"Is this good for us? Brother Du, we all come from the same place, don't we need to be so..."
Looking at the retreating figures of Lu Min and Zhu Ren, Yan Ji whispered.
Xiandu's face lost the previous harshness and provocation, but he carefully looked at the external walls and roads of Shacheng.
He said softly: "Aji, we represent the ghost world."
"Do you get me?"
Ming Ji seemed to have thought of something, his eyelids drooped and he nodded.
Seeing that the young clan brother understood, Fang Du felt a little relieved.
Before coming, Funeral Du warned Funeral Ji that the two of them must show completely different looks.
Funeral Poison will appear as an arrogant brother who speaks out loud, while Funeral Ji will play the role of a kind and humble younger brother.
Dangerous and offensive things are done by funeral poison.
He knew that he had to play a villain role in order to obtain more information about Shacheng, and he was prepared to die for his country - something that only an experienced funeral agent could accomplish.
And Ming Ji will assume the role of a kind, gentle and innocent person. Even if something unexpected happens to Ming Po, he will be able to pass the information gained from his brother's sacrifice back to the Kingdom of God.
It's not that Ghost God has any extra thoughts about this whirlpool world.
Instead, we must use this opportunity to try to obtain more knowledge and skills of the Yao people, so as to push the ghost world into a channel of rapid development.
Yu Gu, the emissary of Shacheng, stayed in the Bamboo Reed Kingdom and had a huge impact on the Lu people and the Bamboo people. This time, the ghost world must take the initiative to fight for it, and the gap can no longer be widened by the Bamboo Reed Kingdom.
Before leaving, Apostle Bulow said to the funeral: "There are only 146 people left in the funeral clan, and each one of them is precious. You are the supporters of the Kingdom of God and the hope for the future. You shoulder an arduous mission."
"On this trip, you should try your best to remember and learn the various achievements of the Yao people, especially those related to the ghost world, such as ghosts, military, architecture, engineering..."
"You are the first funeral clan to step out of the ghost world and see the outside world. This is an honor and a responsibility."
"The most important thing is that you need to be responsible for all your actions in Shacheng."
"Do you understand what I mean?"
Funeral Poison nodded.
Bullo handed him a skull wine glass, which was filled with purple-black fruit wine.
The apostle said softly: "I remember when I was very young, the old man told me that the birth of the funeral clan means that one general will succeed and thousands of bones will be withered. Only one among hundreds or thousands of brainless ghouls can appear who knows what they want.
The funeral people."
"But I don't think so."
Blow himself was also holding a bone wine set: "It is up to you to decide whether you want to live or die, whether you want to live in obscurity, or whether you want to be passed down for generations."
"You have been following me for many years. I can rest assured that you will do things well."
"You decide what to do and what to do."
The apostle smiled and clinked the glasses with the funeral director.
"Wish you a safe journey, Ambassador."
Funeral Poison raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.
Funeral poison never told funeral Ji about these things.
The less you know, the fewer worries you have and the safer you are.
Sometimes it is necessary to show a sharp attitude, so many people will think that a reckless and arrogant person may not have a very good mind.
…
Funeral Poison raised his head and looked at the tall tower in front of him.
It is built from square stone bricks. There are no carved patterns or windows on the tower body. It stands upright, with a green firelight emitting from the top.
Funeral Poison can feel that there are many ghostly auras inside.
"This is the Ghost Tower."
Slemod, in green, held a silver cane with both hands and said politely: "You two should be very familiar with ghosts, so you can go in and watch by yourself. If I am around, you two will feel uncomfortable."
"There are spiral stairs inside the tower that lead to the bonfire at the top of the tower. The ghost lighthouses communicate with each other through the bonfire. However, there is only one lighthouse in this world, and it is not used for the time being."
"In addition, there are not many ghosts in this lighthouse, but many of the objects inside are the private rooms of ghosts. Please do not touch objects with flame marks on them without permission."
"Then, I'll excuse you now."
Facing the apostle, Xiandu maintained courtesy and respect: "Thank you for your guidance."
Two undertakers stepped into the tower.
Different from the messy and shabby environment in the Black Tombstone, everything in the Ghost Tower is orderly. A wide wooden bookshelf is fixed on the wall. There are many parchment volumes tied with hemp rope and several thick-covered books on the shelf.
The funeral director looked around to make sure there was no flame mark, then took out a sheepskin roll and untied the tying.
The writing on the parchment scroll is elegant and neat, and the ink marks are clear without any fading. Some of them look like some kind of special grease or a kind of vegetable dye.
