The Monk

Chapter 278 Cemetery

Surprised, confused, confused. In order to avoid alarming the fish-man, who was concerned about his life, Zhang was afraid to secretly leave the woods and move further away. After walking for more than two days, he was happily confused in the forest that was the same everywhere. Although I can return to the fields and shallow wells by marking them with magic, what will happen even if I go back? The connection to the outside world has disappeared. Long Danzi said that a group of people came in and some escaped, which was a bit of shit luck. Zhang was afraid that it was very unbalanced and he thought wildly.

The forest is so big and boundless. In the blink of an eye, more than ten days have passed. Zhang is afraid that he has to travel through the forest and avoid the monsters that attack him fiercely every day. This situation continues until now. There are dull drums and mourning in front of him. The sound of messy footsteps came.

Following the sound, I climbed up a tall tree to check, and saw more than a hundred people walking along a winding path in the forest. A few people in front were beating leather drums, and some fishmen were carrying a simple stretcher. On it lay a skinny fishman, motionless. Like dying. Some of the stretcher bearers were sobbing uncontrollably, and some of the pedestrians behind were wailing loudly, as if they were mourning for the funeral.

Zhang was afraid of being curious, so he followed carefully in the forest. The path in the forest was winding for a long time. After half a day, the team turned into a fork in the road. After walking for another hour, a huge valley appeared in front of them. Looking from a distance, the white glistening light in the valley was shining, and it was difficult to see what it was. As the distance approached, Zhang Pingwei was surprised to find that the piles of white objects were all corpse bones, as transparent as white jade and as bright as silver. Each one was complete, and there was a white fist as big as a fist wrapped in the skull. Pearl of light.

The funeral procession walked into the valley, and someone carried the body on the stretcher into the bone pile. Then they all knelt down and said goodbye. There was a chorus of miserable, mournful, and wailing sounds, which made Zhang afraid very uncomfortable.

These people struggled for more than half an hour before leaving one after another amid sobbing. The valley slowly returned to calm, but the pitch-black corpse stood out among the white bones.

Zhang was afraid of staying in the forest for a while. After confirming that all the fishmen were gone, he ran out of the woods and walked into the valley. The valley is so big that you can't see the end of it. It is flanked by the Ten Thousand Blades Mountains on both sides. The valley is full of corpses. I think this is the burial place for the fish people.

After carefully looking at several corpses, I could tell by sight without touching them that they were not mortal objects. Not to mention the external monsters, even the bones of the monsters in the Bone Forest could not be compared with them. They were definitely weapon-refining treasures. What's more, there is also the spirit bead in the skull that is as big as a fist. To exaggerate, even a blind man can see that it is special.

Zhang was afraid that he was tempted, but he couldn't bear to take it away. Although the fish-headed monster had a strange appearance, it was similar to humans and could barely be regarded as a kind of human. It would be disrespectful to take away their bones to refine weapons. People were already dead. Why are you breaking people's bones? Just as he was hesitating, an old and low voice sounded in his ears: "In the end, you guys still found me here, alas."

Zhang Ai was so frightened that he jumped up and looked around: "Who, who is talking?" There was no vegetation in the valley, and there was nothing except bones. He looked around and couldn't find anyone talking.

The old voice sounded again, weak and coughing: "Ahem, are everyone greedy?"

Zhang Ai hurriedly turned his head and looked around. Among the white bones lay the thin black corpse that had just been delivered. Could it be that the corpse was talking? Could it be a fake corpse? He carefully moved a few steps over and said, "Is it you who is talking?"

"It's me, cough." The voice was weak and thin, and the lips touched slightly. It was indeed the corpse speaking.

"Are you a human or a ghost?" Zhang Ai held a black iron knife in one hand and a concentration bead in the other and approached carefully. No matter human or ghost, there are ways to deal with you.

The corpse spoke again: "I'm not dead yet, but I will be soon."

Knowing that he was still alive, Zhang Wen put away the concentration beads, held his sword with both hands and asked: "They sent you to the grave before you were dead?"

The aging fishman raised his upper body with his arms and said, "Put the knife away, I'm going to die soon, don't be afraid."

"It's strange that you're not afraid when you see a fake corpse." Zhang Ain said in his heart. He looked carefully at the old fish man. He really looked like he was terminally ill. His body was thin and skinny, and his skin and bones were connected to each other. He had more air coming out and less air coming in. He probably wouldn't be able to hold on for a while. He picked up the hard iron knife and asked: "You are not dead yet, why did they send you here?"

The old man didn't reply but said something else: "Young man, let's discuss it. The bones in the Valley of Bones are all the remains of our ancestors. Can you take less or not take them? I don't care about my old bones. When I die, you will If you like it, just take it away." I finished the sentence in eight parts, my face flushed, I was anxious but could do nothing.

Zhang Wei also blushed a little and whispered: "No, I won't take it at all."

The old fish man didn't believe it: "Why would you lie to me when I'm about to die?"

Zhang was afraid that he might be too tired to talk and might pass by before he finished his sentence. He took out a life pill and threw it into his mouth: "Take it, it's not poison."

The life pill melted in the mouth, melted with saliva and stayed in the throat. In a moment, the old fish man was radiant and energetic. He no longer looked like he was old and dying just a moment ago. He sat up and said, "What kind of medicine is this? It's amazing."

Seeing that the fish man had recovered his health, Zhang was afraid that he felt reckless. What if he regained his strength and turned against him?

The old fish man knew what Zhang Wen was thinking, and said softly: "Today is my last day. No matter what, I won't survive the night. Don't be afraid, young man. I'm going to die. How can I be in the mood to think about anything else? Besides, forget it." You have to have that ability." He raised his hand and pointed at his head: "Before the clan members die, they will send their whole body cultivation into the spiritual beads in their minds, and then wait quietly for death. I am waiting for death now."

The old man made it clear, I am harmless now, you can talk to me as you like. Zhang Wei blushed a little and asked for the third time: "Why did I send you here so early?"

The old man calmly explained: "This is called the Bone Forest. Naturally, there are the most bones and trees. There are many valleys in the forest. Most of them are cemeteries where the clan members place their corpses. They are called bone valleys. There are also some places where the bones of monsters are placed. There are tens of thousands of clan members. According to the rules passed down in the past, when the day of death comes, you must disperse your power and wait for death in the Valley of Bones. No one can disobey it." The old man pointed at the bones around him and said, "They are like this, and so am I." His voice was open-minded and uncompromising. Life and death are at heart.

Zhang fearfully said: "Emotional monsters also have human feelings."

The old man continued: "Little brother, I know you cultivators are always thinking about the treasures here, but apart from these bones, there are still many spiritual grasses and spiritual materials. There is no need to disturb the souls of our ancestors and find them restless. I tell you, follow this path. About a day’s journey away, there are many stone houses with medicinal gardens where you can pick some secretly.”

"Are you teaching me how to steal your things?" Zhang Ai asked in surprise.

"As long as you don't disturb the ancestors, it doesn't matter if you take some herbs." The old fish man said calmly.