The artistic conception wrapped the palm of his hand and grabbed it straight towards the tentacles, Wang Yao's breath of life was like a candle in the wind, as if it could be blown out in one breath, and it was impossible to cause any more harm.

Chen Cheng tried his best to restrain the high temperature and blazing heat that his intention emitted, and even the murderous aura was dispersed as much as possible, for fear that one would be careless and completely annihilate it.

Of course, this is not that he is going to let Wang Yao go, Wang Yao has caused a tragedy over the years, pulled out to chop up and feed the dogs, and the dogs are disgusted.

It's just that there are still some questions that need to be answered by him.

Who gave him the treasure of life, and can he get more treasures that contain the breath of life?

Seeing that just the blood contaminated with the breath of life can help Wumei's evolution level increase slightly, such a precious treasure, naturally want more.

When his fingers touched Wang Yao's body, the touch was extremely soft, not the soft and elastic touch of normal flesh, and the skin was as thin as a piece of paper, as if it could be pierced with a little effort.

The tentacles shrank suddenly after being stimulated by the outside world, and they became a ball.

Chen Cheng bent his hand into a claw and carefully grabbed it, so that he could fully see the current appearance of the tentacle.

The flesh-colored long strip has no mouth and no tail, about one foot and three inches, the epidermis is ulcerated in many places, the crimson muscles are exposed to the air, and the blood stains mixed with yellow pus ooze out of the ulcerated wounds, emitting a faint fishy odor.

Ulcers were all over the body, except for the head, which was still intact.

After the tentacles were completely detached from the wooden box, the insect-like body began to writhe and wrap wildly.

Chen Cheng squinted his eyes and glanced at Wang Yao, who was struggling in the palm of his hand, and snorted coldly.

Moving my eyes to the red brown wooden box, I want to see what attracts you.

What catches my eye is a half-foot square sallow stick figure, on which the background figures have been blurred, and only two large and one small figures can be vaguely seen.

Dots of blood stained the surroundings, only on the three figures, there was not the slightest stain.

The tip of the Ume knife was raised, and the stick figures floated out of the box, and he grabbed them.

The tentacle Wang Yao seemed to feel that the cherished object was grasped by the young man, his body twisted more violently, and his head frantically poked in the direction of the stick figure.

"Home...... Family.......... Home"

A vague voice sounded in his perception, and his tone was empty and without the slightest emotion.

Chen Cheng raised his eyebrows and looked at it in surprise, is this its family?

"Wang Yao, who is the force behind you?"

"Home....... Home ........"

"Tell me the truth, and I'll give you something"

"Home..... Home"

The question was unanswered, and his brows gradually furrowed in his empty monotonous tone that had been echoing in his perception.

How can you only say this, Chen Cheng raised his hand and stretched out the stick figure to the top of the tentacle's head, it instantly quieted down, and his body no longer writhed.

Changed back to the state when he first opened the box, but there was a lot more ulcers on his body.

If you want to ask for news from the tentacle Wang Yao, who has completely lost her mind, you can only let Xue Cen try it, and there is no other way.

Put them together in a box and return the way they came.

........

As night approached, the sky was dark.

The streets of Jinshi Town are deserted, and there are ruins everywhere. The mutilated limbs were gone, and the bloodstains on the ground still depicted the cruelty of the beast tide.

Chen Cheng carried Mira on his back and walked quickly towards the edge of the city wall, where the crew was still waiting for him.

Turning the corner, a firelight the size of a road appeared in my sight, built at the end of the street. Surrounded by a circle of suffering residents, to dispel the winter cold.

A large number of cloud beast corpses stood around the campfire, licked by the scorching flames, and the grease fell down the pieces of flesh into the burning wood, emitting puffs of smoke.

One after another, the chariots lined up with sackcloth and headed for the city gates, and Mira snorted and quickly made out what was underneath.

"Corpses, human corpses."

The slightly heavy topic did not get a response, and Chen Cheng's gaze swept over the faces reflected around the bonfire.

Fear!

Numbness!

Grieved!

Thousands of words turned into a deep sigh, most of these residents he didn't know, and their experiences didn't affect his interests, but seeing these affected people, there was still a faint sadness in his heart.

The briquettes hover in the sky, and when the owner is found, it descends to its exclusive seat.

Three smart eyes stared directly at the red brown wooden box carved with the closed eyes in their hands.

In its eyes, this box has no treasure, just like an ordinary object.

But the delicate ornamentation on it doesn't look like a worthless thing, I'm afraid it's a treasure that can hide the breath.

Following the guidance of the briquettes, the two arrived at a tent, where Betty and Xuezen were wrapped in bandages and lay on the hospital bed with their eyes closed.

After moving Mira to the bed, he couldn't hold on any longer, and lay on the other bed, falling into a deep sleep.

........

As the sun rises in the morning, there is a loud noise outside the tent.

Chen Cheng opened his eyes in a daze, stretched, and straightened up from the hospital bed with a yawn.

The gaze shifted and glanced around, the crew had already woken up, and were gathering together to chat quietly, and from time to time there were two coquettish laughs, which were charming and beautiful.

Hearing the movement behind them, the three of them turned their heads to see that the captain had woken up, and his voice stopped talking, and his cheeks were slightly red.

"Why can't you tell me?"

"It's our little secret," the three of them said in unison, glancing at each other, and the crisp laughter of silver bells echoed through the tent again.

The matter of Wang Yao's soul was brought up again, the brown mahogany box was opened, and the power of Xue Cen's soul diffused out, covering the tentacles that were already dying, and he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

"Huh~ His soul has been broken into very small pieces, and he is still alive."

The soul is an important part of life and is interdependent with the body. Even if the body is intact, the soul will have uncomfortable symptoms, which can be serious and even life-threatening.

Broken to the point of Wang Yao, if it is placed on other people, it will already be dead, even if it is the fourth realm.

"Can you feel it?" Chen Cheng poked his finger at the head where the tentacles were still intact, and asked curiously.

It is best to perceive the source of the treasure of life, and it doesn't matter if you don't perceive it, anyway, this harvest is big enough.

Xue Cen nodded and manipulated the power of the soul to continue deeper, carefully probing the possible memories in Wang Yao's remnant soul.

A quarter of an hour passed without the slightest progress.

Two quarters of an hour passed without the slightest progress.

Three quarters of an hour........

One hour ........

'Whew~' Xue Cen, who was already sweating profusely, suddenly opened his eyes, his slightly bulging chest rose and fell, and looking for specific clues in the vast sea of chaotic information was simply looking for a needle in a haystack.

Fortunately, although he did not find the source of the treasure of life, he still found Wang Yao's memory of this stick figure from the soul fragment.

Finding the pen and paper, Xuezen's hand was as fast as flying, the light black pencil tip flew up and down on the white paper, and after a while, a pair of stick figures that only existed in Wang Yao's memory jumped onto the paper.

Compared to the blurry old drawing paper, it can't be said to be irrelevant, it is exactly the same.

At the end, a Juanxiu handwriting appeared, which was the home that Wang Yao had been talking about.