Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 Witness the new myth. "

　　 The voice was obviously male, so Jenkins was relieved. If it were a female voice, he would suspect that the Lord of Blossoms could use that body to come and talk to him at any time.

　　He is very sure, just like sages never use a male body to walk in the material world, the flower master will not use the body of a male elf to talk to him.

　　 The man in gray robe also didn't have an umbrella. After singing in the rain, he didn't raise his head, still letting his face be covered by the hood of the robe. He probably knew with extra perception that the two people on the other side had approached the stream, so he stopped singing and said to them:

　　 "Although there is one more person than I thought, but welcome to the two, noble people, it is my honor to be here to prepare for the test for you."

　　 He said in an exaggerated voice as if he was reciting a poem. Jenkins felt that he had heard this voice before.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The bored cat in his pocket tried to show his head, but was immediately pressed back by Jenkins.

"Don't be nervous. There is no danger in the treacherous situation this time, and there is no possibility of failure. Although it is impolite to let the two of you get in the rain, it is not a rule I set. Please forgive me. In addition, this time In the treacherous state, all abilities, items and rituals that are not related to life are forbidden. This is the highest rule of the treacherous state. Both of you need to be patient."

　　 Seeing that Jenkins and Sigrid on the other side did not ask any questions, he stretched out the slender fingers hidden under his robe and pointed to the upstream of the stream:

　　 "The rules are very simple. Then there will be some corpses floating from the upstream. Two people please pick them up from the water and bury them. I don't know how many corpses there are, but it shouldn't be very troublesome."

　　 The sound in the rain is also very clear, making sure that both Jenkins and Sigrid can hear clearly. But Jenkins looked at the surrounding pebble beach:

　　 "Is it buried here?"

　　 There may be mud in the dark woodland behind him, but Jenkins didn't want to leave the range covered by the light of the stream.

　　 "Yes, just bury it here. You only need to cover the surface of the corpse. This should be regarded as hard work."

　　 said the elf on the other side.

　　 Jenkins looked at his cousin, Sigrid shook his head to Jenkins, saying that he had no doubts. So Jenkins has no problem. Seeing the rain is quite heavy, he is somewhat embarrassed to consider whether to use seeds to grow a tree to shelter from the rain.

Chapter 1777 The first thousand seven hundred and forty-nine

　　Rainwater hits pebbles and streams, making rhythmic and dense sounds.

　　 Jenkins hesitated, and did not use [Life Origin] to grow trees to avoid rain. The general rule of Deception is that an ability can only be used once, and he is not sure whether he will need this ability in the future. Although life rituals can be used repeatedly, Jenkins has not learned the ritual of growing plants, and the few elven rituals taught by the old elves are more focused on combat.

　　 "Do you have a ritual to grow plants quickly?"

　　 Jenkins then asked his companions, Sigrid came from a natural church, and there is no reason why he would not do this kind of ceremony.

　　 "Yes, but it will take time to arrange and some materials... and I don't have waterproof chalk."

　　 Goldilocks said embarrassedly, guessing that Jenkins wanted to grow trees to shelter from the rain. Jenkins then raised his head and looked at the dark rainy sky like an abyss, waiting patiently for the corpse to float.

　　In fact, it is also possible to grow a tree with a stick. This C-type gift belongs to the life-type, and the gift can always be used in the sly. But considering that Jenkins has used this weapon as a believer in lies, the ladies around him are extra sensitive to the spirit of life. If he rushes to use his cane, Sigrid may be able to spot it.

　　 Of course he believed in Sigrid, but at the same time, he believed that there was no need to take a risk in order not to get caught in the rain, so the two of them had to keep getting in the rain. Of course, Jenkins will take care of this lady and will not make her sick.

　　 Although the stream in front of you is not turbulent, the surface of the stream is wide, and it is difficult to judge the depth because of the light. Listening to the sound of rain, Jenkins gradually relaxed. The sound of rain hitting the stream and pebbles had a strange rhythm. Immersed in this sound, Jenkins vaguely touched some unexplainable feelings.

　　 This is hard to describe. Jenkins thinks that if he works harder, he might be able to get some enlightenment from the sound of rain, about nature.

　　 "It's coming~"

　　 The lady next to her stretched out her finger to the upper reaches of the dark stream, and Jenkins followed and looked over, and she saw a dark thing running down the stream. Jenkins breathed a sigh of relief when the thing got close. He was originally worried that the so-called corpse would look terrifying like a giant, but in fact it was floating more like a sleeping person, with no wounds or swelling. There are no corpses.

