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Chapter 93 The Pleasant Tree

Chapter 93 The Pleasant Tree
Jiuli took the disc down from the tree, held it in his hand and looked at it several times.

Yes, it’s the one in the donkey’s hand, and there’s a spider pattern engraved on it.

This was good news. Now that all five disks were included, including Token's own, the success rate of the ritual could be maintained at the highest.

But at the same time, an ominous premonition loomed over the three people's hearts. Why didn't the donkey come to the mass?

Of course, mystics all have their own special personalities, and perhaps this donkey is the pope of a certain religious sect, but we still cannot rule out the possibility that the donkey has been murdered.

But if that was the case, why would the other party return the disc?

"I think he probably has something urgent to do. Although making this thing is not difficult, it is still a sacrifice after all. You can ask him after the mass is over, Jiuli."

Obviously, in Wilson's eyes, it was unlikely that the donkey was forced to hand over the disc, and for this kind of mass ceremony, as long as the process and the offerings were fine, it didn't matter if there was one more or one less person.

"Let me ask him? Didn't you invite him from Seven County?"

"Is it me? But I remember you told me that he visited the Wisdom God Church more than ten years ago, and you received him at that time."

"It seems that there is such a thing."

Jiuli lowered his head and recalled that he didn't seem to recognize the donkey when he first saw him. Later, Patrick reminded him. That was more than ten years ago. At that time, he asked Patrick for help with ancient characters. Patrick couldn't explain it, so he found the Church of Wisdom.

"Patrick, I remember you have known him for more than ten years, so you should ask him."

"Me? During the time he came to St. Dowding, he has been living in your antique shop, Old Wilson. Didn't we see him coming down from upstairs when we were auctioning the other day?"

The three men stood there and reminisced. They seemed to have a relationship with the donkey, but the fragments of their interactions were all vague, especially the donkey's face, which they could not remember at all.

"I went back to check my diary. I'm really old now. I don't remember many things from my youth very well."

Wilson had no intention of dwelling on this issue. Not only had the Ship family waited for 40 years for today's mass, but he had also waited for 40 years.

……

Meanwhile, somewhere in the Sabines Forest.

A dozen cedar trees over 30 meters high slowly opened their eyes. As the eyes appeared, other facial features also emerged from around the eyes.

It's just that these facial features seemed to be a little itchy because they had just grown. The tree's nose and mouth corners kept twitching, and it looked like they wanted to reach out and scratch themselves, but it was obvious that trees didn't have hands.

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"

I don’t know which tree opened its mouth first, but once it started, the other trees followed suit and started shouting with joy.

"Are you the only ones?"

The first tree to open its mouth interrupted the others to join in the conversation.

"So few, so few, there are only a few of us."

"The fewer the better. That way there will be fewer trees for me to compete with when I go hunting tomorrow."

"But you're just a tree."

"I'm just a tree, but I want to hunt. My wife just gave birth and needs some meat."

"Where's your wife? Where's your wife?"

"Where is my wife? She is missing. Can any of you tell me that I have a wife?"

"Who are you? I don't know you. I can tell you who I am first. My name is Roban."

"Roban, there seems to be such a person. What's your last name?"

"I don't know my last name."

Suddenly, the sound of leather shoes stepping on fallen leaves interrupted the chat of a few crazy trees.

The donkey walked into the crazy woodland with willow twigs dangling from his fingers.

"Why don't you chat anymore, Robin Ronald? Have you forgotten that the person you were talking to just now was your sister?"

"Revier, aren't you going hunting? Don't forget the hunting rifle hanging on the wall."

"And you, Mayor Barthel, you are the first tree to open its mouth again this year."

"Giggle."

No tree answered the donkey. In the silent night, only the sound of the tree's mouth trembling remained. They forgot many things, many people, and even forgot whether they were human or tree. But the only thing they could not forget was the feeling of terror brought by the donkey's head.

“Today there are fewer people, no, there are fewer trees.

This won’t do. Today is the time for a lively performance. We must cheer, shake your branches, kick the roots in the soil, and shout. "

As the donkey spoke, he swung the grass ring in his hand. It was as if it was aimed and firmly caught the crowns of several fir trees. Gradually, the trees opened their faces.

"Aren't you going to chat with the good neighbors who just woke up? Are you dumb?"

As the donkey spoke, he kicked the tree face in front of him, then he stretched out his hand, and the grass ring on the tree crown flew back to his hand. The tree face put on a crying expression and quickly shriveled and melted away, leaving only a wrinkled tree tumor where the face had originally been.

"Answer me! Who are you?"

"do not know."

"A villager from Fir Village."

This time, after the donkey finished asking the question, the tree faces all spoke intermittently, but some of the trees were lost in their memories, and it was obvious that they had forgotten their identities.

“How many people are there in your village?”

"do not know."

"472 people." This time only the village chief named Basel gave the answer.

