Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 407 Wishing the King Long Live

The flames danced.The shadows of the grass swayed and stretched, like the stretch of algae in the sea.The old man still fiddled with the bonfire with a wooden stick to keep it burning vigorously.

"Unfortunate," he said, "but you deserve it. If you find that the gods don't care about you, there's no point in torturing your kind. On whom do you vent your anger? Young man, even the Zou Yi family has shame, you But let yourself go this far.”

The man with the gold ring took a step back.His right shoulder was bleeding profusely, his face was ashen, but his expression remained calm.He said to the old man, "Are you a priest, or a ghost?"

"A stranger," said the old man.

There was a burst of sharp ridicule from the wind in the willows.The campfire crackled.There was no other sound.Everyone stood up in silence.They all held weapons, and the flames burned on the edge of the steel, but no one approached.Those twinkling eyes, cloudy or cloudy, went back and forth over the three of them by the campfire.

"This land has always been haunted by danger," said the old man. "Washer ghosts, forest spirits, wraiths, human calves... I have heard that these monsters haunt Mulunen. And you, my good gentlemen, but I'm genuinely puzzled that some mortals with iron plates dared to run amok here. But when I think about it—ah, isn't the reason right in front of me? These monsters only love corpses and raw flesh, Never eat human food, so you know that the grandparents sitting here are harmless."

The man with the gold ring snorted.Sweat glistened on his brow in the firelight, but he managed to hold his ground without looking back at his mates.

The old man looked at him and said slowly: "You can no longer return to them. Look, they look at you like wolves abandoning their defeated leader. But your hearts are far crueler than wild beasts, even if I let you go Go away, and they will kill you too."

The man with the gold ring squeezed his lips into a smile and said, "All are the same, sooner or later."

"You think so." The old man said flatly.

He turned his head to look at the bandits in the distance, and asked politely, "Would you like to leave, gentlemen?"

There was a silence.Then the old man said, "Ah, please keep those three young girls. I have given you something to eat each of you, but they haven't even touched a drop of water. I should treat you later."

Someone took the lead and took a step back.Then everyone turned and fled.The peasant girl saw that they had experience dealing with ghosts, because not many people got together in a team.They each choose the direction of the open, in the hope that others can delay time.

The wind outside the forest quieted down.

A black lotus bloomed from the shadow of the campfire.The lotus petals are long and thin, spreading out layer upon layer, filling the entire willow forest in the blink of an eye.When the shadow-like petals passed through her body, the peasant girl only felt a little mist-like coldness.She blinked slightly, and the blooming shadow flower had disappeared on the ground, and the sound of the wind returned to normal.

The man wearing the gold ring let out a strange sound from his throat, it was neither a scream nor a roar, it was just some kind of instinctive attack.Pain and bewilderment were mixed on his face, and he frantically looked around in the open forest.He could only find the three girls who were chained, sitting there with a dazed expression on their faces.Then came the endless noise.

The old man and the peasant girl sat on the other side of the campfire.They watched him run around in the willows, screaming, falling, and staggering back to the campfire.He became calmer than ever, pressing his wound with his left hand.

"Looks like my time has come," he said.

"You can escape," said the old man. "I see that you have anger in your heart, not pure animal desire. It may not be fair to treat you in the same way as they do—if you want, I will let you leave here , try your luck in the wilderness."

The man thought about it and said, "No, I won't do that. Run away, that would take away my last honor, so I'd rather die."

"The choice is yours."

"But I still have doubts," said the man. "You, old man, I know now that you are not extraordinary. I have never seen anything like you. If I were to die here today, I would like to know who would I kill. Are you the guardian of the gods?"

"Never intended."

"Are you the vanguard of Hellfire?"

"I think that's further than the last guess."

The man was quiet for a while, and finally said: "In the name of my father, I don't believe in any god's word now. If anyone dares to praise the name of God in my presence, I will cut off his head. But you have surpassed me All I know, so I can only speculate: Did you ever receive offerings in the temple?"

"You still don't believe what I said earlier," said the old man. "I am different from everything you know, because I come from a place farther than the sky."

