Harvey ignored the secret complaints from his companions and said seriously: "This place is undoubtedly the work of a necromancer, at least the sanctuary... No, it may even be a necromancer in the legendary realm! He
The arrangement of this beautiful Houttuynia cordata farm is indeed unique, but its intentions are vicious and its methods are ruthless, completely betraying Haagen-Dazs's necromantic doctrine... I despise him."
As expected, only peers have naked hatred, and the two-winged necromancer's tone was full of contempt.
"Although necromancers will use corpses and souls as casting materials, the corpses are usually taken from dead people, and the souls are also captured from evil souls struggling out of hell. Necromancers like the Blood Saints are basically
For easy chair players, even the corpses have to be sent to the hospital."
"Even if you are a reckless man who likes fresh and hot food, he just kills people and then uses local materials to make the corpse himself."
Ash and the others immediately breathed a sigh of relief. "Even if it is", "It's just", "That's all". These understatement words are enough to prove that Harvey is still the perverted necromancer inside.
"But it's different here."
Harvey said: "If we necromancers are chefs and we cook all cooked food, then this is a heretical restaurant that produces sashimi raw food. These mermaid Houttuynia cordata are full of the fishy smell of living people."
Everyone was startled and looked at An Nan.
An Nan touched her earrings and said noncommittally, "Let's talk while walking."
The funeral people walked in the large square, carefully avoiding the mermaid Houttuynia cordata in various postures. If they were cautious before because of fear, then their movements now also have a protective nature, as if they are afraid of breaking these fragile things.
Taste.
"You still remember the family reincarnation dream, the purpose is to suppress the threshold increase caused by the tribe's daily intake of beauty mist, right?" An Nan said: "You have also experienced the dream, do you think the threshold has been suppressed?"
"Yes." Igulla affirmed: "I used the Gospel to pay attention to the hormonal changes in my body. Every time I leave the dreamland, the secretion of various hormones becomes normal."
"So, it can be suppressed for a day, a week, a month, or a year." An Nan said, "Do you think dreams can be suppressed for a hundred years?"
People from other places blinked, understanding An Nan's subtext.
"No matter how effective the family reincarnation dream is, the threshold will still increase little by little, and the physiological lesions of the organs will accumulate over time and cannot be reversed. The progress bar will eventually be full." An Nan explained: "Because the physical conditions are different,
The progress bar of each race is fast or slow. For example, the progress bar of humans is about sixty-five years old."
Ash swallowed: "When the progress bar is full... what will happen?"
"They no longer need to work, but come here to spend the rest of their lives... They retire forever."
"So, you Vanmula people have a pretty good old age." Igula sneered, "After all, there is no old age."
An Nan said calmly: "You just saw those Brahma-Mula people that were 'broken' due to the reduced concentration of white mist. When the Brahma-Ra people threshold progress bar is full, their physical condition is equivalent to 'all parts'
Broken', even if the white mist is condensed into liquid and injected into their blood vessels, it will not be able to 'fix' them."
"Beauty Mist is not a miracle. The joy it brings comes at a price. For the organization, the joy brought by Beauty Mist reduces people's desires and therefore reduces the success rate of magicians. After all, almost all magicians are
The most greedy creature. If there is no desire in the heart, who would work hard to practice and study?"
"In Full Gospel, Brahma Mula has the lowest ratio of magicians. There are even only three magicians in Sanctuary, Qinna, which is less than half of Azula."
"For individuals, the beauty mist destroys most of their subjective initiative. Most people are willing to become the pawns of the patriarch, living in reality like cattle and horses, and living in dreams like babies."
"After being happy for most of their lives, they are like those parts that are overloaded every day. The body will be overwhelmed and scrapped early."
"In the beginning, when these tribesmen were broken, they were broken. They could just bury them and use them as fertilizer. But there was a talented necromancer. I don't know whether it was because he thought it was too wasteful to bury them like this, or because he really
He cared about these corrupted tribesmen, and finally worked out a miracle that allowed the Vanmula people to 'retire with dignity'."
"The white mist emitted by Houttuynia cordata no longer meets your threshold? Then let's convert you directly to Houttuynia cordata without any middlemen making the difference."
"You are too old to work? Then just don't work at all. Let you be immersed in your own dreams forever, and the excess happiness will turn into mist and spread out."
"Forever retired, forever happy, forever detached from reality."
Ash murmured: "It sounds really good..."
Liz patted Ash on the back of the head.
"Of course it's very good. After all, this is a 'miracle'." An Nan emphasized his tone, and it was hard to tell whether it was a sneer or a sigh: "The Gospels can accurately estimate who is about to have their progress bar full. Before the last day comes, these old people
The weak clan members will take the initiative to come to the farm after being reminded by the gospel. When their progress bar is full and their body is completely broken, the coat of arms will induce a miraculous ritual in the farm and turn them into mermaid Houttuynia cordata.
."
"By the way, the appearance of their beauty Houttuynia cordata has nothing to do with the real person, but the image they most desire to be in their hearts, so most of them here are young and handsome men and beauties."
Ash looked around: "No, there are overwhelmingly many beauties here. If the ratio of men to women is about the same..."
"It is a normal desire to want to become the opposite sex." Igula said: "Gender change surgery in the blood moon has always been very popular."
Ash glanced at Igura in shock: "Igura, why do you know this? Were you a veritable innocent Veela before?"
Igula rolled his eyes at him: "There are many people who have changed their gender but have not changed their mentality. "Correcting self-gender perception" is a popular project in the psychological counselor industry. Are you interested, Ash? I can give you a call.
20% off.”
"I'm interested. I never realized that I am a handsome, kind, kind, humorous, super handsome guy with a strong sunshine. Please correct me."
"Yash, please stop talking. That annoying little girl behind you is about to vomit."
"So can you get out of here quickly?"
Harvey was like a cockroach falling into a perfume bottle, feeling very uncomfortable: "Alice told me he felt very uncomfortable."
"Coming."
An Nan took them into a passage outside the square. Unlike the square, this passage had no trace of artificial repair at all, and it was like a natural cave.
The moment they stepped in, both Liz and Ash trembled. After walking for a while, Ash couldn't help but said: "What kind of place is this? I feel itchy all over my body."
An Nan glanced at Yaxiu in surprise: "Are you actually proficient in the time faction?"
Igula's eyes flickered, and he immediately summoned the Gospel book to check the time, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
I saw the time stopwatch in the Gospel spinning rapidly. Igula felt that after one second passed, the time in the Gospel had passed by a full thirty seconds!
"I forgot to tell you that the Mermaid Houttuynia Farm is built in the abyss, and this is the passage between the abyss. Time and space will be compressed." An Nan said: "When we pass through this passage, we will leave.
