Zhao Chuanxin suffered pain, and "I" came back to life with full blood.

[Brothers and sisters who have had related experiences are not saddened by my death. 】

[As soon as the elven scout showed sadness on his face, he saw me stand up again.] 】

[The elven scout looks surprised, but now that the situation is critical, it doesn't bother to ask too much.] 】

[The last obstacle to our fight against the encirclement is the leader of the beemen. 】

Not every beeman has the ability to suck people. 】

[The leader of the bees can not only suck people, but also reach a distance of nearly twenty meters. 】

[The tentacles of the beeman leader pointed at the elven scout wielding a fifteen-meter-long knife, and the elven scout's body flew towards the beeman leader irrepressibly. 】

[At this point, I think it's too late for rescue.] 】

But the Elven Scout, far stronger than I had imagined, in the air, twisted the scale shield to meet the stinging spear of the bee leader. 】

[The strong suction, and the relative force of the piercing, make the stabbing spear pierce into the scale shield.] 】

[Luckily, the elven scout was small and nimble, and escaped by turning around behind the scale shield. 】

[The elven scout pierces the scale shield with a blow arrow, shoots into the compound eye of the beeman leader, passes through the brain, and passes through the body.] 】

[The leader of the beemen falls to the ground and dies.] 】

Seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin's heart moved and wrote:

[I use an elven carving knife to cut off the tentacles of the beeman leader and pick it up.] 】

He then teleported back with a "key".

[We finally broke out of the siege and fled into the depths of the forest. 】

[At this point, we are exhausted. 】

[Dragging my heavy body, my brother and sister and the elven scouts and I circled the pursuers in the forest. 】

[At this time, we are already at the end of the crossbow. 】

[I was about to hold on anymore, and at this moment, a child's crisp cry was heard in the distance: Wow...... My hair dumplings are dead......]

[I was surprised and asked the knowledgeable elven scout: What is that sound?] 】

[The elven scout's face shows panic: Oops, we seem to have run into a mourner.] 】

[The elven scout takes out the lantern flower and recites a spell, and the lantern flower points in the direction where the cry came from.] 】

[The elf scout said firmly: The front is indeed the ancestral spirit peak. 】

[I beat my spirit and asked the elf scout: Where is Zu Lingfeng? What is a mourner? 】

[Elven Scout Explanation: I have heard a legend since I was a child, and it is said that the Shadow Forest did not exist in the first place.

At that time, there was only one peak here, the Zuling Peak.

On the top of the Ancestral Spirit Peak, there is a group of invisible clans.

They are formless and insubstantial.

They are as old as the Old Gods, born before the Races appeared.

They cannot reproduce and are limited in number.

They were supposed to live carefree at the top of the Ancestral Spirit Peak, but one day, an invisible clan was curious about the scenery under the mountain peak and secretly came down.

It inadvertently saw the Old God who was fabricating the peaks, and it thought it was formless, and as long as it didn't speak, the Old God couldn't see it.

But the old gods can see through everything.

When the old gods discovered it, they casually smoothed out the mountain peak they had just fabricated, and casually killed the other invisible clans on the ancestral spirit peak.

The invisible clan who left the mountain alone wandered lonely in the ancestral spirit peak.

The dead invisible clan, turned into energy, scattered under the ancestral spirit peak, nourished the earth, and grew into a tall forest, which is now the Shadow Forest.

And the only surviving Invisible Race lives in self-blame and guilt all day long. It didn't dare to return to the top of the Ancestral Spirit Peak so as not to grieve with memories, and it was unwilling to leave the Ancestral Spirit Peak.

It always catches the creatures around Zu Ling Peak as its own people, because it is too lonely.

But when it realizes that these creatures are not its people, it tortures them to death.

When the creature dies, it will feel guilty again, and it will cry under the ancestral spirit peak all day long.

We call it the Mourning. 】

Zhao Chuanxin felt a little nonsense.

