The next morning, Nakorulu awoke from her nightmare, and as soon as she woke up, she ran out of a wooden house barefoot without even putting on her shoes.

"Slug!" she shouted as soon as she ran out of the house, but the other party did not answer her, only the eyes of the crowd.

What are they doing?

Nakorulu saw Shuz not far away, Shuma and a group of elven men and women gathered together and were looking at something, and her shout just now caused everyone to look back at her at the same time, but it was only a glance, and she turned her head back.

Somehow, the moment she saw the glance just now, Nakorulu's heart suddenly seemed to be twitched by something, and she couldn't help but tremble. Thinking back to yesterday's battle and the nightmare she had before, she immediately had an ominous premonition in her heart.

No more nonsense, stepped on both feet, and accelerated behind Xius and the others.

At this time, a group of elven people led by Xiusi were silently looking at a small tree in front of them, no one spoke, and everyone's eyes were full of sadness and respect. Shuma had just filled in the last piece of soil with his hands and completely fixed the tree, he put the white orchid wreath in Xius's hand on the tree, and then retreated from the side of the tree to stand with Xius and the others, and mourned in silence.

When Shuma's work was over, the elven women spoke at the same time, singing in a very sacred gesture a song that Nakorulu did not understand at all, but it was clearly a certain ritual. The music is not sad, but has a certain sense of reverence, as if it were a soprano singer singing in one of those great theaters in the ordinary world, which makes people awe-inspiring to hear it.

The moment the song sounded, everyone's eyes changed from sadness to reverence and piety. If it was just that, Nakorulu wouldn't feel any different, and she would only feel that it was Xius and the others worshipping their ancestors.

But the white cover in front of the tree, which had not a word on it, and not even a trace of anything else, immediately made Nakorulu understand that it was an anonymous scroll. She glanced around the tree again, only to realize that this was the location where the Nameless Scroll had been abandoned by Wuqi yesterday.

"What are you doing?" said Nakorulu, struggling to control her anger.

Xiuth shook his head silently, Shuma also shook his head silently, and all the other elven men who were staring at Nakorulu shook their heads in the same way, silent. As for the elven women who were singing, their eyes were serious, and there was no reason for Na Ke Lulu, but at the same time, a trace of sympathy flashed in their eyes.

"Answer me!, where are you!" Nakorulu asked again, this time in a louder voice than before, with a hint of anger evident in her tone.

But Theseus and Shuma still shook their heads and remained silent, "Brother Theseus!" Nakolulu suddenly grabbed Theseus's clothes, and asked, "You answer me! Is there a slug lying in there?"

Hughes didn't answer, he looked at the girl in front of him in a daze, couldn't bear to speak, and still shook his head. Nakolulu suddenly let go of him, turned around and grabbed Shuma's clothes, raised her voice by an octave, and shouted, "Brother Shuma, then tell me! Did you bury the slugs without permission?"

Xiuma didn't plan to speak, but when he saw that the tears in the eyes of this slightly hideous girl actually flowed from the corners of his eyes in an instant, his heart suddenly softened, and he couldn't bear to nod lightly, and said softly: "Yes." However, he had just said a word, and he wanted to continue to persuade Nakorulu a few words, but he was stopped by the Xius on the side.

"Shuma. Stop it. Xius suddenly interrupted Xiuma, he glanced at Nakorulu with a serious face, and after taking a long breath, his expression eased slightly, and he couldn't bear the other party to be too sad, and said lightly: "He's dead." Pray with us. In this way, he will also find a long rest here. ”

For Nakoruru, this is nonsense. However, this also speaks for itself. But Nakorulu didn't believe in Hughes at all, she suddenly pushed Hughes away, turned around and ran to the tree, pulled out the tree in one go, and kept it aside, her hands like moles, digging through the dirt desperately. ,

Blood slid down her fingertips as Nakorulu dug in, but as if she didn't feel any pain, she kept digging into the dirt faster and faster, and tears continued to flow down the corners of her eyes like a stream, sliding down her chin and falling to the ground.

A face that was originally beautiful was almost ugly and dirty in just a few minutes, rendered by sludge, dust, blood and tears.

But Nakorulu didn't care about any of this, she just cried like a madman, and scolded angrily: "You dead slug! Didn't you say that you would take good care of me in place of my sister? We've just established the Dharma-breaking Mission! You can't die!"

Yes, you can't die! Master!

After seeing Nakolulu's crazy actions, Xiaobai behind Xius also rushed in, digging the dirt with Nakolulu, and at the same time it kept saying in its heart.

The aura of Wuqi had vanished, and it had disappeared like a cloud from the moment he fell yesterday. Xiaobai, who established a soul contract with Wuqi, felt this most clearly, and when Wuqi fell, it suddenly seemed as if his heart had been hollowed out, and he couldn't help but feel empty, and his mood instantly became lost and depressed.

But it is a monster, it can't cry, and it can't effectively express its emotions in human language, so it can only grieve alone. Nakorulu's actions resonated with it suddenly, so it did the same.

It didn't take long, and after a few minutes, when Xiusi saw that Nakorulu's hands and Xiaobai's forelimbs were all red with blood, he finally couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and after taking a deep breath, he waved his one-arm to Shuma beside him, and said, "Pull them back and bandage their wounds well."

