Black thorns and pale bones were intertwined, and there was a faint smell on the ground.
A large group of people were in this environment, cleaning the bones entangled in thorns.
Regardless of whether they had any complaints in their hearts, at least they were in a daze at this moment.
They didn't know why they came here to clean the bones.
In short, the matter is a foregone conclusion. Looking at the filth like mud on his hands, the mysophobic person can almost faint.
Looking at the almost invisible, continuous withered bones, everyone felt that this task was too torturous.
At this time, I looked to the side again, under a tree near the edge of the forest.
Green trees and vines, swaying mantles, and green branches and leaves dotted Lin Ming's hair, making his temperament look cleaner and gentler.
Not only that, there was a table moved from somewhere where he was sitting.
On the table were the fruits they had picked from the forest before. They were filled with red, green, yellow, purple, and red fruits, which made the whole table look like a picnic.
Looking over there and then at themselves, many people feel a sense of resentment and resentment in their hearts.
Mr. Lin is indeed very powerful. He handles things vigorously and resolutely, which makes people admire him.
But Mr. Lin is indeed easy to make people hate him.
Not to mention anything else, but the current behavior of having afternoon tea while admiring the scenery while letting others dig through the bones in the mud to clean is enough to make many weak-minded people resentful.
Fortunately, most of those who were able to stay had already gone through a round of baptism. They felt that Mr. Lin had already done what he had done before, so it was okay for them to do these small things.
"After digging out the bones from the thorns, clean them reverently and then find a clean place to bury them."
While everyone was still enduring the impact of the rancid, mud-like taste of something unknown, Lin Ming spoke again.
This opening was still a series of instructions and conditions, which became more and more demanding.
Everyone stopped digging and stared at Lin Ming leisurely and resentfully.
"Um?"
Lin Ming ate a mouthful of sweet fruit. From the corner of his eye, he saw everyone stop and asked, pretending to be confused.
"Why did you stop?"
"You guys are so slow. When can you get here and clean up?"
Wang Yan was also one of the people digging the soil. Seeing Lin Ming acting like he was here to communicate, she finally couldn't help but speak.
"If you think we are digging too slowly, why don't you come down and try it yourself instead of sitting there eating and picking at the thorns!"
The eldest lady is indeed the eldest lady.
Mr. Lin dared to scold me.
This is not a curse word, but among a group of people who only work hard and diligently, Wang Yan's first resistance made people look at him with admiration.
Many people stopped what they were doing and looked up at Wang Yan and Lin Ming, as if they wanted to know who would win or lose in their confrontation.
"If I were to dig, I would be much faster than you."
"It's just that I don't want to go down there. It's a bit dirty and I can't get used to the smell."
Lin Ming smiled slightly, and what he said almost made people angry to death.
Wang Yan simply stood up from the ground and looked at Lin Ming speechlessly.
"You also know that this thing is a bit dirty and you can't get used to it. Are we just going to get used to it?"
"You don't have to dig."
Lin Ming blinked his eyes.
"It's just a pity that these people are trapped here by something of unknown origin, and they will never be able to escape for the rest of their lives."
"Come to think of it, many years have passed since the dead bones in this secret realm. Even if I heard that my legend is true, I shouldn't be able to stay for a while like you, right?"
Wang Yan's questioning behavior suddenly stopped. She suddenly realized that this secret realm was the Wang family's secret realm. Most of the bones in this secret realm might have a close relationship with the Wang family.
Thinking about it this way, she seemed to be able to fully understand Lin Ming's actions.
It's not that Lin Ming doesn't dig, but that it seems better for future generations to dig.
After Wang Yan thought about it, she stood up and bowed deeply to Lin Ming.
"Thank you, Mr. Lin, for your advice. We will definitely clean up the remains of our ancestors here."
Others who listened to the conversation between the two were also stunned.
yes.
This is the secret realm of the Wang family, and the opening of the secret realm is uncertain.
Most of the people who can enter this secret realm have a close relationship with the Wang family, which means that a large part of the bones here are their ancestors.
The road to seeking the truth is long, and these predecessors who have turned into withered bones, many years ago, maybe you came here with different pursuits like them now, but you never got out.
It was fate that they could meet today. Since they were able to help free the remains of these ancestors, it was their duty to help.
With this thought, everyone no longer resisted, and when doing this, their actions became much more pious.
Lin Ming looked at each of them with joy.
It's easy to talk to smart people.
Moreover, he felt that the flow of spiritual energy under the withered bones was a little strange, and there might be some small surprises that could be given to these people.
He himself has received the gift of the forest in this secret realm, and the forest can be regarded as half of his home field in the future. This is already a great opportunity, and there is no need to compete with these people for other opportunities.
In the sea of putrid flowers, a boy of about eighteen or nineteen years old was piously digging out a piece of bones from the house that smelled particularly strange.
This section of the white bone was extremely entangled with thorns, and the bones were vaguely damaged and could no longer be seen as they were.
Wang Xingxing was not impatient at all. He stretched out his slender fingers and carefully lifted the broken bones out of the thorns and dark soil bit by bit.
While doing these things, he kept his brows furrowed and his eyes fixed on his movements, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
Whenever he thought of his ancestors who had fallen here and their bones tortured by these thorns, an unknown fire could not help but rise in his heart.
307…308…309…
He gently and carefully set aside the broken bones.
But it had been too long, and the withered bones were too fragile. Just by placing them on the ground, part of the withered bones began to turn into powder.
Wang Xingxing had no choice but to turn to Lin Ming for help, who walked up to him at some point.
When he saw Lin Ming, his eyes lit up, like a big dog seeing its owner.
"Mr. Lin, you are here, what should you do with these in my hand?
They are too fragile to be cleansed."
The young child lowered his head and looked inexplicably depressed.
Lin Ming knelt down beside him and touched the bones lightly. At this moment, he didn't look as arrogant as he had just said he disliked the unclean land.
"It is indeed too fragile to be preserved."
"I suddenly thought of a sideways method. It depends on whether you are willing to use it."