In the end, I decided to go on the road with Uncle Xinghuan and send him out of this ghost place. Ω Biqu    』 Pavilion

However, Nangong Morning and Night are a player after all, and she didn't want to waste her limited time escorting a ragged NPC, so after saying goodbye to me, she went deep into the valley and continued her journey of exploration.

To be honest, I was a little worried about her choice.

After all, the resurrection point is an element that players rely on for survival during exploration, but since we walked into this valley, we have not even seen a resurrection point.

Although he successfully found a settlement in the middle according to the farmer's instructions, due to the xenophobicity and secrecy of the settlement, the local residents were not willing to open up too many functions to us.

Even the basic elements of repairs and trading, such as blacksmith shops and grocery stores, have closed the door to us, let alone things like resurrection points.

So, my concern for her is not unreasonable.

"Young man, can I call you 'Long Ye'?" Uncle Xinghuan drove the road with a bamboo stick in front of him, and suddenly turned around and said to me.

"Ah." The unpredictable voice woke me up from my thoughts, and nodded subconsciously, "Of course, uncle."

Xinghuan turned his head and pressed the brim of his straw hat and said, "The reason I asked you this is because I felt the malice around me."

"And those vague malice are coming towards us." He did not look back, and his voice became quieter and deeper, "So if we are going to enter a state of combat later, I must give you a simple and catchy name first."

"Just call me Xinghuan or uncle. Remember to keep your nerves tight all the time, because... there seems to be a little too much to stare at us." The sound of the bamboo stick in Xinghuan's hand touching the ground gradually became lighter, and the sound of his speech began to bring a faint laugh.

This uncle...who is from him?

The back of the man in front of me, who was firmly strolling, was now set off by his laughter in my heart, like a war madman.

Surrounded by countless malicious intentions, his tone not only did not tremble at all, but instead smiled gently.

I think...this has probably become a desire.

"Shh..." Xinghuan's footsteps gradually stopped. He stood quietly in place, signaling me to be careful, "They are coming."

who?

they?

Who are they?

Who is here? Why didn't I see anything?

The lonely two stood in the middle of the valley like a meat pie. On both sides were slices of bread that held us tightly in the middle.

The shadows blocked by the mountain walls penetrated into the valley like ink, and in the faint unknown echoes, something seemed to be surging quietly like a tide.

Xinghuan held his breath and focused, and I didn't say a word, waiting quietly for his actions.

At this moment, the physical uneasiness in my heart gradually opened its big mouth and slowly swallowed me into it.

...

Jinyu stretched out his hands and pulled a pile of broken bricks in the corner of the room.

Although she tried to lighten her hands, the innate strange power still made her accidentally exert too much force.

"Ah, please be a little lighter." A young man's voice came from the rubble, as if Jin Yu's actions just now hurt the person buried under him.

"Shut up, the wounded should stop talking, lie down peacefully." Although he did not lose his sharpness, Jin Yu's movements in his hands still slowed down significantly.

The rubble on the upper part was gradually turned open by Jin Yu, revealing the head buried under it.

As if feeling the faint light and the fresh air mixed with the smell of blood, the young man gradually opened his eyes and looked at the god-like woman who was rescued by him in front of him.

"Teaching...Pope..." The young man smiled, the dry blood covering most of his face and stuck to his head.

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" Jin Yu couldn't bear to treat the warrior in front of him fiercely, but he had to let him stop talking, so as not to aggravate his injuries.

"No, I want to say...thank you." The young man closed his eyes with a smile.

"Hey, don't scare me." Seeing this, Jinyu stopped the excavation work in his hand, and then put his hand on his face, "You speak, this is not what I mean by telling you to shut up."

"Can you give me a face? Do you know who is in front of you now?" Jin Yu put his head close to the man's ear and shouted loudly at him, "It's your monarch, the pope of the Star Weaving Kingdom!"

But the young man didn't seem to want to give her this face.

His eyes were still closed and his smile was still pure.

"Damn it." Jin Yu finally took his hand back from his face. Her tone was full of reluctance and sadness, "I... I didn't even know what your name was until the end."

Jin Yu slowly inserted his hands into the deep pile of rubble again.

After a while, I opened the bricks and stones that buried the young man who died young.

Because in her heart, this young man should not be buried here.

Jinyu threw away the stones that were too small.

Jinyu crushed the bricks that were too large and turned into small stones, and then threw them away hand by hand.

As stones were dug up by Jin Yu, the young man buried deep in it finally showed his full appearance before Jin Yu.

However, it may not be accurate to say that the whole picture is.

Because the young man's body below his chest has completely disappeared.

It can be said that it is already a miracle that he can respond to Jin Yu's call in the communicator and can support her to arrive here.

A miracle of life.

Jin Yu looked at the scene in front of him, his heart suddenly stopped in place as if it was hit by a huge pendulum.

As a former Iron Fist nun, the current Pope of Destroyed Kingdom, Jin Yu has experienced countless battles, and in those battles, the enemies smashed with her fists have long been indifferent to her sea of ​​memories by her.

She has become accustomed to being torn, cut, and hammered corpses, no matter what style it is.

However, when she saw the body of the young man in front of her, her body trembled involuntarily.

It’s not because of fear, but because the sadness is too pure and too intense.

At this point, all the scientific research teams of the Star Weaving Kingdom stationed in the Wanye Desert were killed except Pope Jinyu.

And this is a piece that can never be observed in the eyes of players who are busy upgrading and monster pushing. It only belongs to a piece of history among the residents in this game.

Above the desert, a wild wind blows by, spreading the blood in the air away.

The once scattered battlefield is now only covered with wasteland and blood.

However, under the rotten tree with only half of the remaining rotten trees, there was still a small place where blood had not been stained, and it was as calm as paper.

In that quiet corner, a lonely tombstone still stood quietly in place.
Chapter completed!