He writes:

[I asked: What happens to people who encounter mourning?] 】

[The elven scout said firmly: It will be treated as a clansman and then tortured to death.] 】

Zhao Chuanxin wrote:

[I asked: If they were all tortured to death by it, how did the story come out?] 】

[Elven scout speech.] 】

[The elven scout insists on his opinion: In short, encountering a mourning spirit is more terrible than facing a bee and a snake man, because we can't kill it at all, because it is formless and insubstantial. 】

[At this time, the enemy has pursued to the vicinity, and the beeman flapped his wings loudly. 】

[I asked: You have already killed the leader of the beemen, why are they not afraid?] 】

[The elven scout replied: The beeman only obeys the queen's orders, and the leader of the bee is only responsible for fighting, and once the queen bee gives the order, the beeman will not die.] 】

[My brother interjected and said: We have no way out, we will die in the face of beemen, and we still have a glimmer of life in the face of mourning. 】

[I will ask for the opinion of that person.] 】

Zhao Chuanxin also hesitated.

The main thing is that he has lingering feelings about the folding of life.

But after only a moment's hesitation, he wrote:

[I decided to move on.] 】

[We continue to set off towards the Ancestral Spirit Peak. 】

[The beeman is extremely fast, and the big team has caught up with us.] 】

[We were about to turn around and fight, when we suddenly heard a cry beside us: woo woo woo...... Are you all my people? It's great that so many people are still alive. 】

[The bee-men did not stop attacking, and threw their stinging spears one after another.] 】

We raised our scale shields to resist, but the spears that rained down did not come. 】

[I looked up curiously, and found that the spears flew halfway to the ground.] 】

[An angry child's voice came from the void: You are not my people, my people are very kind. I'm going to kill you! 】

[One by one, the bees were suddenly broken off their wings, their stomachs were cut open, their hands and feet were broken, and they fell to the ground one after another. The rest attacked the void, but the spears missed. 】

[The bee man does not know fear, and he goes forward and follows, but death follows him like a shadow. 】

The bee-man is really a head iron!

[In a moment, all the beemen died.] 】

[I can't help but feel creepy, the strength of the mourning soul is not something we can defeat at all. 】

Zhao Chuanxin was also a little hairy.

Maybe it was right to just turn around and fight the beemen?

[As I looked at the corpses of the beemen everywhere in a daze, the voice of the mourning soul sounded in my ears: Are you my clansman? 】

[My hands and feet are cold, and I dare not move. 】

Zhao Chuanxin was also nervous, and he absolutely couldn't believe "me" as a fool at this time.

He quickly glanced down at the old sacred altar, and saw that the energy was already full, and directly pulled the holy light channel to the maximum.

Consciousness instantly enters the Old Gods Codex.

Zhao Chuanxin commanded "me".

"I" said: "Yes, I am your clansman, you dog, the most humble existence of the invisible race, you have no ability at all, what are you wandering around here?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin was frightened when he saw the elf scout and his brother and sister, and after listening to "me" at this time, he showed a desperate look.

Anger the mourners, can they still live?

They didn't say a word, their bodies trembled, and they waited for death to come.

Anyway, you can't escape, and you can't beat it.

However, the voice of the mourning child suddenly became cheerful: "What is a dog?" I'm so good, I can make all the sounds in the world, I can make the most beautiful music. ”

"I" said disdainfully according to Zhao Chuanxin's command: "Is it? Now please play an echo of Ludon for me, you little! ”

The mourning spirit was stunned: "This ...... I won't. ”

"What? Not even an echo of Luden? What about the Demacian March? ”

The mourner's voice was a little dejected: "I, I won't. ”

"I" scolded with a slashed face: "This won't be, that won't, what else can you do?" How can we have such a waste as you? Now I ask you, Noxian Rhapsody, will you? ”

The mourning spirit cried: "I, I, I won't ......"

"Surrima Symphony?"

"I won't ......"

"What about the Bandel lullaby?"

"I won't ......"

"Nothing, what are you bragging about me?"

"I, I, I'll sing the birds in the forest, I'll chirp the balls......"

I blanched ...... The elven scout and the brother and sister looked stupid.

The face was full of - "this will work, you don't lie to me" expression.