The ghost world has its own writing, but it usually uses stone slabs as a carrier to record various events and patterns. The recording stone slabs are thick and heavy, and they are all stored in a huge cellar. It is very laborious to rummage and organize them.
.
It is also because of the cumbersomeness and trouble that most people, even funeral rites, do not like to consult slates.
“This recording tool really works.”
Funeral Ji looked at the words on the parchment and said enviously: "It would be great if we could do it too."
Funeral Poison Brain thought about the feasibility of this.
Sheep skin, there are sheep in the ghost world, you can get the skin.
But this kind of dye on the sheepskin roll is still needed, and this craft is definitely not something that can be mastered in a sentence or two.
Xiandu speculates that this black dye is either powder ground from some kind of stone, or juice extracted from some black plants. But there should be a trick to how to make the color uniform and not disperse.
If you inquire about the formula, not to mention whether you can get a truthful answer, it will definitely attract the attention of Shacheng Fang... If you anger the apostle mayor here, it will be worth the loss.
The goal of funeral poisoning is clear.
Don’t consider complicated things, and try to find simple and imitable Yao tools and results as much as possible.
"It's a pity that I can't understand the Yao people's writing."
During the funeral, I looked through a parchment scroll with some helplessness.
"We don't understand, but the ghosts here certainly do."
Funeral Poison looked around and found a broom against the wall with a fire symbol printed on the handle.
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He chanted in his heart.
——The ghost here calls for your response in the name of the dead...
The broom shook, and a transparent ghost came out of it.
This ghost is a child, he looks to be only eleven or twelve years old, and the aura he emits is not very strong.
Xing Du felt happy in his heart.
A young ghost is the best target for gathering information.
The funeral poison asked it: "The ghosts here, we are the funeral clan who are here to visit. We have the permission and invitation of the mayor, Mr. Slymod. Please answer our confusion."
The little ghost yawned. When he heard the mayor's name, he immediately became energetic: "Outside funeral guests? Hey, I've heard of it. You've found the right person. I, Bocha, am the best at news. I used to be a guest in Crystal City."
It’s quite famous.”
Funeral Poison took advantage of the situation and asked: "Crystal City? What place is that?"
"That's the city of the Yao people, don't you know?"
Bocha said proudly: "Crystal City is one of the new twin cities. Although it is not as famous as the traditional twin cities, it is still famous. Everyone calls it the shining city, but in fact it should be called the ghost city. After all, it is the city of ghosts.
Most of the ghostly remnants of the Imperial era still live there.”
"In the old empire era? The Yao people established an empire?" Funeral Poison pretended to be envious: "It's really amazing."
"no no."
The little ghost waved his hand: "The Yao people don't have an empire. That was the history of the Boshen Realm during the Old God Period, which was many years ago."
"God Bo? Is he a god of Yao?"
"How could it be possible? God Bo was wiped out by Lord Yao... Lord Yao never even appeared, so God Bo was so frightened that he blew himself up. It was a very tragic battle between gods, but in fact the two sides fighting were Gods Bo.
And King Wuji..."
After listening to the ghost's description of the old history of the empire, Funeral Poison felt his head was a little buzzing.
He could tell that Bocha was not deliberately bragging or exaggerating.
The other party explained it very clearly, including the strength of the gods on both sides of the war and various details of the Kingdom of God's war. These are the most difficult to fabricate, and it is easy to see the flaws.
The war started with Boshen's overwhelming advantage.
But as soon as Yao God's will came, he directly reversed the situation, forcing Bo God, the so-called god, to fall on his own on the spot, and he did not even dare to take any countermeasures.
This is beyond the understanding and cognition of funeral poison.
According to Bocha's description, the Fifth Fearless Empire has a population of more than 300,000, 70,000 regular troops who have been trained for a long time, and there are extraordinary creatures to assist in the battle, as well as four apostles. The empire's combat power is extremely terrifying.
God Bo, the ruler of his divine kingdom, even made altars of the captured gods many times to demonstrate his strength and obtain the fire of faith.
The funeral poison is very clear.
In the past, the strength of the Boshen Realm would be overwhelming whether it faced the Ghost Realm or the Bamboo Reed Kingdom.
However, all these are in vain in front of Yao God and will be shattered at the touch of a touch.
Funeral Poison couldn't help but think of what Apostle Blow said.
"Don't think about confrontation. The power of the Yao clan is far beyond your imagination. The god Yao is above all the gods. It is not a realm that you and I can understand..."
"The Yao people are not our enemies."
