32. There will never be anyone who can logically defeat Musu
The girl's expression was still indifferent. Her inability to protect herself and the desolation around her made her unable to help but talk a little: "Have you not discovered it yet, fellow Taoist?"
"What did you find?"
"I can no longer sense the aura between heaven and earth."
"Ah...yeah, right, I can't feel it either." Mu Su was vague and perfunctory. As an outsider, he couldn't feel it at all. As a game, it's impossible for players to feel something they can't feel.
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"This is the terrifying thing about the evil spirits outside the territory. They are naturally opposed to the world. They want to corrode my spiritual world all the time. Anyone who is polluted by evil spirits will lose his spiritual energy and there is no possibility of recovery. This is why that station is used as the ancient battlefield.
Incredible supernatural powers are peeled off from the spiritual world."
"Many techniques of monks in the spiritual world require the support of spiritual power. Once the spiritual power in the body is used up and cannot be replenished, it is no different from ordinary mortals."
The girl revealed many hidden world views. Other players might be very interested, but Musu just wanted to know if he could die and how. He answered vaguely.
Then the two of them went deep into the sea of black mist, and the yellow mist surrounded them from all directions. There was no other sound except their footsteps, as if there were only two people left in the world.
Black spots floated in mid-air, dancing in front of her eyes like noise. The girl was very taboo about these mysterious black spots, and would rather spend her spiritual power to avoid them than to be attached to her.
Mu Su was fearless and walked in front with his chest raised and his head raised.
The farther they walked, the more messy the black scorched earth became. The deep pits that were only a few dozen feet at first were replaced by pits that were hundreds of feet long, like meteorite craters, or bottomless. The two of them had to go around it.
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The yellow fog gradually thickened, and the visibility gradually decreased. When the two of them were hundreds of miles away, they could no longer see clearly the scene more than ten feet away. When they looked up, the sky was dim and they could not distinguish between east, west, north and south. The pit became even deeper.
, it seems like it can suck away souls.
So deep into the sea of black mist, even the order of heaven and earth collapsed. The fine sand and gravel lost gravity and floated in the air.
Flat-chested, no, to be fair, Mu Su thinks the atmosphere of this scene is quite good. But there is no danger. Even if it is a vulgar development like a group of aliens descending from the sky, it will be fine.
Thinking like this, I saw a strange silhouette appearing in front of me.
"How could there be a grave..." the girl murmured.
As they approached, an isolated grave appeared in their eyes. It was said to be an isolated grave, but it was just a loess bag with a color that was incompatible with the scorched earth, with a piece of wood inserted diagonally.
There is a lonely grave in the sea of black mist, which is weird and weird no matter how you think about it.
Musu replied naturally: "Of course someone set it up."
The girl's dark eyebrows frowned slightly, and the uncertainty in her heart became more and more overwhelming: "Could it be that someone came here before and set up a tomb like this..."
"Ha, how is that possible?" came the sarcasm that ruined the atmosphere. Mu Su took a few steps closer, stared at the tomb bag and the crooked wooden sign for a long time, and mocked: "The writing is crooked, and the monument is crooked. If someone else
If he is set up, the master inside won’t jump out and beat him to death?”
The girl hummed softly: "Tell me, fellow Taoist, who built this tomb."
She looks a bit girly at this moment.
Mu Su pushed up the non-existent glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his dark eyes flashed with a sharp look. "The most unlikely is often the most likely. If all possibilities are eliminated, then... there is only one truth!"
"He buried himself!"
The girl's face showed a bit of surprise: "What...?"
Mu Su put his hands behind his back and walked slowly: "First dig the hole, then get into it, then bury it with soil and erect a monument. Is it difficult to understand?"
The girl's long Qiu Shui eyes followed Mu Su's figure unconsciously: "He went in, who buried the earthen monument?"
"He himself!" Mu Su spread his hands: "He buried himself in it, and then came out and erected the monument. Isn't that enough?"
Musu has always been good at bringing his opponents into his own level, and then defeating them with his rich life experience.
As expected, the girl was taken in by Mu Su, and she asked doubtfully: "You mean he erected the tomb, but the body was not in it?"
"Of course it's inside, otherwise he would be sick and dig a grave without going in."
"...?" She is indeed an old witch who has lived for a thousand years. After thinking for a moment, her eyes returned to clarity. She shook her head and said calmly: "That's not important. There must be a monster when things go wrong. Fellow Taoist, it's better to avoid it."
"I won't!" Mu Su stiffened his neck, rushed to the grave and stopped leaving.
The girl sighed, turned her white and tender palms lightly, and a white jade tablet appeared in her palm. When a sudden change occurred, she rushed forward, took out the technique, crushed the jade tablet and left.
[Gong Lingwei’s Tomb—Self-standing at the Burial Place]
The writing is crooked on the wooden strips.
Mu Susu's old face turned red. As soon as he saw this name, his heart beat uncontrollably.
"Do you know this person, Gong Ling——" Halfway through the sentence, Mu Su shivered before continuing: "Wei."
The girl standing a few feet away shook her head, saying that she had never heard of it. After thinking for a while, she revealed her guess: "Xu was a senior who survived the decisive battle. He died of serious injuries and set up a tomb here."
Mu Su originally wanted to jump on the tomb bag a few times to see if he could make the living dead inside jump out and kill him - because generally speaking, in this kind of scenario, the person inside must not have cooled down yet. Otherwise, there would be one left.
A wisp of the remaining soul, or pretending to be dead and holding one's breath or something.
But given the name - Musu maintained maximum restraint.
As soon as his mind changed, he stood in front of the solitary grave, his eyes far away, as if penetrating through eternity. He muttered and said: "Thousands of miles away from the solitary grave, there is no place to express desolation."
"This word...does it have a meaning?"
The man in the grave did not move, but a surprising crisp sound came from behind him.
"I haven't thought about it yet." Mu Su's slim figure stood in front of the grave, with his hands behind his back.
The people were even more surprised: "Did you make this word?"
"I was so moved by the scene that I couldn't help but recite a poem." Mu Su raised his head slightly and closed his eyes. After a moment, he opened them again.
"Thousands of years of life and death are boundless. I don't think about it. I can't forget it. I am alone in a tomb thousands of miles away, and there is no place to talk about desolation. Even if I meet each other, I would not recognize it. My face is covered with dust, and my temples are like frost."
The words were plain, but there was a hint of lovesickness. The girl couldn't help but stepped forward to stand side by side with Mu Su, hoping to hear more clearly.
Then I listened to the voice that was as light as water continue to narrate: "At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up at the small xuan window. I looked at each other without saying anything, but only shed a thousand tears. It was expected that every year, my heart was broken, and on a bright moonlit night, the pines were short."
After copying the poem, Mu Su acted out the whole scene and whispered to himself: "Why do I always have tears in my eyes?"
The girl didn't say anything, as if she was pondering over the meaning of the words.
In the silence, suddenly there was a faint sigh, as if coming from Jiuyou.
The girl woke up with a start, raised her head and looked at Mu Su.
Then I heard the voice of the sighing master echoing over the lonely grave: "You two went deep into the burial ground just to find an opportunity. Why did you stay in my shabby lonely grave?"
The girl's expression changed slightly, and she was about to answer when she heard Mu Su's voice.
"It's nothing. I just want to ask how big the place is inside and whether it can be crowded any more. I also want to go in and stay."