Monument of Life and Death

Chapter 575: ash

Chapter 575 Ashes

Baomu held back the tears in his eyes and nodded desperately.

A Zhen hesitated for a while, reached out into his pocket and touched it, and took out something that looked like a compass. He stuffed it into Baomu's hand and said, "This is for you."

Baomu looked down, his other hand still held Ah Zhen's body tightly, "This is..."

"I won't hide it from you. When I was not with you and Xiaolan, I killed someone." A Zhen stared directly at Baomu's eyes. "I already knew the rules of the Ten Day Banquet. Before entering the game, I Just know... I killed a catfish, which I got from him."

Baomu did not expect this.

"Using this thing, you should be able to find the desert, but I haven't figured out how to use it yet."

"Desert?"

Xiaolan.

"Yes, the desert, that is the core area of the Ten-Day Banquet," Ah Zhen retreated a little further into the tree hole, "I want to ask you to find it in the desert..."

"Xiaolan?"

"Xiaolan? No, it's not..." Ah Zhen shook his head slightly apologetically, and then said every word, "That person, you should have seen us from the fifth day of the week, it is our fifth day. Even more heavenly, Shutian Yebai."

Baomu was so shocked that he couldn't say a word.

"How could he..."

"Explain, wait until the game comes out," Ah Zhen tightly grasped Baomu's right hand, "I know this is difficult, in fact, we are not very sure, but...this is our last hope. As long as you can see him, ask him what the truth is..."

Ye Bai is also in the game?

Why did Ye Bai...

"Promise me, okay?" Ah Zhen interrupted Baomu's thoughts.

Baomu looked at Ah Zhen’s appearance and nodded, "I promise, I will try my best to find Ye Bai."

A Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time let go of Baomu's hand, and said slowly, "Second request...Is the pen given to you by Xiaolan still on you?"

"Pen?"

This time it was Baomu's turn to fumble in his pocket, and the pen was lying upright under the pocket, hitting the bone dish and the mirror, making a crisp sound.

"Can this save you?" Baomu kindled a glimmer of hope.

He still doesn’t know what this prop can do.

"It..." Ah Zhen hesitated with red eyes.

Should you tell Baomu?

should tell.

In any case, this is Baomu's prop, so I shouldn’t...

"This item," Ah Zhen swallowed his throat, "it can send a player out of the game."

Baomu held the pen and reacted for three full seconds. His black and white pupils suddenly widened, "What do you mean?! You want me to..."

"Do you want me to become a treeman?" Ah Zhen's voice suddenly became low, "I know, I wasted your props, I'm sorry..."

"What nonsense are you talking about?! This is impossible!" Baomu shouted out desperately, "You want me to kill you! This is not...I can't..."

A Zhen didn't say anything, just watched him quietly, waiting for Baomu to calm down.

A Zhen’s body below the waist has been submerged in the tree hole.

This is the end.

Baomu gasped, the sourness in his chest was about to drown him.

When the tree hole swallowed Ah Zhen’s chest, the sky finally brightened.

Baomu's pupils flickered in the flying morning mist.

A Zhen understood his eyes.

"Baomu, you know my name."

Baomu paused, then nodded stiffly.

"Your name is Yingzhen."

A Zhen smiled. He grabbed Bao Mu's wrist with his backhand, "Just write my name on my arm."

Baomu silently lowered his head, trying to restrain the shaking of his fingers.

罔, true.

The black pen nib engraved blood-red text, and when the last stroke was settled, A Zhen’s pale skin glowed with a transparent glow.

Baomu felt the last trace of strength from Ah Zhen’s hand.

"Baomu, goodbye."

After a while, the rays of the sun dimmed into fragmented black-gray, Ah Zhen's body seemed to have turned into a withered black flower, and the ashes peeled off his skin. A morning breeze blew in, and Ah Zhen turned to the ground. As a cloud of gray smoke, it melted into the horizon and the gradually diffused sunlight disappeared in Baomu's eyes.

Baomu has no tears, only feels tired.

He knelt on the spot, looking at the big tree.

The Son of Light felt the master’s mood, standing at Baomu’s feet, crying loudly.

all of these……

Baomu lowered his head and looked at his hands that were still shaking desperately.

is like the fragment that entered my dreams countless times, the fragment that I don’t want to recall...

is also a segment that I must never forget.

Again, it reappears.

Baomu hugged his head, feeling that his hands were almost sinking into his skull.

Fate has never given up torturing himself.

again and again……

The cry of The Son of Light diminished, and it found something wrong with the owner's body. The little guy circled around Baomu's trembling body anxiously.

Baomu didn't know how long he had been kneeling here, or how long the Son of Light had been howling around it.

A familiar mechanical female voice brings him back to the game from memory.

Baomu raised his face in a daze, looking at everything in front of him, he felt like a world away.

"Attention internal players, attention internal players..." The cold female voice actually originated from the compass-shaped thing that Ah Zhen left before leaving, "The core area is opened for the second time, and the core area is invaded by players... the core The area is opened for the second time, and players have invaded the core area..."

The voice was faint but clear. Baomu put the compass close to his ear and heard every word of it clearly.

The same thing was repeated five times.

The desert opened again.

A player invaded...

Baomu touched the exhaustion on his face and stood up firmly.

The Son of Light gave a cheerful cry and jumped onto Baomu's feet.

Whether it is his own goal or Ah Zhen's goal, they all point to the same place.

Desert.

core zone.

After completing the message of the compass, the pointer on the disk spun quickly, and it didn't take long for it to point in one direction.

The direction of the desert.

Baomu picked up the Son of Light and set off without a word.