"I" continued to spit wildly: "Now I ask you, how long has it been since you returned to Ancestral Spirit Peak?" ”

The voice of the mourning spirit came from the void, very low: "I have not been back since you were killed by the old gods. ”

Zhao Chuanxin could feel the weakness of "me" and urgently needed to replenish his strength.

If "I" fainted at this time, it would be really unpredictable.

Zhao Chuanxin had to find a way to coax the mourning spirit first.

"I" said, "I've been weak since I was hurt by the old gods. Now, I need to rest. I ask you, can you keep me safe? ”

For a long time, I didn't hear a sound.

Zhao Chuanxin was anxious.

The mourning voice sounded again: "I remember, a long, long time ago, you always bullied me. ”

Zhao Chuanxin: "......"

Is there such a thing as bullying in the Invisible Clan?

It's not going to roll over, is it?

Is it over-acting, evoking some of its unpleasant memories?

But the shelves must not fall.

"I" said, "You waste, you used to complain about this and that, and I heard you crying from afar." I'll just ask you, can you keep me safe this time? ”

The mourner said aggrievedly: "Yes, I will definitely not let the old gods kill you this time, you can rest." ”

Zhao Chuanxin let out a sigh of relief.

Exit the Code of the Old Gods and close it hurriedly.

He couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his head.

Gotta find a way to appease it and get out of it as soon as possible.

Because he wanted to solve this trouble as soon as possible, so as not to delay the progress in the future, Zhao Chuanxin stayed in Suzhou for another day.

During the day, he studied the old sacred fire, but he couldn't figure out how to use it.

The scale shield is a half-body shield, but it is not heavy at all, Zhao Chuanxin feels it when he lifts it, it is only four or five pounds, but it can block the bullet of the rifle. The dense scales on it can also dissipate the impact.

The tentacles of the leader of the beemen, Zhao Chuanxin didn't understand what was going on.

You'll have to ask the elven scouts.

In the evening, he opened the Old God's Codex as usual.

As a result, as soon as the book was opened, it was hit by a crit.

[I rested, and as soon as I opened my eyes, I heard the mourning spirit in the void saying: You are not my people! 】

Zhao Chuanxin's cold sweat flowed down with a "swish".

This is the rhythm of longevity.

Writing too slowly, he didn't say a word, and opened the channel of holy light.

"I" said viciously, "What kind of? Do you say one more thing? ”

The mourning spirit was silent for a while, and said timidly, "Hehe, I'm joking. ”

"I" snorted: "You stay here, I still have to go out to do big things." ”

The mourner's voice became panicked: "Don't, I don't want you to go, the old gods are outside." ”

Zhao Chuanxin has a toothache.

I've been entangled by this broom star, how can I go back and hand in the task?

If you don't hand in the task, how to get the berserk armor.

"I" can't be trapped at the foot of Zuling Peak for the rest of my life, right?

So how can you get longevity in the future?

Zhao Chuanxin fell into thought.

It may be that "I" didn't reply for too long, and the mourning spirit cautiously tested: "Are you angry?" ”

Instead of paying attention to it, I asked the elven scout, "Do you know the secret of the bee-man's tentacles that can absorb people?" ”

The elven scout shook his head: "That's the secret of the beemen, and only good beeman warriors have this ability." They can not only suck people, but they can also suck things. Once the spear is dropped, they can suck it up. ”

Zhao Chuanxin was disappointed.

At this time, he heard the mourning spirit say cheerfully, "I know, I will tell you if you ask me." ”

"I" was furious: "Blanch, if you don't open the house for three days, it's against you?" Dog stuff hurry up! ”

The mourning spirit said in frustration, "Okay. In the antennae of the bee-man, there is the throat of the man-eating flower. ”

"I" asked, "What is the throat of the piranha flower for?" ”

"Cannibals eat meat, and if a creature approaches them, they use their throats to suck it up and swallow it," said the mourners. ”

"I" said, "What does a pipe look like?" How does it work? ”

There was no movement.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't see the mourning spirit, and he didn't know what it was doing.