"There is only hellfire outside the sky."

"As the gods said."

The man laughed nervously.The sweat on his forehead had wet his cheeks, glistening.The hoarse crazily laugh made him touch the wound and convulse all over.The old man glanced at him and said, "I pity you, boy."

"You're talking nonsense," said the man breathlessly, "no, no, no, no, I know what I've done, I don't need you to judge. But if you're really well-informed, I only ask for one thing .”

"I'm doing what you want."

The man coughed a few times, his expression was painful, and his eyes showed eagerness.He said: "I ask you to prove to me, who made up the god who promised to walk with my ancestors? How can this lie deceive the world for a long time?"

The old man looked at him.When the man stopped coughing, he replied, "Because it is not a lie, child. The gods are before your eyes, and you see them as prey."

The man was stunned and dazed.Then the old man stood up from the campfire.Walking slowly, he came to the man and said to him, "Look at the child before the fire. She just came back from the north before dark, and spent seven days and seven nights counting every sky-whale's nest. Your ancestors The god of war she worships, Mirada who rides an eagle and holds a halberd, is her sister from the same father—she is the incarnation of wind and mist, the last daughter of Asa's blood, and Veroel born from the ground."

The peasant girl stood up silently.She was full of surprises, unexpectedly the old man knew her real name.This situation caught her off guard, and she did not know how to explain.

Before she could open her mouth, the old man said to her: "My child, I have known your identity for a long time. There is no need to explain this matter. Now this person wants to know the authenticity of the gods. If you want to protect the name of Asa, you must ask him Verify the deity."

So the peasant girl left the campfire.She emerged from the sky, shining light through the darkness.When she fell to the ground, the man with the broken arm was terrified and almost fainted.The old man woke him up and asked, "What else do you pray for now?"

"I have nothing to say," replied the man. "If the gods do exist, why did they abandon my father?"

"His guardian is gone now," said the old man. "While you were unconscious, the gods knew that hellfire was coming. The first creator of the world had long since died, so he ordered all his sons and daughters to enter the hall of eternity, and since then Close it."

"I've never heard of this hall."

"No one knows." The old man replied, "That is the secret of the creator of the world. Now he is sleeping in the holy hall, so as to store up the remaining power and wait for his last daughter to take back the light of creation. You see the world The pillar collapsed because Veroel killed the pillar-guarding heavenly beast and took away the light of creation from it. If all the light is returned to the original owner, the creator of the world will return to the earth and eliminate the disaster of hellfire."

The man lay on his back, silent for a long time.So the old man said to the peasant girl: "Now he has no confusion, and his sins have not been washed away. Since he has fought for your brothers and sisters, he is now yours to deal with. You can kill him or exile him in the wild. If If you wish in your heart, you can also save him."

The peasant girl was hesitant, because she used to fight only against heavenly beasts and evil things.At this time the man said: "Please take my life back. Now that I have seen the appearance of the gods, there is no doubt about it. However, all my relatives and relatives are gone, and my heart is dead. Even if I remain in this world, I am no different from death."

"You are not as afraid of death as Zou Yi." The old man said, "I wanted to make you see more, but since you are tired, death is fine."

They finished their conversation, and there was no more words.The peasant girl lingered for a long time, and finally showed her real body.She treated the man with warrior rites, piercing the chest with the point of a spear first, burning him to ashes, and carrying him high in the sky.Then he called on the strong wind to carry the remaining ashes in all directions.When it was all over, the sky had turned red.

She fell back to the ground in the appearance of a mortal, and looked at the old man in the forest.Seeing her doubts, the old man said, "Tonight's story cannot continue. Son, you should go back as soon as possible, so as not to make your father suspect. These three girls can be taken care of by me."

"Are you coming again?" the peasant girl asked.

"If you like. I can tell you more next time."

The old man's speech is natural and unconvincing.So the peasant girl let go of her worries, said goodbye to the old man, and flew into the high wind.She called back the wandering dragon, and together they flew into the abyss and returned to the underground temple.

(End of this chapter)