Chapter 901: Do you know about goblin silver coins?
Goblin Silver Ingot ran wildly, subconsciously giving way to the neat seedling fields in front of him. Although he was also puzzled as to why there were some seedling fields in the wilderness, and although he also knew that taking a detour would slow down his speed, but for a long time
His family motto still told him to try his best to avoid these seedling fields, and would rather take risks than dare to step on them.
Don't trample seedlings, don't burn fields, don't waste food, otherwise you will die - the secret instructions of the Silver Chamber of Commerce.
Yin Ding sneered at this statement. He usually saw some farmers trampling seedlings from time to time. During wars, there were endless incidents of burning fields and houses, and he didn't see any of them die suddenly.
If we say we die of old age in a few decades, what does that have to do with burning seedlings and burning fields?
Although he didn't believe it, the long-term education he had received had subtly changed some things. In his desperation, he didn't even have time to think, so he instinctively bypassed it.
The horse continued to run wildly, but after taking a detour, the distance between the sand bandit and the sand bandit was even closer. You could clearly hear the sand bandit's arrogant words: step over...
This made Yin Ding a little annoyed. These sand thieves were really coming for him. If he had known it, he would not have taken the detour just now and stepped directly over. The god of profiteers bless him...
Just when he thought of this, a series of screams suddenly sounded behind him. Yin Ding looked back and saw a skeleton jumping out of the sand, wielding a bone club, one after another.
All the running sand bandits seemed to have their horses stuck in the sand, throwing the sand bandits off their bodies. Before they even hit the ground, they were struck one by one with a stick, making no sound.
Yin Ding was stunned and seemed unable to understand the scene he saw in front of him. He even forgot to drive the horse, and the horse under him slowly stopped.
His two guards were also stunned by the scene behind him. After a long while, one of the guards murmured: "Is it the summoner in the evening?"
Another guard said: "Such a strong skeleton, why did the sand pirate suddenly fall away? Is there a magician casting a spell? Is the summoner nearby?"
Only the clan motto came to mind in Yin Ding: "Skeletons, saplings, my God, is the clan motto true? Will you really die if you step on the saplings?"
Yin Ding dismounted and walked back. The two guards quickly followed. They soon arrived at the place where the battle took place. After seeing clearly the fighting situation, one of the guards whispered: "It's quicksand. Sure enough, there is a magician nearby."
Xiaogu's earth loosening spell was mistaken for the quicksand spell. The effects of the two magics are indeed similar, so it's not surprising that they were mistaken.
As soon as the galloping horses stepped onto the loose sand, they immediately sank in. At this moment, the small bones were pulling out their hooves that were sunk into the sand one by one.
Yin Ding walked around the seedlings, stopped far away, and shouted loudly: "Sir Summoner, thank you for your help. I am Yin Ding, the president of the Silver Chamber of Commerce. Thank you very much for your help. Can I come over?"
The person who used to call me ‘Your Excellency’ has now changed his name to ‘Your Excellency’, and the transition is very smooth.
Silver Chamber of Commerce? Xiaogu tilted his head, it was such a familiar name, so he nodded.
After Yin Ding came over, he sincerely thanked him again. Xiao Gu ignored him and just took care of himself, pulling the horses out and continuing to plant his own trees.
There is no doubt about Yin Ding's communication skills, but the problem is that he is facing Xiaogu, and no matter how strong his communication skills are, he cannot use them. Chatting with skeletons is almost like studying with a tauren.
Seeing that Xiaogu ignored them and did not drive them away, he stepped aside helplessly.
Yin Ding collected firewood and tried to make a fire. The two guards returned the same way and went to the previous camping spot to see how others were doing and get some useful things back.
After a long time, two guards dragged a carriage back and shook their heads at the silver ingot from a distance.
Yin Ding sighed in disappointment. This shake of his head meant that the rest of the caravan was in danger. The sand bandits were brutal. Yin Ding had been mentally prepared for it, but after it was confirmed, he still couldn't help but feel a little sad.
These people are his most loyal guards. Even on the desperate escape route, they have tried their best to protect him. Everyone has long been like a family.
"Is it buried?" Yin Ding asked.
The two guards nodded sadly, that's why they stayed there for so long.
Yin Ding nodded solemnly, opened the space jewelry, and took out two strange magical instruments. One was like a staff, but with many bones hanging on it, and the other was like a gong, with many bones hanging on the edge.
Yin Ding holds a gong in his right hand and a staff in his left hand. He shakes it gently, taps it lightly, and then chants: "You have stopped breathing, but you are not dead. The soul flame will replace your breath... All your relatives and friends have left you."
Even though you are gone, there are still people who sing about your deeds, calling for your soul and memory in the endless night and day..."
The sound of the silver ingot is very sad and desolate, like the chant of the soul or the cry of ancient times. The sound echoes in the wilderness, soothing the sad soul.
The two grieving guards calmed down and listened to the singing of the silver ingots in ecstasy.
Xiaogu couldn't help but stop and listen to this familiar song.
It heard Wang sing this song, but the lyrics were changed a lot. Some words were hummed with his soul, but Yin Ding sang with his voice, so it had no effect.
When it sang the first time, Xiao Gu had already memorized the beat. When Yin Ding sang the second time, it hummed along with its soul: You have stopped breathing...
Yin Ding couldn't hear the fluctuations of his soul, but he had sung the songs of the deceased all his life and was very aware of its changes. At this moment, he felt that the songs he sang were 'alive'.
How to describe this feeling? It was probably the difference between singing a cappella and suddenly having harmony. Then he watched helplessly as the sand bandits who had just been knocked to death by his small bones were sung one after another by him.
Alive, get up from the ground one by one.
Yin Ding looked at the corpses getting up in shock, and then at Xiao Gu with his mouth open, and seemed to understand something.
His two guards looked at the silver ingot in shock, then looked at the corpses, and seemed to understand something.
After singing the entire chapter of the Song of the Dead, Yin Ding immediately ordered the two guards: "Go, look at the place where everyone was buried just now, and see if there are any changes?" Aren't they all getting up like here?
The guard came back soon and reported: "President, the graves are all fine, but this kind of thing has grown on the graves." He handed over a handful of moss.
"This is the grave grass." The well-informed Yin Ding recognized what it was at a glance, which shocked him even more. He knew very well what level he was at. Let alone singing the corpse, the grave grass could sing.
His singing accuracy is pretty good, but these are certainly not his strengths.
The only difference from the previous memorial ceremony was that there was an additional skeleton. Thinking of this, Yin Ding ran over and respectfully asked Xiao Gu: "Sir Summoner, do you know about the Goblin Silver Coin?"