Bayan drifts with the current in the soil.

He wears the work clothes specially made by the Yao people, with a layer of forbidden stone armor on the outside, which can prevent the entry of Xi soil. But this is only temporary, and the crystal mask on the fixed helmet will gradually break under the continuous pressure of Xi soil.

Overalls can only keep death out for a while.

Through the cracked crystal mask, Bayan saw that the white soil was changing and wriggling like some kind of mollusk. They gradually stretched and contracted, shaping a human face with a wide nose bridge, a square face, and thick lips.

And slightly raised brow bone.

Opposite the crystal, a face that looks like himself but seems different is looking at him.

Bayan was very calm.

Degulin people are not afraid of death, and death is always common on the grasslands.

Now we need to find ways to seek help from outside.

Bayan tried it and found that it was difficult to move his body. This inability to move was like falling into some kind of whirlpool. It was very difficult for him to move his hands and feet even slightly.

There was a small crackling sound in my ears.

There is another diagonally downward seam in the center of the crystal mask.

Bayan frowned.

He saw a kitten suddenly appear on the crystal mask.

Its body was covered with white soil, like a drowned cat that accidentally fell into the quagmire. The cat held its mask with its four paws and stared at itself with a pair of amber yellow eyes.

Bayan has dealt with cats in Degulin. There are prairie cats living there. They are a group of alert and dexterous small beasts. They mainly come out at night and almost always hide in caves during the day. They are lonely and cannot be tamed, but occasionally

They will appear in tribes begging for food, and will allow people to touch them if food is given.

There are also some weak cats who will take their cubs and put them in front of the tribe's tent. The mother cat will not leave until someone adopts them.

Normally, they are solitary and cautious little animals.

Bayan doesn't understand why there is a cat swimming in the Sea of ​​Breathing Earth. There is only endless void above the Sea of ​​Breathing Earth. There is almost no world nearby. Only the mines of the Yao people's civilization stand. This is something that every miner must master and understand.

Basic knowledge of memory.

"Did you accidentally end up here too?"

Bayan murmured.

The drowned cat opened his mouth: "It's not an accident, I've always been here."

Bayan opened his eyes wide.

Did this cat understand even through the crystal? He was speaking Degulin’s native dialect.

Is it because of the refreshing mint in the work clothes? This is standard equipment for miners, allowing miners from different worlds to communicate with each other.

no no.

The point is, this talking cat survives in the soil!

Bayan's mind was a little confused.

"You're dying."

The drowned cat looked at Bayan with its round orange eyes: "Then can you allow me to record your death?"

"..."

Bayan thought for a while.

The sight of death may not be pretty, but since this cat is collecting, it's not a big deal.

"Can."

"Yes, authorization has been obtained and recording has officially begun."

The drowned cat blinked: "My eyes will record the entire process of your death. If you don't want to record certain parts, you can ask me to cut them out or close them temporarily."

"No need... just record everything."

Bayan was more curious: "Are you a cat? Why are you in the sea of ​​​​soil?"

"I am the "Epitaph" created by the Eldar."

The cat stuck out its tongue and licked its nose, revealing a black spot, which was quickly covered again by soil.

"I record the deaths of the Eldar, I am a tomb that holds the dead."

The epitaph's voice was light and soft, and it sat on the crystal crack on Bayan's face in a light posture.

"Because I sensed traces of the Spirit Race, I came all the way to record your death and erect your tombstone."

Bayan didn't understand: "The Spirit Clan? But I'm not a Spirit Clan. I'm a Degurin, not a Spirit Clan."

"That's not right."

The cat blinked: "The overlap between your spiritual base and that of the giant race has reached 97%. You are a giant descendant of the spiritual race and meet the target requirements."

Bayan doesn't understand, but he wants to.

It seems that there is no point in debating whether one is a giant or not.

It's better to use the limited time now to try to save yourself.

"Can you help me? If I can contact the mine, I will be saved." Bayan said.

"Sorry, Epitaph can only record and read death records, and the rest is beyond my capabilities."

Nekomata said: "However, my scope of responsibilities also includes providing comfort before death. I can chat with you to complete the final comfort ceremony."

Since it was of no use, Bayan decided to ignore it for now.

He waved his arms and legs vigorously. This process was very difficult. He felt as if his whole body was being hugged tightly, but fortunately he could still move and Xirang did not fix himself.

If you can move, there is hope.

Ice swimming experience also played a role at this time.

Bayan struggled desperately with the pushing and pushing of the sea of ​​​​residue, trying to make himself rise upwards and float to the surface of the sea of ​​​​residue, so that he could have a chance of survival.

"Why continue to struggle?"

Epitaph looked at him: "According to existing statistics, the mortality rate of a single outside life form entering here is 100%, and there is no precedent for a single spirit race to escape. It is recommended to save physical strength to avoid being quickly locked by the foreign matter here.

Live longer."

Bayan realized that the Xirangs had noticed him. The pressure on his body was increasing, and his hands and feet were getting heavier.

"Will Xirang lock my actions?"

Cat said: "I don't know, Epitaph has no data or response strategies on these foreign substances."

"Then how do you live in the sea of ​​living soil?"

"Because I am an epitaph and a half-living body, I can turn off vital signs. I can also digest the remaining corpses and provide the existence to sustain myself."

Only then did Bayan realize: "It turns out you need my body."

"That's part of the mechanism. If resources are sufficient, the epitaph will preserve the body of the deceased. When resources are scarce, the epitaph will digest the body of the deceased to ensure the continuation of the death information. Everything is for continuation."

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"Please rest assured that the epitaph spirit will not harm the spirit race, let alone kill the spirit race. This is the highest order that we are forbidden from birth. We will only digest the corpse and use it as an epitaph in extreme environments like here.

The spirit retains the dead in its own unique way.”

Bayan suddenly realized: "You mean...except for the spirit tribe, do you know how to hunt the other castaways here?"

The epitaph didn't answer. It seemed as if it hadn't heard, keeping its previous expression and wagging its tail.

"You hunt those in distress, right?"

"..."

The epitaph's refusal to answer made Bayan's hair stand on end.

"Besides documenting the dead and digesting corpses, what else can you do?"

Bayan carefully tested, silently enduring the pain of his body being manipulated by the soil. He could clearly feel that the outer layer of the work clothes was being broken open by external forces, and the cracks on the crystal were also increasing, spreading like a spider web.

.

The last line of defense on the face may collapse at any time, allowing the outside world to enter.

"You're dying."

The cat blinked: "In the last time, please take a good rest and take a deep breath - although many lives in this virtual universe do not seem to need to breathe. Then, please close your eyes and recall your happiest and most missed times.

, which helps relieve the tension before death."

Bayan said: "You were made by the Spirit Race, and I am also a Spirit Race, right?"

"right."

"Then you should listen to my orders, right?"

"Yes."
To be continued...