Several people looked at each other.

Just as he was waiting impatiently, suddenly a huge plant fell from the sky and fell to the ground.

There is a huge flower on the front of the plant.

The mourner said cheerfully, "This is the man-eating flower, and I will show you eight pieces of it." ”

After speaking, the man-eating flower on the ground began to decompose automatically, and a hard object the size of a small fingernail appeared on the stem, and the hard object flew in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

The mourning spirit said, "This is the throat of the man-eating flower, do you see the recess?" As long as there is a roller, turn in the recess, and the lower opening can generate suction. The bee-man has stinging hairs in its tentacles that act as rollers to turn here, and that's the secret. ”

After it finished speaking, a stone on the ground was torn apart, and a small piece of it became the shape of a miniature abacus bead, flew to the groove of the cannibal flower throat and spun around, looking like the wheel of a mouse, but the small one was like a grain of rice.

A stone on the ground was sucked up at once.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that this was similar to the immortal bird Xuan Ring, and it could also be made into a ring with a small mechanism.

But this time he had to create a metal ring himself, which could not be made of bones, it was too fragile.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that the mourning spirit knew more than the elf scout, so he asked it, "Do you know how to use the old sacred fire?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding branches and leaves were windless, as if they were a precursor to an earthquake.

The mourning spirit said angrily, "You can't use the things of the old gods, the old gods are our enemies!" ”

Zhao Chuanxin was taken aback.

This dog thing, angry?

Can't be blindly rigid, "I" hurriedly appeased the mourning soul in a gentle tone: "Okay, okay, don't lose your temper, can't you not mention the old gods?" ”

The surrounding tremors subsided.

Zhao Chuanxin is staggering, how strong is the mourning spirit?

Surely more powerful than the Night's Watch of the Hell Path, perhaps only under the Old Gods and Demon Kings.

He teleported the throat back and was about to speak, when the time was up, and consciousness peeled off.

Zhao Chuanxin hurriedly closed the "Old God Codex".

Completely entangled in the mourning.

Zhao Chuanxin decided not to stay any longer.

The next morning, after washing, he said to Benjamin Goldberg, "Let's go today." ”

Benjamin Goldberg's recent run in the wild, this small bridge and flowing water at first glance is novel, and after watching too much, I feel tired.

He jumped up happily: "Great, Master, let's go to Hankou as Zhao Yixian said and take a look, maybe we can still study and study car building." ”

Only Zhao Yixian was reluctant to run around, but in order to seek immortal law, he could only endure the pain of boats and cars.

After settling the account with the shopkeeper, the shopkeeper still wants to make a discount.

Zhao Chuanxin deceived the upper and lower. He specializes in all kinds of dissatisfaction, but he will not repay the debts to the people, and he should give as much as he wants.

The shopkeeper looked grateful, but he accepted the money, and when Zhao Chuanxin and the three of them went out, he took a sip: "What the fuck!" ”

That is, Zhao Chuanxin didn't hear it, otherwise he might be beaten into a pig's head.

When he went out, Zhao Chuanxin found that there were a few less patrols who helped him watch the door and the car.

The one left behind also looked preoccupied.

One of the men helped him with his errands yesterday, and he was quite attentive, and he easily persuaded the shopkeeper.

So Zhao Chuanxin asked one more question: "What happened?" ”

The patrol arched his hand: "Mr. Zhao, don't hide it, there are many salt barons in Taihu Lake, and when they don't sell salt, they often do some things to stop ships coming and going." Among them, there is a gang that is very famous, and the cases are like a mountain of cases, and they have done a lot of big business, and their leader is called Jin Kunxiu. Jin Kunxiu is nothing, but Jin Kunxiu's wife is also a famous female thief in Taihu Lake, not only graceful, but also powerful, and fine boxing...... Ahem, that's too much. Anyway, early this morning, some brothers saw Kim Kun-so enter the city at the city gate. No, everyone went to ambush and arrest the Taihu thieves. It's a pity that I wasn't there for such a beautiful event......"

(End of chapter)