Dragon of Douluo sings to the nine heavens

Chapter 9 The language of the ginkgo tree! (Please vote for recommendations)

The ground was covered with blood, and at a glance, there were about twenty corpses lying on the vegetation.

The strange thing is that all their corpses turned into mummies, their eyes were hollow, and they seemed to have suffered an indescribable impact.

Next to these corpses, stood four men with different looks. Some of them looked sinister, some looked as calm as still water. What was unified was that they all exuded the same evil aura.

"These are still too few, not enough to heal the wounds." The speaker was a middle-aged man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall and skinny. His eyes were white and black, like a yin and yang wheel, with a light black color.

Death energy emanated from his body.

The face of the man in black beside him changed slightly and said: "The Noumenon Sect is chasing too closely, and we don't have a good chance to find blood food. We will take a break during this period to hide from the limelight. Now we are afraid that we will not die from the poison."

That old guy is here too, and he protects his shortcomings very well."

"Tsk tsk." The man in black leaning against the tree seemed to be missing something, "No wonder their Noumenon Sect likes the Noumenon Martial Spirit, the taste is really great."

The skinny middle-aged man glanced at the speaker and said, "It tastes great? Don't let Du Bushit catch you. His methods are even more cruel than ours."

Buzz!

The sound of subtle fluctuations in the air came.

In an instant, the expression of the only man in black among the four who did not speak suddenly changed. He hurriedly shouted: "Hurry up, they are chasing me."

"What!" Hearing this, the other three people were also shocked. People from the Noumenon Sect were chasing after them so quickly.

Among them, the man in black who smashed his mouth showed fear in his eyes, and the previous evil intention disappeared instantly.

The four of them did not dare to stay and hurriedly activated their soul power. Soon, only the twenty-odd corpses were left in the dark dense forest.

Not long after, two figures descended from the sky and landed around the corpses. They looked at the miserable corpses and frowned, "Damn it, it's too late."

"They can't go far, chase them!" said the old man with red hair.

"Okay!" The people next to the red-haired old man also nodded slightly. Unfortunately, they arrived a few steps late. The evil soul master's perception of the nightmare martial soul was really terrifying. Not even the soul saint could sense them both in advance.

The arrival of a Contra.

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Maple Leaf Village.

Time is like water flowing from the mountains, gradually flowing towards the river, never to come back.

For some unknown reason, the leaves of the hundreds-of-year-old ginkgo tree are constantly falling to the ground. The bright golden leaves are like a beautiful oil painting.

Inside the house, a large group of people were gathering.

At a glance, there were probably no fewer than ten people.

Qin Ze sat by the bed, his eyes reddish. He stretched out his hand and tightly held Zhu Xiyan's thin, dry palm that had been damaged by time.

Zhu Xiyan was lying quietly on the bed, but her old face was inexplicably rosy, and her eyes became very clear.

Crane's wrinkled old face was full of lamentation. Isn't this look like a reflection of the past?

No one spoke, and the room was so quiet that only breathing could be heard.

A month has passed, and Zhu Xiyan's body has become weaker and weaker, and today, she has even fainted several times.

Just now, Zhu Xiyan woke up, but everyone knew that it was time to say goodbye.

"Village Chief, I want to talk to Aze alone." Zhu Xiyan looked at Kelan and said calmly. She didn't look like an old man whose life was about to come to an end.

Hearing this, Kelan was stunned for a moment, looked at it for the last time, and nodded.

"Let's go out first." Crane said.

After saying that, Crane staggered out of the room, and everyone else followed suit.

Click!

The door was gently closed, and only Zhu Xiyan and Qin Ze were left in the room.

Zhu Xiyan stretched out her other hand and patted Qin Ze's palm, and whispered: "Do you remember what grandma told you?"

Qin Ze raised his head, revealing his eyes filled with mist. He nodded heavily, "Aze remembers it!"

"Silly boy, didn't grandma tell you that aging, sickness, and death are the laws of life. How can there be immortal people in this world? Grandma only hopes that you can grow up happily. You will awaken your martial spirit in one year.

, although grandma won’t be able to see that day, she believes that my grandson will definitely become famous in mainland China. Grandma is going down to find your grandpa, and she can also have a good chat with him about you. This guy has abandoned me for decades.

, Grandma is going to settle the score with him." Zhu Xiyan showed a tired smile, and she seemed particularly relaxed at this moment.

Hearing this, Qin Ze subconsciously moved his head away. Unseen, tears had already streaked down his cheeks.

Zhu Xiyan smiled and looked up at the ceiling. She was very grateful to God that she could have such a well-behaved grandson at the end of her life.

"grandmother!"

Suddenly, Qin Ze made a trembling voice.

Zhu Xiyan's eyes slowly closed, her lips were moving, as if she was saying something, and there was a smile on her face. After a few seconds, Zhu Xiyan closed her eyes completely.

"Grandma!" Qin Ze held her hand and lowered his head with empty eyes. He just held grandma's hand and remained motionless.

Outside the house, a wisp of breeze blew by, taking away the soul of an old man.

The leaves of the ginkgo tree are falling faster.

…

Two days later.

In the open space next to the ginkgo tree, two connected tombs appeared there. The tombs were covered with leaves of the ginkgo tree, and they glowed somewhat brightly under the sunlight.

The tree language of the ginkgo tree is: longevity, nobility, beauty, maturity and perseverance.

It's like the process of an old man's life.

Qin Ze knelt in front of the tomb. Behind him were the village chief Kelan and other uncles and aunts. There were dozens of people in total, filling the open space.

Yesterday, all the villagers of Maple Leaf Village bid farewell to this respected old man.

"Aze!" Kelan looked at Qin Ze who had been kneeling on the ground since Zhu Xiyan was buried with a worried look on his face. This little guy is only five years old, how can he bear it?

"It's okay, Village Chief Kelan, let me stay with grandma here." Although Qin Ze has excellent physical fitness, his body is also a little painful from kneeling for a long time, but he did not show it.

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other in shock.

After a long time, everyone left. Qin Ze stood up after being persuaded by Kelan and everyone, but as everyone left, he knelt down again.

The hair between his forehead swayed slightly, revealing Qin Ze's extremely delicate face. He stared at grandma's grave solemnly, "Grandma, please stay with grandpa first and wait for your grandson to become a god. When the time comes, it will not only be you.

, and grandpa, we will be reunited."

Bang bang!

After saying that, Qin Ze kowtowed nine times towards the grave, until his forehead turned red.

call!

The ginkgo tree swayed slightly, and a leaf fell on Qin Ze's head, like a grandma caressing his head with a gentle glance.

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