Fantasy: My mythical beasts all rely on synthesis

"Abba, do you say we can recover the body today?" A child in ragged clothes with small iron handcuffs dragged on his feet asked the man on the side.

Except for a larger pair of shackles on his feet, a man is no different from a child in dress.

Hearing this, the expression on his face, which seemed to have not changed for a long time, moved slightly.

His voice was low and hoarse: "The corpses in the Styx are not so easy to salvage, it's just a luxury, like us, maybe entering the Styx is a relief."

The boy did not understand, and it was a little strange to hear this, and asked innocently: "But can't we enter the River Styx?" I heard those people say they're going to die if they go in. The

man did not continue to speak, but walked one foot deep and one foot shallow in front.

The boy trotted to keep up, but the shackles on his feet were too rough, drenching his ankles with blood.

He said with a crying voice: "Abba, did I make you angry?" The

man touched the boy's head lovingly and said softly: "Of course not, my Cong'er is the most well-behaved."

The boy's eyes widened, and then he looked down aggrievedly, and said weakly: "Then can you come back and talk to those uncles, change me to a larger pair of leg cuffs, this is too small, I wear a foot grinder." The

man's heart suddenly twisted, he rubbed the boy's head, and said solemnly:

"Don't worry, Cong'er, it'll be fine after today, I promise you!"

Cong'er nodded very sensibly.

The two hobbled towards the River Styx, and when they reached the river, the man crouched down, and when he saw the dark river, he asked the boy on the side:

"Cong'er, do you see that this dark river looks like the cave where we live?" Cold and lonely, without any vitality. The

boy nodded first, and then shook his head: "No, although the cave is cold, we still have companions, and we can play together, so it is not like this dead river."

The man looked up at the sky, paused for a while, and then said: "Cong'er, take another look at the world, I hope that when you open your eyes again, you will be born into a rich family."

Cong'er suddenly hugged the man's thigh: "I don't want it, I want to be with Abba, I don't want to leave you." The

man choked and said, "Cong'er is obedient, take a good look around here, close your eyes later, I'll take you to the river to bathe, okay?"

Cong'er didn't speak, he looked at his father in front of him puzzled, for a long time, his father was a solitary existence in front of him, and even no matter what suffering he faced, he always smiled and encouraged the boy not to give up.

But now he said such a thing, which made him very incomprehensible.

Cong'er looked around and suddenly saw something, and he pointed excitedly over there:

"Abba, Abba, it's a corpse, there's a corpse over there!" There are corpses in the river! The

man looked and was completely shocked when he saw a figure rising and falling with the water of the Styx.

Endless surprises follow.

He raised his hands, as if he was gathering and condensing a certain rune.

That rune spread outward, like a whirlpool with no end to the man.

The bodies of the two people were slowly floating towards this side.

This is a young man, whose upper body is covered by a torn black inner armor, while the lower body is in a state of uncovered body except for the torn armor in his private parts.

The only thing that stood out was that the young man was holding a teapot tightly in his arms.

This is exactly Meng Qing.

Father and son took out a small iron hook from their waists, but just when they wanted to hook Meng Qing's flesh and pull him to the shore, the hook and skin contact emitted a sound like a collision of gold and stone.

The two couldn't help it, so they had to pull the iron hook around the black inner armor and drag him to the shore together.

During this period, the man protected Cong'er behind him and often admonished:

"Cong'er be careful, don't get caught in the water in the River Styx."

The man showed unprecedented strength, like a man who farmed in the spring with great hope for the future.

He asked Cong'er to find many trees and put Meng Qing on the trees in a bow-shaped position.

Black liquid continued to flow out of his armor and body, almost converging into a small ditch at his feet.

And where the black water flowed, even the ground was corroded into one small pit after another!

Cong'er said excitedly: "Abba, are we going to become superiors?" This is a corpse flowing out of the river!

The man laughed, as if he would be able to get ahead from now on, and he said: "That's right, we are going to become superiors, in the future, my Cong'er can sit in a clean and bright room to study and study, and I can also lie down in a warm and comfortable bed with food at night, and no longer need to be handcuffed!"

Cong'er nodded, turned up and down to look at Meng Qing, but couldn't help but rub her eyes.

He stood there for a long time without speaking.

The man who laughed for a while sensed something was wrong and came up and asked, "What's the matter, Cong'er, what are you looking at?"

"This corpse seems to have moved just now." Cong'er stared at Meng Qing for a long time.

The man smiled: "The corpse is so good at moving?" This is the River Styx, perhaps, he will die for hundreds of thousands of years, don't worry, our good days..."

But before he could finish his words, he suddenly paused.

Only then did he clearly see Meng Qing's eyebrows jump.

This is not an illusion.

He used the thin aura in his body, and when he noticed that Meng Qing had an extremely rich vitality in his body, he was even more shocked and retreated one after another.

Meng Qing opened his eyes with some difficulty, and when he saw two figures with their feet facing the sky and the ground, he couldn't help but say,

"Who are you?" How can it be head to the ground?

Cong'er quickly dispersed the support under Meng Qing, and the latter crashed to the ground, causing another sharp pain.

Meng Qing tried to raise his hand, but his limbs seemed to be filled with lead, and it was very difficult to even move.

Cong'er wanted to help Meng Qing sit well, but was pulled by the man.

"Cong'er, didn't I say that? Don't trust outsiders too much, especially outsiders of unknown origin. The man frowned and said displeased.

Cong'er hid in the rear, timid.

The man's eyes revealed viciousness, and he asked sharply: "Who are you?" Why is it here?

Meng Qing was very calm: "My name is Zi Yiyue, and I had an accident when crossing a field, where is this?" The

man still had doubts, but as soon as he thought that Meng Qing was from the River Styx, he quietly decided in his heart that he was not easy to mess with this idea, and when his eyes looked at his teapot, the greed unique to gold and silver belongings of the subordinate quickly hidden.

He said, "This is the Archaeopteryth mine in the lower reaches of the River Styx, we salvaged you from the River Styx, and we saved your life."

Meng Qing frowned slightly, this posture of putting on his identity first was really uncomfortable, but after thinking about it, he accepted this identity calmly.

There was a roar from the rear, and he turned to see that it was a large river that was dark and silent and could not be seen at a glance.

"Give me a little elixir, and when I recover, I will give you a satisfactory reward." Meng Qing didn't say anything more, and laid out his conditions.

Since he woke up, he noticed that the spiritual energy in this place was extremely scarce, and it was basically impossible to absorb the peripheral spiritual energy to restore himself.