out in the near future, gain an advantage over the Bamboo Reed Country, and gain more dominance in the future."

The apostle and even the ghost god behind him have already seen everything clearly.

Fu Poison retracted his mind and raised the parchment scroll in his hand: "Can you help us translate the text on this?" ”

"It's easy."

Bocha glanced at it: "The volume in your hand is "The Abyss Evildoer", but it is a great Yao epic. ”

"Then I'm bothering you."

"Small things, you're welcome, anyway, I'm also a ghost scholar, and it's my duty to spread knowledge."

Bocha began to interpret the epic: "The beginning begins like this: he is a sin who is a sin and a god-killer who is bloodthirsty and heroic......"

“…… In this way, the evil man of the Yao clan completed the feat of killing the gods, and let the lord of the sea of stars fall, forever becoming an old legend. ”

Fu Poison was silent for a while, and then asked cautiously: "What kind of status does this Hai Zhe have in the Yao clan?" ”

"You're asking the right person about this."

Bocha whispered, "Actually, he used to be a vicious criminal who killed many ghosts. Later, he was arrested by Mr. Botu, the commander of Yancheng, and locked in a black prison under the ghost lighthouse. ”

"Later, the gods took pity on him and gave him the opportunity to make meritorious contributions, and then Hai Zhe had the opportunity to create an epic, and everyone's attitude towards him was very complicated."

"He accomplished the feat of killing gods, but he committed many crimes, some worshipping him, others spurning him. If you want to talk about strength, the past is ordinary, once he wanted to escape from prison, but was beaten by a soldier...... It should be on par with an ordinary armorer. ”

The funeral season couldn't help but say: "How many armor guards are there in the Yao clan? ”

"I haven't counted." Bocha frowned and thought for a while: "There are probably a few thousand, anyway, there must be one or two hundred in every city." ”

The two funeral people were speechless for a while.

After a long while, Fu Yao came to his senses and picked up another thick book: "Lao Bo can help us introduce this book." ”

"That's a good thing."

Bocha eyebrows fluttered and said: "This is the "Introductory Vocabulary of the Dragon Language", which is a book analyzed and translated by the prophet of Longji from the language of the Dragon Clan, and the academic value is very high. ”

"If you can learn these words and use them proficiently, you may be able to use the dragon grammar technique."

Dragon grammar?

Funeral Poison and Funeral Season glanced at each other.

The story of the dragon clan is more or less rumored in many kingdoms of God.

For this race comparable to gods, it is synonymous with strength in itself.

Funeral poison took a deep breath, squeezed out a smile, and pointed to another parchment scroll next to him: "Then what's on this one?" ”

"It was Pava's Bizarre Adventure...... I love this book, which records the feats of many heroes of the Yao people...... But there's a problem. ”

"What's the problem?"

Bocha sighed: "The author, Mr. Pawa, stopped writing halfway through it, and it is said that he died, and it is said that he committed suicide because he did not want to write." I don't know where he ran to, but don't be caught by me, I want to see the ending of the Dragon's Lair chapter, damn it. ”

“……”

Sunset.

The funeral poison and the funeral season dragged out of the ghost tower with heavy steps.

What they saw and heard inside was shocking, and the history and records on the books and parchment scrolls made them more and more desperate the more they looked at them.

The Yao people have gone too far and are already in a place they cannot understand......

Fu Yao looked into the distance, beside the city wall of the flower cluster made of sand roses, where Lu Min and Bamboo Man were. The bamboo tiger who was full of vigor sat in the corner of the wall, looking depressed.

Lu Shan seemed to realize something, turned around, and found that it was the two people of the funeral clan, and he nodded slightly.

Fu Poison thought for a moment and looked at the clan brother next to him: "I have to change my strategy temporarily." We have to cooperate with Zhulu to have the opportunity to get some results in these three days. ”

The confrontation between the two kingdoms of God is still ongoing.

Just a corner of the Yao city is exposed, giving people a feeling of breathlessness, and in this kind of pressure environment, there is no energy to engage in confrontation.

The funeral poison walked to Lushan, directly expressing the willingness to communicate with each other.

Lu Shan readily agreed.

"So, I wish you a happy cooperation in the past three days." Fu Poison said solemnly.

Lu Shan also responded with a serious face: "I hope we can all get what we want." ”

The two sides shook hands.

It's the same as when the two kingdoms of God faced a natural disaster.

At such a moment, joint cooperation is more in the interests of both parties.

(End of chapter)