The breeze is blowing in the forest. Looking from a high place, the treetops of every tree in the forest are blowing at the same time, like blue waves rolling.
At this moment, there are ten figures standing above the waves. Even if there are cultivators passing by here at this moment, they will not think that nine of these ten people are the real Mu Yumeng, and one has an unclear relationship with Mu Yumeng.
Although Mu Yu didn't want to kill at will, he had actually discovered that he had become so accustomed to the passing of life without realizing it, and something had quietly changed his view of life.
If some people do not deserve to live in this world, then it is indeed necessary for him to harvest their lives.
A black light and a white light flashed across Mu Yu's eyes, then disappeared. He said calmly: "I understand, I know what I should do."
The old tree leader stood with his hands behind his hands. Seeing Mu Yu's determination, he smiled again and said: "We are waiting for you. Mu Yumeng doesn't like war, but when a war breaks out, we can't stand idly by. I know you want to
If you want to resurrect a person named Dead Wood Evergreen, then you need to keep his soul intact and go to the Ghost Island, where the soul can be nourished. This is also the purpose of the Ghost Sect."
The ghost sect people are the beginning of Mu Yu’s killing.
"I found that the wounds on the wood spirit's body have been repaired a lot, and the power of absorbing the soul can also repair it. I just took you away from the ghost sect instead of dealing with them this time, because I think the ghost sect should die in your hands.
Become nourishment for the wood spirit instead of dying at my hands.
Take these three bodhi leaves. When you encounter the same situation again in the future, you can input spiritual power into the bodhi leaves. It will turn into the Five Elements Escape Technique to help you escape. You can also rely on it to find me.
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Old Tree Chang opened his palm, and three Bodhi leaves floated gently from his palm, falling in front of Mu Yu's eyes. Mu Yu took the Bodhi leaves, and he was surprised to find that these three Bodhi leaves were related to Old Tree Chang's aura.
It seems that there is an invisible thread that can find where the old tree grows.
"As far as I know, there are many ghost sect members coming to the Moyun Mountains this time. You have to be careful and don't have another accident like the one just now." The old tree leader nodded kindly towards Mu Yu, and then his figure gradually disappeared into the woods.
, the other eight Mu Yumeng also followed the old tree leader and left.
"The old tree looks pretty good," Dragon Vine said.
"Yeah, do you think Yumeng can eat it?" Xiaoshuai asked, wagging his tail.
"Why do you eat everything! Go ahead and eat shit!" Long Teng said angrily.
Mu Yu burst into laughter, Xiaoshuai was really a good boy who was not picky about food.
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There is a famous place in the Moyun Mountains, which is the Mass Burial Valley. The Mass Burial Valley is actually an underground fissure, several kilometers long, more than 200 meters wide, and bottomless.
Every midnight there are ghost cries and howls coming from the Mass Burial Valley, which is very scary.
There are many villages near the Mass Burial Valley. People in these villages have a custom that after death, they dress the dead in the most solemn clothes and then throw them into the Mass Burial Valley.
According to their legend, the Valley of Mass Burials is an underground fissure leading to reincarnation in the underworld. Only by throwing the dead into it can they be reincarnated.
People from some cities will also transport corpses all the way here and then throw them down. This is also a good place for many cultivators to destroy corpses and eliminate traces.
It was here that Gui Xuanyue killed forty-nine Jindan-stage cultivators and found Feng Haochen's hiding place by relying on the soul-seeking array.
The Mass Burial Valley is located on a high slope, which is shrouded in gray fog all year round, and even the sun cannot shine in. Under the high slope, there is a funeral procession composed of more than several hundred people, and at this moment, the sad trumpet and suona are playing in front of the funeral procession.
These more than a hundred people are all mortals. They are people from nearby villages. The person who died today was a ninety-year-old old man. It is quite good for a mortal to live to the age of ninety. Because the seniority is extremely high, according to the rules in the village
It is customary for the whole village to come to the funeral.
Several people wearing sackcloth and mourning carried a nanmu coffin, with loud cries and paper money flying all the way. The funeral procession slowly walked along the mountain road to the Mass Burial Valley. The uphill road was very long.
It was difficult to walk, especially when carrying a heavy coffin.
The faces of the coffin bearers were all red, and they needed to stop and rest for a while every time they walked. By the time they carried the coffin to the mass burial, everyone was already sweating profusely.
The coffin was parked on the edge of the Valley of Mass Burials, and there was a strong wind below. If the paper money fell, it would be blown up quickly. If anyone paid attention, they would find that not a single piece of paper money could fall into the Valley of Mass Burials.
A simple table was placed in front of the coffin, with an incense burner on it, three incense sticks, and some sacrifices, so that the deceased would not be hungry on the road to hell.
There is an iron bucket on the ground, and the paper money inside is burning vigorously.
Forty or fifty family members knelt in front of the coffin and cried loudly. Although many people did not cry at all, according to the village custom, the louder the children and grandchildren cried, the more filial they were, so every child and grandson cried desperately at the top of their lungs.
Crying, for fear of getting an unfilial reputation.
Chen Erzhuang was a dark-faced man who also dealt in dead people. Whether it was coffins or paper money tributes, they all came from his shop. The people in the village were uneducated, so he would help people write memorial speeches and write memorial speeches every time.
Come here with the funeral procession to bid farewell to the deceased.
Chen Erzhuang knows the customs of the dead better than anyone else. Because he has been dealing with the dead all year round, he always has that sad professional face.
He glanced at the 40 or 50 family members who were crying "desperately" and sighed slightly in his heart. It was estimated that only less than five of the 40 or 50 people were truly sad.
Perhaps because he had seen this kind of scene so often, he could tell at a glance which person was showing his true feelings and which one was deliberately wiping his tears with onions.