Don't let them in here anymore. Little Brother Wuqi saved our entire elven race, and I must ensure that he now finds eternal rest with us. ”

"Yes. After nodding respectfully, Xiuma hurriedly made a gesture to the two elven guards beside him. The two elven guards nodded knowingly, and came behind Na Ke Lulu and Xiao Bai in a few steps, and their hands were used at the same time, as if they were carrying chickens, they lifted this person and a demonic beast high, and walked towards the living area of the elf house with Xiusi and the others.

The remaining guards were in charge of disposing of the strange graveyard again, and they were very fast, and it took less than a minute to catch up with Xius and the others. Despite the constant shouting of Nakorulu and Xiaobai, who kept struggling on the shoulders of the two guards, they were powerless to prevent the fact that they were being taken farther and farther away from the cemetery.

The atmosphere seemed to regain its calm at this moment, the breeze had stopped, and the air had become quiet, but it could not hide the sadness.

A few crows flew out of nowhere and landed on the small tree on Wuqi's tomb, flapping their wings and making an unlucky cry. The air seemed to be enveloped by an oppressive dead silence for an instant, and the atmosphere around it suddenly became so rapid that people could barely breathe.

However, these crows enjoyed the atmosphere unusually, and their cries not only did not stop, but they became more powerful.

Xiusi and Xiuma, who had walked far away, turned around and glanced at Wuqi's cemetery in displeasure, Xiusi's face suddenly showed anger, and he couldn't help frowning, Xiuma directly pulled his bow and arrows, intending to drive away these crows who dared to disturb Wuqi's rest, but a scene that made both of them stunned happened suddenly.

A black hand stained in mud suddenly stretched out from the ground, followed by a second hand of the same size. Then, there was a sudden violent agitation on the ground, as if something was churning underground. As the crows flapped their wings in horror and left, the small trees under them were suddenly pushed directly into the air under a violent upsurge on the ground.

The ground burst at this moment, and as the dirt flew, a human head suddenly emerged from the ground, followed by the entire upper body. When the upper body finished breaking through the dirt, the man suddenly stood up from the ground with a burst of shouts.

He jumped to the side gently, and after shaking off the dirt on his body, the whole person suddenly scolded angrily at the position where he was lying just now: "Who is so lacking in virtue, only a day has been out of breath, and he will bury me immediately!"

Who else could there be? This person is nothing strange. He was in a very unhappy mood at this time, he had just been resurrected, but he had just recovered and almost suffocated to death in the ground, of course he was in a hurry. That's why he made such a big noise, and even burst out foul language.

But his words fell on the ears of the Hussima brothers who saw this scene from a distance, but it was as if a lightning bolt suddenly fell from the clear sky, and the shocked two of them suddenly looked straight in their eyes. Xiusi looked at Wuqi for a long time and couldn't say a word, Xiuma was even more stunned holding a longbow in one hand and a feather arrow in the other, and he didn't even move his posture, as if his body had become a stone carving, without any feeling.

All they have is the shock in their hearts like a monstrous wave.

"This ...... This...... This ......" Xiusi looked at Wuqi in the distance in a daze, and wanted to say something to express the shock in his heart, but "this" for a long time, as if he suddenly became a stammer, and he couldn't speak. Xiuma even looked at it with eyes as if they were two copper bells, unable to say anything, only feeling that her heart was almost suffocating.

The shock of the two of them was also the feeling in the hearts of those elven guards and the elven women who had sung songs for Wuqi after seeing Wuqi standing next to the cemetery alive and shaking the soil, and at this moment, the reaction of all the elven clansmen was almost as if they were carved out of a mold, and there was no other expression on their faces, only a look of disbelief.

However, after Nako Lulu and Xiaobai found out that there was no wonder, their hearts couldn't help but be shocked, but unlike all the elven clansmen, the shock quickly disappeared from the hearts of this person and a demonic beast, and was replaced by a surprise that they couldn't hide, a surprise and excitement that was intense to the limit.

"Slug!"

Master!

Almost at the same time, Nakorulu and Shiro jumped off the shoulders of the elven guards and rushed in front of Wuqi at an unbelievably fast speed.

Xiaobai threw herself into Wuqi's arms, and kept rubbing Wuqi's still dirty face with its little head, while Na Ke Lulu couldn't hide the excitement in her chest, and without waiting for Wuqi to react, she hugged her the most important in this world, and it was also her only relative.

But after a while, she immediately let go of her hands, glared at her, and with a "snap", she left a big slap mark on the other party's face, pouted, and scolded angrily: "You slug! It's been such a time, and you dare to eat your head of my tofu! I don't want to live!"

As soon as these words came out, even Xiusi and the others in the distance regained their senses in an instant and showed a knowing smile. The atmosphere of dead silence and sadness was finally replaced by laughter at this moment.

Although Wuqi didn't know what was going on, he saw the tears on Na Ke Lulu's face at a glance, and his heart was suddenly a little moved, and he no longer quarreled with Na Ke Lulu but narrowed his eyes and let out a hearty laugh.

The laughter echoed all around, without any energy contained in it, but it was like a ray of sunlight that could penetrate the dark clouds, penetrating the barriers on the body and reaching the deepest part of the heart, so that the hearts of all the elves who heard this laughter, Nako Lulu and Xiaobai, were warmed at the same time.