Chapter Fifty-Eight: A Lacerated Wound

No one would believe that a monster that had devoured the flesh of itself and its companions, and sucked the souls of children, would suddenly have a "human nature". Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

But the moment the monster stopped in front of Shi Liu, it knelt down straight, repentantly, no longer attacking or resisting, until it turned into flying ashes, which made Hao Chen hesitate for the first time.

Someone once said, "Time heals all wounds, I don't think so." The wound is always there. Over time, the wound is covered with a scar for protection, and the pain lessens, but it never goes away. ā€

Looking at the scene in front of him now, Hao Chen was particularly touched by this sentence.

Shi Liu looked down at the black powder scattered on the ground, couldn't stand anymore and knelt down, holding the black cinder-like powder in his hand, crying.

The wound in Shi Liu's heart that would not disappear, but was gradually healed, was torn apart by his hands.

The morning light shines through the mountains into the nests, and gradually the shadows of the trees sway, and the temperature warms up, but the old man's weeping reflects the already dilapidated pit even more desolately.

Zi Yan had already been put away, Hao Chen was standing in place, he couldn't disturb the grief of a half-hundred-year-old man, and he didn't know how to comfort the old man to face such an ending, he even felt that Shi Liu would hate himself, because he deprived that monster of the so-called right to "live", but Hao Chen did not regret it.

Hao Chen's mind was still combing through the whole process, and he always felt that there was some mystery, which became more elusive as this monster fell.

In the mining disaster, the disappeared corpses turned into two monsters, they devoured their own corpses, absorbed the blood and qi of living creatures and reshaped the entity, just to pile up a pile of stones, and catch some wild things in the mountains every day to repeat the funeral for themselves?

"It's really not simple, you must know that the 'Filthy Evil Ghost' is not just any soul that can evolve successfully, otherwise so many people die every day, this thing has long been accustomed to it. The drum elder added in Hao Chen's ear.

"Do you know the method?" Gu Lao is a fragment of the soul of the first "Sage" thousands of years ago, if others don't know, he may not.

"I don't know. The old drummer coughed twice, then added, "But, I know this thing isn't wild!"

"Really?"

"Specimen or someone in captivity!" the old man pouted, hoping that it was just an accident, but this probability was too rare.

Hao Chen knew that he would not encounter normal events with such a punctual lucky value.

The old man who was crying now just knelt in front of the pile of powder, took off his coat, laid it out, and put the black powder on the cloth one by one, carefully, for fear of missing a little.

Hao Chen wanted to help, but as soon as he took a step, he stopped again.

Shi Liu raised his head, his eyes were complicated and sad, he glanced at Hao Chen and didn't say anything, but he seemed to silently refuse all the help of this young man, he didn't need such help.

After a while, there was a stack of black powder on his clothes, and he carefully buttoned it up and held it in his arms, without saying a word, and stood up, his steps still staggering.

Let's go home today, after so many things, Shiguozi Village can't stay, Hao Chen looked at Shi Liu's back, and he couldn't say how lonely he was.

Seeing Shi Liu away, Hao Chen turned around, and the desolate old mine now looked even more sad. Maybe no one will come here again. But he still had to go in, and the mountains full of "Kunshi" were the source of energy for him to continue his cultivation, so he could only accumulate as much as possible.

Stepping in, the stench of rotting livestock flesh and blood was unbearable, Hao Chen almost vomited, and a tunnel so narrow that only one person could pass through it led straight from a corner of the hole to the place where it collapsed underneath.

Hao Chen did not enter the tunnel, and the bare rocks at the mine entrance had been confirmed by the system, so there was no need to go down and take risks. Gu Lao can also absorb energy directly from the rock surface through Hao Chen's hands.

Finding a mountain rock that looked fairly clean, Hao Chen put his palm on the surface of the rock, followed the steps described by the old man in his mind, slowly relaxed his body, and handed over the dominance of the meridians again.

The soul consciousness was separated from the body, and Hao Chen felt a hot current in the palm of his hand slowly enter his body, passing through a certain meridian in the palm of his hand and arm, and directly into the sea of qi under his navel, and the energy originally stored in the sea of qi was also sensed, and it slowly rotated and stored in his abdomen.

He calmed down, eliminated distracting thoughts, and no longer paid attention to the amount of energy injected, everything went naturally, not paranoid or forced, and when it was time to stop, the drum would naturally stop.

He looked away and looked around the cave, a completely man-made cavern, with visible chisel marks that made the cave look like a half-spherical shape, and the ground was littered with discarded tools, dust, and animal bone scraps collected by previous monsters.

On the other side of the tunnel, there was an exceptionally clean ground, with an obvious dividing line with other positions, Hao Chen felt awkward no matter how he looked at it, because the boundary was too clear, but he couldn't leave his body, so he could only wait for the old man to finish his energy storage.

The feeling of energy in the sea of qi is becoming more and more abundant, if Hao Chen's feeling before is like half a bottle of water that is not enough, but now it is like a deep well that is about to overflow, the feeling is indescribable.

Hao Chen felt more and more that the existence of Gu Lao was incredible, and he instantly felt that the plots in those novels were too exaggerated.

"It's not an exaggeration, you're here because of the old man!" The old drum, who was sitting cross-legged in his heart, handed back the leadership to Hao Chen, and opened his eyes with a triumphant expression.

"How long is enough?" Hao Chen was most concerned about this question, the time he could use to upgrade was only three years, and he didn't want to waste the free energy of this mountain.

"It's enough for you to cultivate to the Four Heavens of Qi Building. ā€

"It's only fourfold...... Don't collect any more points?" "There are so many things to cultivate to the Quadruple Heaven, and there are still hundreds of thousands of energy needs left, so let go of here, but I don't know what to do."

"Collect some more, your sea of qi is about to explode! When the time comes, you will die yourself!" Elder Drum shook his head, people are like this, and they are not greedy enough.

Hao Chen touched his stomach and didn't feel a feeling of swelling, but since the old man said that he couldn't, he could only give up. Remembering the corner he had just seen, he walked over, and although the cave was not well lit, it was enough to make out the arc that was clearly cut off from the messy squalor around it.

The arc I just saw is actually a complete circular stone slab, tiled and covered on the ground, the stone slab is clean and tidy, dust-free, about one meter in diameter, and the bones of small animals and broken stones are piled up outside the circle.

Curiously pressed the surface of the slate, there was no movement, Hao Chen had the courage to lift it, the slate was very light, it could be lifted with one hand, and when it was opened, it revealed the same land as in the cave, and on the land, twisted and strange patterns.