When people grow old, they will bring a lot of burdens to their families, especially if they have many children and grandchildren. Elderly care becomes a problem. If you have many sons, unless you meet someone who is really filial, you will not suffer the disadvantage and take the initiative to support them. Only after the death of the old man will his children and grandchildren be allowed to take care of him.
Feeling relieved, there is no need for them to spend extra energy and financial resources.
"Dear fellow villagers, we come here to say goodbye to Mr. Zhao with a heavy heart. Mr. Zhao has many children and grandchildren. He lived an upright and simple life. Now that he has passed away, it is a happy mourning. His children and grandchildren are all very filial..."
Chen Erzhuang knew the situation of this family. To be honest, although the deceased old man Zhao lived to the age of ninety, he did not have a good life in his later years. He lived too long and had three sons, two daughters, and ten grandchildren.
It should have been a joyful thing to have children, more than 20 great-grandchildren, and four generations living under the same roof. However, none of his three sons took the initiative to support him in his old age, and none of his descendants came to see him.
He had been living alone for more than ten years, and was not discovered until three days after his death. The funny thing is that it was not his relatives who discovered the death of Mr. Zhao, but a dog he raised. It barked at the door for three days before anyone noticed the strangeness.
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"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop; the son wants to be raised but cannot be cared for by his relatives. Mr. Zhao has cultivated so many outstanding and filial sons and grandsons in his life. The father is kind and the son is filial. Now that he has passed away like this, people can't help but lament the impermanence of the world and the injustice of destiny..."
Chen Erzhuang snorted with disdain in his heart. When he came to Zhao's house just now, Old Zhao's three sons were still fighting over who would inherit the house where Old Zhao lived! But what does this have to do with him?
What? He is just a businessman, so he just needs to choose good words to say.
"Now that the deceased is gone, the living express their condolences. Mr. Zhao's spirit in heaven will definitely protect the health and longevity of his descendants. Let us bid farewell to Mr. Zhao together. Mr. Zhao, have a good journey!"
Sometimes Chen Erzhuang also thinks that he has spent his whole life seeing off dead people, so who should read his memorial speech after he dies?
The descendants of Mr. Zhao burst into tears again. Everyone's throat was about to be broken, and some even made their voices hoarse from crying, but they still tried their best to cry loudly.
"The time has come, it's time for Mr. Zhao to hit the road."
Chen Erzhuang signaled, and the four men he brought with him immediately stepped forward, solemnly lifted the coffin, and then slowly pushed it into the bottomless valley of mass graves.
The heavy nanmu coffin quickly fell into the abyss. The dark wind blew, and it was quickly submerged in the gray mist.
Following Chen Erzhuang's instructions, all the descendants of Mr. Zhao rushed to the edge of the mass burial valley and cried desperately to beg him to stay.
"Dad, don't leave! My child hasn't fully fulfilled his filial duty yet!"
"Grandpa, don't leave us!"
"Grandpa, come back quickly!"
Everyone was crying hard and shouting good words to save Old Zhao. Although Old Zhao's death was not a big deal to them, they even wished that he would die early so as not to make the neighbors gossip all the time.
Chen Erzhuang still looked sad. He sighed softly. Although it is customary to call out the soul in this way, it shows that descendants are reluctant to leave their relatives, but many times this kind of thing seems like a joke.
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However, at this moment, Old Man Zhao's descendants suddenly screamed in horror, and everyone ran back screaming, as if they had seen something horrific in the mass grave.
Chen Erzhuang felt a little strange. He didn't let these people scream like this just now. He turned his head and looked down at the mass grave valley. It didn't matter. It almost frightened him so much that his legs went weak and he fell!
Mr. Zhao's nanmu coffin did not fall, but was rising slowly. A strange aura came from the coffin, and soon the cold aura enveloped everyone in an instant, and everyone was frightened to the point of being unable to move.
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The nanmu coffin gradually emerged from the bottom of the mass burial valley and appeared in front of hundreds of people. Then with a heavy muffled sound, the coffin lid slowly slid open, and Mr. Zhao suddenly stood up straight from the coffin!
"Ghost!"
All the mourners screamed in horror. They wanted to turn around and run away, but an invisible force suppressed them. They were horrified to find that their legs no longer obeyed their orders.
A sinister smile suddenly appeared on Mr. Zhao's face, which looked like dry wrinkled tree bark. His eyes slowly opened, and they turned out to be as black as ink, with no whites!
The most frightening thing is that Mr. Zhao actually opened his mouth that had lost all his teeth long ago and started talking!
"Aren't you crying to ask me to come back? Why are you so scared when I come back?" Mr. Zhao said with a sinister smile. His laughter was like a monster grinding its teeth, scaring his descendants to death!
"Dad, you, you'd better leave as soon as possible!"
"Yes, it's the eldest brother and the second brother who want to occupy your house. I just don't like it..."
"Nonsense! It's obviously the third child who shouts the loudest!"
The three sons suddenly began to blame each other. They thought that Mr. Zhao's refusal to leave was because of the house, so they quickly began to shirk responsibility.
"That's it! Why don't you three come with me and continue to serve me in the underworld?"
Mr. Zhao suddenly stretched out his hand, and the overwhelming ghost energy instantly enveloped his three sons. The three of them roared in pain, and then gradually lost their voices. Only three white souls floated up from their bodies, and were caught by Zhao.
The old man opened his mouth and swallowed it all!
Old Mrs. Zhao sucked the souls of his three sons, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, then looked at everyone and smiled sinisterly: "I have accepted the souls of all your Zhao family, Jie Jie."
The gloomy ghostly aura instantly submerged the entire Mass Burial Valley.