Staying alive is Lin Mochen's pursuit as always.

Nangong Zhu nodded, "That's right, your strength is indeed a little worse!"

Lin Mochen felt the familiar aura of a friend, the confusion in his eyes went in, and a sad expression appeared on his face, "I don't think you are a brother like this." ”

Who knew that Nangong Zhu replied disdainfully: "I didn't plan to be a brother with you." ”

Then the whole person disappeared at the intersection of the Tianwu Ancient Road and walked on the ancient road.

Lin Mochen followed with his teeth and claws, and the two officially stepped into the Tianwu Ancient Road.

The path of the Tianwu Ancient Road is not wide, it can only accommodate three people in parallel, and there are messy plants and trees growing around, but the strange thing is that none of them have reached into the ancient path at all.

It is recorded in the travelogue that the Tianwu Ancient Road was incarnated by the body of an ancient Tianwu, so this Tianwu Ancient Road remains unchanged for eternity. Moreover, there is a Wu clan that has been living in seclusion inside, guarding this Heavenly Witch Ancient Road.

This is also the only witch tribe in the entire zombie country. Even a great force as strong as Wushan did not dare to wreak havoc in the Tianwu Ancient Road, and even had to be a good grandson.

After a hundred and ten miles, there were more lives in the ancient road, insects, birds and beasts had faintly traced, and all kinds of strange flowers and plants began to compete for beauty.

Compared to the outside, it is simply a forbidden area of life, although there are occasional beasts and brute beasts, but it is also extremely rare.

In order to hurry, Lin Mochen spent several days traveling thousands of miles, and the number of non-zombie creatures he saw would not exceed a hundred. It's also a shame that there are no animal protection societies or anything here, otherwise they would basically be listed as protected species.

"Lin Mochen, compared to the dark pavilion of your famous city, this place is simply a fairyland. ”

In the face of Nangong Zhu's complaint, in addition to a bitter smile, he could only smile bitterly. Can you expect a zombie to spare a creature? That is, they are not zombies, otherwise they will even gnaw on their own people.

So, sometimes losing doesn't necessarily mean gaining. If we use the Spatial Transformation Array to reach Wushan, we will miss the beautiful scenery of the Wugu Road on this day. ”

Although he was persuading Nangong Zhu, he was not telling himself.

Ten months later, the "return to death" is like a mountain pressing on the road to survival. Even with a salted fish like Lin Mochen, you can feel that dullness.

After he settled on the Ancient City, an inexplicable feeling in his heart told him that the opportunity was inside.

Whether he can find and catch it depends on his own hard work.

As a zombie, he shouldn't trust this instinct, but he is not a purebred zombie, and he chooses to trust it.

Even if it's wrong, it doesn't matter, the chance is inherently illusory.

Being able to see the scene of his past life in the zombie country was enough for him to be satisfied.

As for people, he doesn't force it. Life is always the same, people are no longer the same, and it is just a matter of emotion.

Nangong Zhu didn't answer, but his steps slowed down, as if he was enjoying the beautiful scenery.

Grass, not recognized, may be just ordinary weeds, with leaves bearing the signs of drying up with dew.

Lin Mochen suddenly realized that the morning had been unconsciously exhausted by them.

"Lin Mochen, do you say that I play the flute well, or do you have a good call for these birds?" Nangong Zhu's voice came from the front.

What kind of comparison is this?

Looking up, Nangong Zhu was standing in one place, looking at a tree in front of him, where a pair of birds with pale yellow feathers were chirping, and their voices were extremely tender, like a pair of chicks.

Lin Mochen looked at his face, and then said, "Their voices are quite nice, but they are too monotonous. The sound of your flute is not only good, but also high, low, light and heavy, like melodious, incomparable. ”

Just after his comment, a cry similar to that of two birds rang out, but it was much more powerful.

After this cry, the voices of the two birds began to change, not only in separate calls, but also in elongated sounds, sometimes with high-pitched calls.

Faced with this sudden change, Lin Mochen was not only dumbfounded, but also felt that his face was a little painful.

Nangong Zhu's face rose with a sense of interest, took out the green flute in his hand, and prepared to play.

Lin Mochen had the heart to stop it, but it was too late, and the melodious flute sound floated up, echoing the cry of the two little birds.

The immaturity of the bird's call and the melodious sound of the flute are perfectly blended together, playing in unison for a while, and talking for a while. After a while, the majestic cry also rushed in.

This is a concert, and this is the first time Lin Mochen has listened to the scene.

The mind is completely empty, and the consciousness wanders in the sound, there is life, joy, praise, and warmth......

Until, a trace of parting sadness appeared in his heart, and then the music disappeared, and everything fell silent.

It's over! I can't help but feel reluctant.

The sound of three birds flapping their wings sounded, and the two immature birds also disappeared into the trees.

Nangong Zhu put down the flute and beckoned in the direction they were leaving.

Lin Mochen, who woke up, felt that he had received great benefits, but he couldn't say it for a while.

"I didn't expect to be able to meet such a spiritual bird, which is better than the colorful lark, but unfortunately I can't bring it back. ”

"Have you ever seen a colorful lark fairy bird?" Lin Mochen was a little white again.

"I used to think that the colorful lark was beautiful and good at singing, but now I realize that I am lonely and unheard. Nangong Zhu commented excitedly.

Immortal birds can be seen, will the origin of this Nangong build be too big?

Although the Dark Pavilion is also a big force, it has never heard of anything related to the fairy world. Could it be an ancient family in the zombie realm, and a family with a stronger background than the Dark Pavilion?

"Why didn't you leave them behind just now?"

With the skills of the two of them, it is not difficult to catch those two little birds, even the big ones of that kind.

"Vulgar!" Nangong Zhu showed no mercy, "Such a bird is the creation of nature, how can it use such a means? I have already asked just now, they are not willing to go with me, they have masters." ”

Lin Mochen hurriedly closed his mouth, not daring to squeak again.

Birds have masters! There is only one possibility for the owner here, and that is the witch clan.

As for the possibility of a general or a corpse passing by with three birds, it tends to zero infinitely.

The Wu clan is not something they can afford to provoke at all, let alone stealing things, even if people like something about themselves, they have to give it up. If you can't give up, you can only escape.

"I'm vulgar! Lin Mochen couldn't help urging, he wanted to get out of here.

Nangong Zhu re-hid the green flute in his sleeve and followed Lin Mochen's footsteps.

This time, there is no more leisurely than before, because someone has concerns in his heart.

Finally, after another hundred and ten miles, Lin Mochen slowed down again, his eyes firmly fixed on the grass in front of him.

There, a small, eared creature was eating grass with its three-petaled mouth.

Good things, I said softly in my heart, I am afraid that it weighs five or six pounds, but it is rare.

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