"You are wrong. Now there is nothing left. They are all burned. Remember? You are all trees now."

A gust of wind blew through the fir forest, and the leaves trembled with a whimpering sound, like the cry of a dying person.

"Do you remember the Phantom?"

"do not remember."

This time no tree gave the correct answer, but the donkey was not angry. He shook the willow tree ring in his hand and found a stone to sit on listlessly.

"Hey, time is really a problem for you. Sometimes, you know... you can't blame me if you forget something. I didn't do anything wrong.

Just a reminder, a hint, the black book in the village, naughty Tommy. "

"Tom, I...remember, Cokeface!"

"Charcoalface! He stole the book."

"Charcoal face! Charcoal face!"

The donkey raised his hands and made an exaggerated gesture of a conductor to shut up, and the crazy trees quickly shut their mouths.

"I was very optimistic about that child. He was always bullied by you guys, so he was resentful and had a bit of inferiority complex.

But his brain works very well. Of course, you may say he is ugly, but what's the point of your ugliness or beauty?

I talk to him every day, whispering and sometimes adding fuel to the fire in his restless heart.

But he always... abided by some damn rules. I have to say, he was an orderly and quiet child.

Until one day, I told him, try to lift up a corner of the curtain. "

When the donkey spoke, he also accompanied it with rich and exaggerated body movements. At this moment, he seemed to be playing the role of the young Phantom, with trembling legs, carefully pulling open the curtain, and casting admiring eyes on his opera goddess.

"There won't be any challenges after that. The things you guys go crazy for are really weird sometimes. Reputation, fame, and the object of reproduction, I don't need to do anything about it, you know.

It happened naturally. I thought he would sacrifice you, or someone else, but he didn't. The guy sacrificed himself.

In the years that followed, I actually never spoke to him again. Although it was just a matter of thought, it was too boring. Someone would help me direct him. In all these years, he only distorted the memories of a dozen little things. It seems quite useless now, right?

But it will be interesting later, when the pent-up emotions blossom and bear fruit, the lead singer this time will definitely be... a little interesting, yes, this description is really very apt. "

The donkey waved his hand like a conductor again, and the fear and sadness of the crazy trees seemed to disappear without a trace at this moment. They spoke incoherently, pouring out their dissatisfaction with the Phantom and praising the donkey.

"He's dead? But I'm still alive. If it rains tomorrow I can still take a shower."

"The lumberjacks dare not come in, and the little bugs please leave."

"What about that beautiful girl he hooked up with? Go to hell with her, too."

"Who do you want to win! Who do you want to win!"

The donkey seemed to have picked out the most pleasing words from the crazy braying.

"Who wins? You must be kidding. It doesn't matter. The one who is left will take over the Phantom's position. Look! The grand show is about to begin!"

The donkey pointed into the distance, and the sky, which was originally illuminated red by the fire, suddenly turned into an unnatural blue-green color.

……

At the same time, in the stuffy lower cabin of an ocean ferry bound for the Netherlands.

A group of lower-class boatmen of different skin colors were having dinner.

"Does he really not need to eat? Then I'll take it away..."

"The unruly fellow's meal is to be given to the chief engineer."

"Isn't he tired of staying like this all the time? Does anyone of you know him?"

"I don't know. Anyway, he was on the ship at the beginning of the month. I heard that he stayed on the ship without paying. The captain said that Moses Sader was going to sell him to a freak show circus."

Several crew members pointed at the people in the corner.

The man was a bald man with gray-brown skin and a thin body. He was supporting himself on the ground with one hand, with the rest of his body weight resting on this hand.

No one could tell his age because he was so thin that his skin was just skin and bones, and there were no visible wrinkles on his skin. He also had nothing on him to prove his identity.

This ascetic who was "sitting" in a strange posture was only wearing a tattered emerald robe.

Under normal circumstances, he would not respond to anything others said, and would not even open his eyes.

But at this moment, he suddenly opened his eyelids covered with yellow paint, opened his emerald pupils and looked into the distance.

Everyone was startled by his action and looked back in the direction he was looking.

But there was nothing there except the damp, smelly brown planks.

"What's wrong with him? I remember that Ned Land was at the bow of the ship. Even if he wanted to dock, he had completely misplaced the direction."

"Yes, the stern is now pointing... northwest, that should be Moses Sadr."

From today, this big chapter begins to come to an end. Oh, it’s not easy for Lao Liu either. He has been running around a lot, and he probably has a pile of invoices in his pocket. Don’t worry, someone will reimburse him in the next chapter.

Have a happy weekend everyone. You have been busy with work and study for a week. Spend more time with your family and reward yourself on the weekend.

The group number of Baihua is 278475653
Everyone should be able to guess the identity of this ascetic in a jade robe. But why not follow the original? I am afraid of violating taboos, so I slightly changed the appearance and background settings. I hope everyone will not be picky.

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