Chapter 1240: Forgetful Village, Gu Qingquan, Promise
The area of this mass burial valley exceeds Xu Zimo's imagination.
It is mainly hundreds of thousands of square kilometers apart from east to west, and the valley is so big that it covers almost half of the semi-ghost area.
There are countless tombstones and grave pits here.
There is no other reason, because those buried here are all the dead in the original war between ghosts and gods.
There are gods and there are ghosts.
When you come here, you can even hear the wails of ghosts and gods.
There is no human habitation here, except for the dark crows and the gloomy vultures, there are no living creatures.
Under the black soil, half-covered bones are often exposed, which looks very scary.
Xu Zimo descended from the gloomy sky above his head and stood at the front entrance of the Mass Burial Valley.
Behind him, the huge body of the red-blade bull demon followed closely.
Although Xu Zimo had to leave early, the Red Blade Bull Demon was a great sage, so his speed was naturally faster.
If you can sense Xu Zimo's position, you can naturally catch up.
"The battle is over," Xu Zimo asked.
"how's it going?"
"That Kuangren Chu is really domineering, I can't even get in his way," the Red-Blade Ox Demon said with a smile.
"The Evil King is avoiding the edge for the time being. He may want to wait until his peak strength is restored before fighting again."
"This has nothing to do with us," Xu Zimo said.
"After taking the inheritance of the wood god Jumang, it's time to leave this realm of ghosts and gods."
"The aura of death is so strong," the Red-Blade Ox Demon nodded and turned to look at the Mass Burial Valley.
Ordinary people may only see the gloomy aura, but his realm of great sage has already been reduced to a subtle level.
Many things can be perceived.
The air of death permeates the land for thousands of miles. If an ordinary person enters, he will be turned into bones by the air of death.
"My lord, this place is too dead. Even if you go in, you won't be able to stay for long," the red-blade bull demon reminded.
"It's too dangerous. How many people have died here?"
"I don't know how many people died, but I heard that after that battle, there was no more light in the Ghost Realm.
From then on the sun sets, it is enough to imagine the brutality of that battle," Xu Zimo replied.
"Don't go into this valley of mass graves yet. Let's take a look around. Maybe there is something we can do."
"When I first came here, I saw a village at the foot of the mountain. Your Majesty, you can go and inquire about it," said the Red-Blade Ox Demon.
Xu Zimo nodded.
The Mass Burial Valley is on a high slope. When he walked down the high slope, there was a vibrant jungle at the bottom.
Different from the lifelessness of Gaopo, here the birds are singing, the flowers are fragrant, and the trees are shady. It is a completely different world.
After Xu Zimo walked down the hillside, everything was full of life. At the entrance of the small village, there were two huge ginseng trees.
This ginseng tree does not grow ginseng fruits, but the tree is shaped like a human figure and looks very old.
What's weird is that the ginseng tree on the left still has two very long beards.
"Young man, welcome to our Forgetful Village," Xu Zimo just walked to the door, and the ginseng tree spoke human words and said directly.
"Forgetful Village," Xu Zimo said softly.
"You are also going to the Mass Burial Valley," Ginseng Tree continued to ask.
"How do you know?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Here, there are no people around all year round. Except for going to the Mass Burial Valley, almost no one comes to our Forgetful Village," the ginseng tree replied.
"Then do you have any idea?" Xu Zimo said.
"I think the Valley of Mass Burials is very deathly. I'm afraid it will be difficult to enter."
"In our Forgetful Village, there is a clear spring named Gu Qingquan.
As long as you drink this spring water, you can pass through this valley of mass graves at will without being affected," said the ginseng tree at the door.
"Then how can I exchange for this spring water?" Xu Zimo asked again.
"It's not a hurry, I'll be happy to have friends from far away," said the ginseng tree with a big smile.
He waved his hand, and the thick branches began to wave, and the entire void rippled.
A few hearty laughs came from inside the Forgetful Village.
Immediately afterwards, several old men walked out from inside. These old men looked very old.
Their clothes are woven from leaves, and their beards are like tree whiskers.
Even the hair is in the shape of leaves, like a creature born from the fusion of man and tree.
Each one of them is a tree spirit who has been practicing for thousands of years and has transformed into a human form.
"Hello, sir, welcome to Forgetful Village.
We have prepared a banquet, and we hope to enjoy it together," the old man who walked to the front said with a smile.
"I came to ask for some ancient clear springs," Xu Zimo said.
"Just stay with us for the party today. When we leave tomorrow, we will naturally give you some spring water," the old man said.
Xu Zimo frowned slightly, but said nothing more and let the old man lead the way into the village together.
As soon as he entered the village, Xu Zimo discovered that except for a few old men, there were all beautiful women.
They stood on both sides of the village streets, holding garlands, welcoming Xu Zimo's arrival.
"What does this mean?" Xu Zimo asked.
"This is the welcome ceremony of our Forgetful Village. You don't have to worry about it, sir," the old man said with a smile.
Following the old man's figure, Xu Zimo came to an open-air flat.
The flat ground was filled with all kinds of cakes and fruits, and the aroma of fine wine permeated the entire village.
As soon as you smell the fragrance, you will feel relaxed and happy, and you will be fascinated.
At this moment, the sky slowly darkened.
"Master, please," the old man waved his hand, letting Xu Zimo take the top position.
Immediately, these old men sat next to them, and bonfires were suddenly lit on both sides, and the atmosphere became lively.
Dance music played, and against the background of several dancers, a woman wearing Western-style clothes took lotus steps and danced in the center of the bonfire.
"Young Master, have a drink," the old man raised his glass and smiled at Xu Zimo.
It was rare for Xu Zimo to relax, so he was not polite and raised his glass to drink a few drinks.
After drinking the wine, heat comes from the inside out, and the warmth flows through the internal organs, making the whole body feel extremely comfortable.
"Good wine," he sighed.
"What are you planning to do when you go to the Mass Burial Valley?" The old man looked at Xu Zimo and asked with a smile.
"My home is in the semi-ghost area," Xu Zimo replied casually.
"I wonder who else is in the young master's family?" the old man asked again.
"I haven't been home for a long time. I don't know how many people are left now," Xu Zimo shook his head and said.
"This ancient clear spring, please leave it to the old man."
"It's okay," the old man pointed to the woman next to him who was in the middle of the dance, and introduced with a smile.
"This is my little daughter, she is more than 20 years old.
I have been proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting since I was a child, and I am virtuous and reasonable. What do you think, Master?"
"I don't think the old man wants to get married," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"The valley of mass burials is full of ghosts, the journey is extremely dangerous, and the future is uncertain.
Young Master, why don't you stay, get married to my little girl, and spend the rest of your life in our forgetful village.
Wouldn't it be wonderful to live a life without worries?" the old man said with a smile.