"The so-called enemy refers to when the opponent is evenly matched. If there is an existence that is completely unable to fight, it is just an arrogant joke to say that the other party is an enemy."
"Our imaginary enemy has always been the Bamboo Reed Kingdom."
"Your mission is to achieve more results than Zhulu Country, so that the ghost world can stand out in the near future, take advantage of Zhulu Country, and gain more dominance in the future."
The apostles and even Lord Ghost God behind him had already seen everything clearly.
Funeral Poison calmed down and raised the parchment in his hand: "Can you help us translate the words on this?"
"It's easy."
Bo Cha glanced at it: "The volume in your hand is "The Evil One of the Abyss", which is a great epic of the Yao people."
"Then I'll trouble you."
"It's a small matter, don't be polite. After all, I am also a ghost scholar. It is my duty to spread knowledge."
Bocha began to interpret the epic: "It starts like this: He is a sinner who has accumulated sins, and he is also a bloodthirsty god-slayer..."
"...In this way, Hai Zhe, the evildoer of the Yao tribe, completed the feat of killing gods, causing the Lord of the Star Sea to fall and become a legend of the past forever."
Xiandu was silent for a while, and then asked cautiously: "What is the status of this Hai Zhe among the Yao people?"
"You've got to ask the right person about this."
Bocha whispered: "Actually, he used to be a very vicious criminal who killed many ghosts. Later, he was arrested by the commander of Yancheng, Mr. Botu, and was executed and locked in a dark cell under the ghost lighthouse."
"Later, the gods took pity on him and gave him the opportunity to redeem himself and perform meritorious service. Then Hai Zhe had the opportunity to create an epic. Everyone's attitude towards him was very complicated."
"He completed the feat of killing gods, but he committed many crimes. Some people worshiped him, and some people despised him. In terms of strength, he was just average in the past. Once he tried to escape from prison, but was killed by an armored man.
A soldier's beating... should be at the same level as an ordinary armored soldier."
The funeral director couldn't help but say: "How many armor-bearing soldiers are there in the Yao people?"
"I haven't counted." Bocha frowned and thought for a moment: "There are probably several thousand. Anyway, there must be one or two hundred in every city."
The two funeral clan members were speechless for a moment.
After a while, Funeral Poison regained his composure and picked up another thick-covered book: "Can you please introduce this book to us?"
"This is a good book."
Bocha introduced with excitement: "This is the "Introductory Vocabulary of Dragon Clan Language". It is a book analyzed and translated by Prophet Longji from the language of the Dragon Clan. It has very high academic value."
"If you can learn these words and use them skillfully, you might be able to use dragon language spells."
Dragon language spell?
Ming Du and Ming Ji looked at each other.
There are more or less rumors about the dragon clan in many divine kingdoms.
For this race that is comparable to gods, it is synonymous with power.
Xiandu took a deep breath, forced out a smile, and pointed to another parchment next to him: "Then what's on this one?"
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there is a question."
"what is the problem?"
Bocha sighed: "The author, Mr. Pava, stopped writing halfway through. It is said that he died, and some said that he committed suicide because he didn't want to write the manuscript. I don't know where he went, but don't let me catch him.
, I want to see the ending of the Dragon's Nest chapter, damn it."
"..."
The sun sets in the west.
Funeral Poison and Funeral Ji dragged their heavy steps out of the Ghost Tower.
What they saw and heard inside was shocking. The history and records in the books and parchments made them more and more desperate.
The Yao people have gone too far and are already in a place they cannot understand...
Xingdu looked into the distance. Beside the city wall made of sand roses, Lu Min and Bamboo Man were there. Bamboo Tiger, who was full of vigor before, was sitting in the corner, looking bleak and depressed.
Lu Shan seemed to realize something. He turned around and found two people from the funeral clan. He nodded slightly.
Xiandu thought for a moment and looked at the clan brother next to him: "We have to change our strategy temporarily. We have to cooperate with Zhulu Country to have a chance to get some results in these three days."
The confrontation between the two divine kingdoms is still going on.
Only a small glimpse of the Yao people's cities gave people a feeling of suffocation. In such a stressful environment, they could not spare the energy to engage in confrontation.
Funeral poison went to Lushan, directly expressing his willingness to exchange what he had and what he didn't have.
Lushan readily agreed.
"Then, I wish you a happy cooperation in these three days." Xiandu said solemnly.
Lushan also responded with a serious face: "I hope we can all get what we want."
The two sides shook hands.
Just like when the two major divine kingdoms faced natural disasters.
At this moment, joint collaboration is more in the interest of both parties.