My Another World Sword Saint Wife

But before she could claim credit from the villagers, she was knocked down by the collapsed house.

As soon as Leila jumped a couple of times, a smooth bone claw grabbed her neck from behind and dragged it back.

"Shhh, stupid scarecrow, don't make a sound... That terrible woman just left, and we will die a thousand times if she finds out."

Behind the collapsed wall, there was a skeleton wearing a brown robe, with dark green will-o'-the-wisps shining in his eyes.

He raised a bony finger and put it next to his exposed teeth, reminding the other party cautiously.

Sirira, a beautiful woman scarier than a demon, he couldn't afford to mess with.

"Hey hey?"

Leila stomped hard and inserted the bamboo pole into the soil to fix herself.

She tried her best to bend down and asked curiously in the smallest voice possible.

"You ask me why this king of the undead is afraid of a woman?"

The Skeleton King took off the platinum crown on top of his head, and gently wiped off the dust on it with his sleeve, showing a very loving look.

He is usually very low-key, but today he specially put on expensive accessories to welcome his companions.

But I didn't expect that the young partner who was about to become an undead was taken away by the sanctuary, which is a pity.

As for why he was afraid of that woman, Skeleton King didn't intend to explain.

Although there is no such thing as a heart for a long time, talking too much about scary things will still cause psychological shadows.

"Ignorant Scarecrow, you are mistaken. This crown is a birthday gift from believers. I am just a deceased person who believes in the Holy Light."

Skeleton King put his crown back on and looked up at the scorching sun in the sky.

"Ah... the sacred sun of life, Heloralu, every time I am illuminated by your warm light, I feel extremely at ease and comfortable."

It's a pity that this dead body can no longer move forward in the sun, and it will be burned to ashes after a long time.

Skeleton King blew out the small flame that had started on the bone, and hurried into the shadows.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the Skeleton King finally felt relieved when he could no longer feel the breath of any living people nearby.

He took out a white jade bone staff and threw it upwards.

The bone staff released lightning and spewed black mist.

Soon, the entire sky over Statham was shrouded in dark clouds, and there was a slight drizzle of rain.

But the strange thing is that the dark clouds did not completely cover the sky, and there was a gap every few meters for the sunlight to fall.

The breeze, the drizzle, and the holy sun shining through the dark clouds.

Under such a beautiful scenery, the Skeleton King walked towards the center of the village square.

He walks with arms outstretched like a conductor.

The will-o'-the-wisp flickered, the jaws opened and closed, and the deceased named Whispering began to sing.

Chapter 345 The Disappearing Village and Lei Yin's Suspicion

In the dark cloud-covered sky, the holy sun shines down.

The breeze and drizzle caressed the graves of the dead, washing away the sorrows of the past.

Center of the square.

Skeleton King raised his arms high and sang loudly with a low voice.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah."

"Dedicate prayers to the evening"

"Dedicate a prayer to the morning"

"This is the resting place of the dead"

The singing spread around, and in the tombs and coffins, all the creatures who died within two days began to wake up slowly.

Their consciousness no longer collapsed, their bodies stopped decaying, and they peered into the distant sky in the quiet remains.

"The Golden Compass..."

Under the dark clouds and above the village, golden patterns slowly emerged, gradually forming a huge compass with six scales of different lengths.

Tick, tick.

The pointer rotated faster and faster, and the entire gold pattern was distorted, looking like an irregular four-dimensional cube.

"The gravel of time..."

The earth roared, accompanied by rumbling tremors, a quaint stone hourglass drilled out of the soil and stood on the surface.

There are six eccentric stone carvings on the base of the hourglass.

They opened their single eyes to emit a dazzling red light, snapped off the single horn on the top of their heads and swallowed them into their stomachs, and then began to reverse the hourglass.

Quicksand gradually poured into the bottom of the hourglass, and the thoughts of the dead gradually became clear.

"This is the place where life spirals!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

At the same time as Skeleton King's laughter sounded, all the prayers written in the tombs and coffins disappeared, even those written by Sirira herself.

Click, click, click.

Withered arms emerged from the ground, and rotting corpses emerged from the coffin mound.

The elderly and children who died yesterday dragged their broken bodies to the square one after another.

Scarecrow Layla jumped for joy, jumping and jumping to welcome the family back.

"Space has been disorganized"

"Time has crumbled"

"Here is the infinite place of time and space"

hum.

Disorderly ripples covered the entire village.

Everything here is distorted, as if isolated from the whole world.

The dead opened their empty eyes and looked at everything in front of them in confusion, as if they were still hesitating.

"Please, abandon the past and commit yourself to me"

"Please, achieve the present and commit yourself to me"

"Please, cast the future and commit yourself to me"

"Follow the Inspiration of the Three Pillars of God"

"We will share consciousness with Vidal's world"

With his left hand on his chest and his right hand clinging to his robe, Skeleton King bowed to the dead, waiting for a reply.

He conveyed his will and ideas without reservation.

Tell all the undead here, even those who have been corrupted by darkness, have the right to yearn for the Holy Light.

Please go to the new paradise with him, they will eventually turn into light and irradiate the whole world.

"..."

The villagers uttered silent words, looking back at their hometown where they once lived.

The old village chief Tam showed a wistful smile. He bent down and kissed the hometown he had loved all his life for the last time.

Hokar threw away the iron rod in his hand, and let the hatred of the past die with his life.

In order to protect people, he died with a soldier, and he did not let go of his arms until he died.

White looked towards the farmland with reluctance. The hope of the villagers resided in the fruits of hard work.

Slowly, the villagers shed tears of relief and burst into warm smiles again.

They rummaged through the ruins to find the remaining grain seeds, and happily sprinkled them on the ground and buried them in the soil.

This is the return and continuation of life...

One day this place will turn into a boundless wheat field...

One day in early spring.

The mountain village named Statham disappeared forever on this vast continent.

Until midsummer comes.

The scorching sun scorched the earth, and mature grains had already broken through the ground.

Potato fields that have not been dug for a long time are lush and green, and the green leaves grow plump and generous.

I believe that the fruit under the soil is about to germinate.

The heavy corn cobs swayed gently against the summer wind, bending the grains down.

Fat birds settled nearby and became lazy ever since.

Eating the fallen corn kernels may fall to the ground at any time and become new seeds.

Snapped!

In the farmland closest to the river, a large oval-shaped watermelon was smashed to the ground with force, and immediately shattered into several pieces.

Suck and suck!Kaka!

"Hahahaha, what is this? It's so delicious!"

"It's delicious! Ah... bastard, I bit it first! Give it back!"

"I've never tasted such a delicacy, it's even sweeter than the lollipop melon stolen from Grand Duke Stuart's estate!"

"What is that? The Barbie fruit that Prince Fred bought secretly is not as delicious as this!"

Thousands of big-headed soldiers are scrambling to snatch watermelons in the fields, chewing on them.