　　 "But why is that person so familiar?"

　　He asked Sigrid to wait on the shallows, then wade into the stream by himself. The stream was not deep, but the chill was biting, which made Jenkins tremble. He moved the cat to his chest pocket, and then dragged the corpse back to the shore.

　　 There was no horrible thing like the revival of the corpse in the imagination. After Sigrid also reached out and the two moved the corpse to the pebble beach together, Jenkins finally saw the face of the corpse:

　　 "Daddy?"

　　 "Is it Daddy Oliver?"

　　 Sigrid also recognized that face, the old man with his eyes closed and his face white and paper-like. He was the old man.

　　 "No, it's not true, don't worry."

　　 She wiped the rain off her face, raised her head and hurriedly said to Jenkins, Jenkins's expression was normal, and there was no mood swing caused by the corpse:

　　 "Of course it's not true, how could Dad die so easily?"

　　 If that key fails so easily, Dad won't have to struggle with the curse for so many years.

　　 said, Jenkins put his finger on the forehead of the corpse:

　　 "It is indeed a corpse, once alive and now dead."

　　 This sentence means that this is really a corpse, not something synthesized by alchemy.

　　 "So... shall we bury him now?"

　　 Sigrid’s voice was not very clear in the rain, and she was still a little worried that Jenkins was sad because of the corpse.

　　 "Wait a minute."

　　 said, he put his hand into the pocket of the corpse's coat, but found nothing. Jenkins thought for a while, and then began to bury the body.

　　 There is no mud around, so they can only lay the corpse flat, and then pick up some pebbles and pile it on the corpse. Although it's a bit more cumbersome and it's still raining, it couldn't be easier compared to the previous treacherous realms.

But both Jenkins and Sigrid knew that things would never be so easy. Sure enough, when the pebbles they picked up hadn't covered one third of the corpse, the corpse with closed eyes spoke, using the voice of the old man. :

　　 "Do you think that the existence of the undead is reasonable?"

　　 "Unreasonable, this disrupts the order and cycle of life and death."

　　 Jenkins replied.

　　 "It is unreasonable, life and death are both the process of life, and the undead are the disabled."

　　 Sigrid also replied when he saw this.

　　 "But God is also immortal."

　　 The body said again, his hand suddenly caught Jenkins's hand:

　　 "You are immortal...so you were lying just now."

　　 Jenkins frowned, Yu Guangzhong saw that his cousin was surprised, but did not intend to comment, so he continued:

"The birth and death of generations of human beings is related to the upper limit of the energy of the material world. This is the natural way. Not to die means to continue to consume the resources of the material world, adding a constant amount to the overall fluctuation of the human population. , Violates the principle of nature, so I say this is disrupting the order of life and death.

But the gods are different. The total number of them is limited. God will perfect the rules of the world and increase the upper limit of the world. Their eternal life is the same as the eternal life of the world. In a sense, the gods are world. "

　　 "Life and death are natural?"

　　 The corpse asked again, Jenkins nodded, shakes his hand away, and then went on to pick up the pebbles not far away:

　　 "Of course, nature is all things, and all things have life and death, so life and death are both natural. Nature is great, yes, quite great, and all-inclusive."

　　 In fact, there is no need to say in the second half of the sentence, he added it on his own initiative.

　　 Hearing this, the corpse smiled and then stopped talking, letting Jenkins and Sigrid cover it a little with pebbles. In the end, there was only a human-shaped bulge on the ground, but the color of the clothes could still be faintly seen in the cracks of the pebbles.

　　 Jenkins put his arms around Sigrid, making the shivering girl warm. Then the two slowly stepped back, watching the green flames pouring out of the cracks in the pebbles.

　　 The flames are unusually coquettish and unaffected by the heavy rain. The small flames quickly grew high in the rain, and the flames leaped and danced in the air, but there was no sound at all. It appeared abruptly and disappeared abruptly, and the human-shaped bulge on the ground gradually became smooth.

Chapter 1778 Chapter 1750 The Way of Nature's Balance

　　 The green flame gradually faded, and when the surrounding darkness came again, Jenkins cautiously stepped forward. He knelt on one knee on the pebbles and smashed the pile of warm pebbles. No corpse was seen below, only a layer of white ash. The white ash probably formed the appearance of a human shape, and there was a thumb-sized cylindrical glass bottle at the heart of the human shape.

