The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin endured the pain, but "I" was resurrected with full blood.

[Brothers and sisters who have had related experiences are not sad about my death. 】

[As soon as the elf scout's face showed sadness, he saw me standing up again. 】

[The elf scout looked surprised, but the current situation was critical, so he didn't bother to ask any more questions. 】

[The last obstacle to our way out of the siege is the leader of the bee people. 】

[Not every bee-man has the ability to suck people. 】

[The bee leader can not only suck people in, but can also reach a distance of nearly twenty meters. 】

[The bee leader's tentacles pointed at the elf scout who was wielding a fifteen-meter-long knife. The elf scout's body flew towards the bee leader uncontrollably. 】

[At this point, I think it’s too late for rescue. 】

[But the elf scout is far stronger than I imagined. In the air, it reversed the direction of its scale shield to meet the bee leader's spear. 】

[The strong suction force and the relative force of the piercing force caused the spear to pierce the scale shield. 】

[Fortunately, the elf scout was small and nimble, and he escaped by turning his body behind the scale shield. 】

[The elf scout pierced the scale shield with a blow dart, shot it into the compound eye of the bee leader, passed through the brain, and passed through the body. 】

[The bee leader falls to the ground and dies. 】

Seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin was moved in his heart and wrote:

[I used the elf carving knife to cut off the tentacles of the bee leader and picked it up. 】

He then uses the "key" to teleport back.

[We finally broke out of the siege and escaped deep into the forest. 】

[At this point, we are exhausted. 】

[Dragling a heavy body, my brother, sister, and elf scouts and I were fighting the pursuers in the forest. 】

[At this point we are at the end of our strength. 】

[I almost couldn’t hold on any longer. At this moment, the clear cry of a child came from the distance: Wow...my fur dumpling is dead...]

[I was surprised and asked the knowledgeable elf scout: What is that sound? 】

[The elf scout's face showed panic: Oops, we seem to have encountered a dead spirit. 】

[The elf scout took out the lantern flower and recited a spell. The lantern flower pointed in the direction of the cry. 】

[The elf scout said with certainty: Ancestral Spirit Peak is indeed ahead. 】

[I steeled myself and asked the elf scout: Where is the Ancestral Spirit Peak? What is a lost soul? 】

[Elf Scout explained: I have heard a legend since I was a child. It is said that the Shadow Forest did not originally exist.

At that time, there was only one peak here, namely Zuling Peak.

On the top of the Ancestral Spirit Peak, there lived a group of invisible people.

They are formless and insubstantial.

They are as old as the Old Gods, born before the races came into existence.

They cannot reproduce and their numbers are limited.

They were supposed to live a carefree life on the top of Zuling Peak. One day, an invisible tribe came down secretly out of curiosity about the scenery under the peak.

It accidentally saw the old god who was fabricating the mountain. It thought it was invisible and as long as it didn't speak, the old god couldn't see it.

But the Old Gods see through everything.

After the old gods discovered it, they casually smoothed the newly fabricated mountain peak, and casually killed the other invisible tribes on the Ancestral Spirit Peak.

The Invisible Tribe himself, who was left alone on the mountain, was wandering alone under the Ancestral Spirit Peak.

The dead invisible people turned into energy and scattered under the Ancestral Spirit Peak, nourishing the earth and growing into a tall forest, which is now the Shadow Forest.

The only surviving invisible race lives in self-blame and guilt all day long. It does not dare to return to the top of Zuling Peak to avoid being saddened by the memories, and it is unwilling to leave Zuling Peak.

It always captures the creatures around Zuling Peak as its own people because it is too lonely.

But when it realizes that these creatures are not its own people, it tortures these creatures to death.

When a creature dies, it will feel guilty again and cry under the Ancestral Spirit Peak all day long.

We call it - mourning. 】

Zhao Chuanxin thought it was a bit nonsense.

He wrote:

[I asked: What would happen if you meet a bereaved person? 】

[The elf scout said with certainty: He will be treated as a tribesman and tortured to death. 】

Zhao Chuanxin wrote again:

[I asked: If everyone was tortured to death by it, how did the story spread? 】

[The elf scout is speechless. 】

[The elf scout insists on his opinion: In short, encountering the dead spirit is more terrifying than facing the wasp and snake people, because we cannot kill it at all because it is intangible and insubstantial. 】

[At this time, the enemy has been chasing nearby, and the bees are flapping their wings loudly. 】

[I asked: You have killed the leader of the bees, why are they not afraid? 】

[The elf scout replied: The bees only obey the orders of the queen bee, and the leader of the bees is only responsible for fighting. Once the queen bee gives the order, the bees will fight to the death. 】

[My brother interrupted and said: We have no retreat. We will die when facing the bees, but we still have a glimmer of hope when facing the dead. 】

[I want to ask for that person’s opinion. 】

Zhao Chuanxin also hesitated.

The main reason is that he has lingering fears about losing his life span.

But after only hesitating for a moment, he wrote:

[I decided to move on. 】

[We continue to head towards Zuling Peak. 】

[The bees are extremely fast, and the large team has already caught up with us. 】

[We were about to turn back and fight when we suddenly heard crying right next to us: Wuwuwu...are you all my tribesmen? It's great that so many people are still alive. 】

[The bees did not stop attacking and threw their stabbing spears one after another. 】

[We raised our scale shields to resist, but the rain of spears was not thrown. 】

[I looked up curiously and saw that the spears were halfway flying and falling to the ground. 】

[The voice of an angry child came from the void: You are not my people, my people are very kind. I'm going to kill you! 】

[One by one, the bee-men suddenly had their wings broken, their bellies cut open, their limbs broken, and they fell to the ground one after another. The rest attacked the void, but their thrusting spears failed one after another. 】

[The bee people know no fear and go on and on, but death follows them like a shadow. 】

Bee people are really tough!