　　 There is nothing in the bottle, and the cork is also a normal style. But when he picked it up, Jenkins suddenly felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, and then understood the reason for the throbbing:

　　 "This is a gift!"

　　 He blurted out, and the elf across the bank also said:

"This is a reward for the test. I think my lord really likes you... This is a gift that has never been recorded by humans. It is called [Holy Spring Water Bottle] in the Flowery Forest and is enshrined in Yueluo Lake all year round. In the temple of Heart Island.

　　 Fill the bottle with water, and every 72 hours, it can transform into a holy spring water that can treat any non-mysterious trauma. If the injury is smaller than the whole body fracture, it is cured immediately; the injury is larger than the whole body fracture, and the limbs are chopped into meat foam. It takes at least 3 hours to recover. However, please note that the holy spring water can only be stored in the bottle, and it will immediately expire if it is not taken within 10 seconds after being taken out. "

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Chocolate Two small cat ears stick out from Jenkins's pocket, and will not stretch back even if the rain wets them.

　　 "Really a gift?"

　　 Sigrid asked in surprise. Like most gifters, she hadn't seen many gifts.

　　 "Yes, it is."

　　 hesitated while talking, and stuffed the bottle into her hand:

　　 "Do you feel it?"

　　 Jenkins asked.

　　 "How does it feel? Oh, I get it, no, this gift didn't choose me."

　　 "It's a pity..."

　　 Jenkins took it back with disappointment. If [Holy Spring Water Bottle] chooses Sigrid, then this gift belongs to her. In this way, Jenkins will find an excuse to return the seed of the World Tree for a while. Although the two are not equivalent, at least he has paid a part of the price, and the rest can be found.

　　 "This is yours, I can't ask for it."

　　 I probably saw Jenkins’s idea of ​​giving away. The blonde girl returned the bottle to Jenkins blushing. Because she was a bit cold, the two were still almost stuck together, which made the young lady a little uncomfortable.

　　 "Well, in fact, this is really useless for me. I can also treat similar injuries. It's not difficult."

　　 said, slammed the bottle in his hand, and then it fell into a quiet sleep in the spirit.

　　 "From this point of view, Flower is more generous than Death."

　　 Jenkins thought in his heart, pressing the chocolate back into his pocket with his finger again, and looking at the upper stream of the stream with Sigrid.

　　 The elves on the other side picked up the lute again, this time a somewhat distant and sad poem:

　　"The oldest legend,

　　 is the story of the undead.

　　 That is a sad story of a sad person,

　　Who can understand,

　　 the one who beloved goes away,

　　Farewell to those who know,

　　The person who is pitiful is not there,

　　 People who have met are forgotten.

　　Life originated from the beginning,

　　Life ends in death.

　　The way of nature is to circulate,

Changeless,

　　 There are only stars in the sky,

　　 and the **** in my heart. "

The content of 　　 singing is nothing unusual, but the sad tone makes both Jenkins and Sigrid very uncomfortable. The two looked at the dark distance in the rain, trying not to listen to the elves singing over and over again.

　　 When he finished singing the fourth time, a dark shadow finally appeared in the upper stream. The singing stopped immediately, and Jenkins subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, knowing for the first time that a beautiful song can also torture people.

　　 It was still him who went into the water to pull the corpse. After he was dragged ashore, he looked through the dim light. This time Jenkins still knew the corpse. It was Scru Pompe who died in the hands of Mr. Hood.

　　 Jenkins and his cousin explained the identity and story of Pompeii, and then dragged the corpse to the place where the first corpse was buried just now, where there were a lot of pebbles.

　　 "Really, it will cause me trouble if I die."

　　 Jenkins complained that he was not so polite to the corpse. After picking up the pebbles, he threw them directly on the corpse instead of putting them on the corpse carefully as before.

　　 Seeing Jenkins’ childish movements, Sigrid smiled. She stretched out her hand to lift the hair that was stuck to her body by the rain, and then bent down to pick up pebbles with Jenkins.

　　 The progress was very fast this time, but it was different from the last time. This time the corpse was soaked with some whitishness, and it was about to be completely covered before speaking:

　　 "You killed me."

　　 "I didn't kill you."