[In a moment, all the bees died. 】

[I can’t help but feel horrified. The power of the lost spirit is simply not something we can defeat. 】

Zhao Chuanxin also felt a little upset.

Maybe it was right to just turn around and fight the bees?

[While I was in a daze looking at the corpses of bees everywhere, the voice of the dead sounded in my ears: Are you one of my tribesmen? 】

[My hands and feet feel cold and I dare not move. 】

Zhao Chuanxin also became nervous. He must not trust the idiot "me" at this time.

He quickly lowered his head and glanced at the old sacred altar. Seeing that the energy was fully charged, he directly opened the holy light channel to the maximum.

His consciousness instantly entered the "Old God Code".

Zhao Chuanxin directed "I".

"I" said: "Yes, I am your tribe, you piece of shit, the humblest existence among the invisible tribe, you have no ability, why are you wandering around here?"

Zhao Chuanxin was frightened when he saw the elf scout and his siblings. After hearing "my" words, he even showed a look of despair.

If you anger the dead soul, can you still live?

They said nothing, their bodies trembling, waiting for death to come.

No matter how you run, you can't escape, and you can't fight.

However, the voice of the bereaved child suddenly became cheerful: "What is a dog? I am so capable. I can make all the sounds in the world, and I can make the most beautiful music."

"I" followed Zhao Chuanxin's command and said disdainfully: "Really? You little brat, please play Luden's Echo for me now!"

Shanngling was stunned: "This... I can't do it."

"What? Not even Luden's Echo? Where's the Demacia March?"

Sangling's voice was a little frustrated: "Me, I can't do it either."

"I" scolded him with all his face: "You can't do this, you can't do that, what else can you do? How could we, the invisible tribe, have a waste like you? Now I ask you, do you know how to play Noxian Rhapsody?" "

The mourning voice cried: "I, I, I won't..."

"Shurima Symphony?"

"I won't……"

"Where's Bandel's Lullaby?"

"I won't……"

"You know nothing, why are you bragging to me?"

"I, I, I can sing the songs of birds in the forest, I can make the chirping sounds of furballs..."

I'm sorry...the elf scout and the three siblings were dumbfounded.

His face was full of expressions of "This will work, don't lie to me."

"I" continued to spit: "Now let me ask you, how long has it been since you returned to Zuling Peak?"

The voice of the lost soul came from the void, very low: "Since you were killed by the old gods, I have never gone back."

Zhao Chuanxin could feel "I" was weak and needed to replenish his strength.

If "I" fainted at this time, it would really be a matter of life or death.

Zhao Chuanxin had to find a way to coax the mourning souls first.

"I" said: "Since being injured by the old god, I have been weak. Now, I need to rest. I ask you, can you protect my safety?"

For a while, no sound was heard.

Zhao Chuanxin was burning with anxiety.

The mournful voice sounded again: "I remember, you always bullied me a long time ago."

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

Is there any bullying among invisible tribes?

Aren't you going to overturn your car?

Is it over-acting and bringing back some unpleasant memories?

But the shelf must not fall down.

"I" said: "You loser, you used to always complain about this and that. Just now I heard you crying from afar. I just ask you, can you protect my safety this time?"

Sanling said aggrievedly: "Yes, I will not let the old gods kill you this time. You can rest."

Zhao Chuanxin let out a sigh of relief.

Exit the "Code of Old Gods" and quickly close it.

He couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

You have to find a way to appease it and get away as soon as possible.

Because he wanted to solve this problem as soon as possible so as not to delay subsequent progress, Zhao Chuanxin stayed in Suzhou for another day.

During the day, he studied the old sacred fire, but couldn't figure out how to use it.

The scale shield was a half-body shield, but it was not heavy at all. Zhao Chuanxin lifted it up and felt that it only weighed four or five kilograms, but it could block rifle bullets. The dense scales on it can also absorb the impact.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't understand what was going on with the bee leader's tentacles.

You also have to ask the elf scouts.

In the evening, he opened the "Code of the Old Gods" as usual.

As a result, it was a critical hit as soon as I opened the book.

[I had a good rest, and just when I opened my eyes, I heard a frustrated voice in the void saying: You are not one of my tribesmen! 】

Zhao Chuanxin broke out in cold sweat.

This is the rhythm of losing your life span.

Writing too slowly, he opened the Holy Light Channel without saying a word.

"I" said fiercely: "What nonsense are you talking about? Can you try another one?"

Shang Ling was silent for a while and said timidly: "Hey, I was joking."

"I" snorted: "You stay here, I have to go out to do important things."

The mourning voice became panicked: "No, I don't want you to leave, the old gods are outside."

Zhao Chuanxin had a toothache.

How can I go back and submit the mission when I have been pestered by this bad guy?

If you don't turn in the quest, how can you get the Furious Armor?

"I" can't be trapped at the foot of Zuling Peak for the rest of my life, right?

Then how can we gain lifespan in the future?

Zhao Chuanxin fell into thinking.

Maybe it was because "I" didn't reply for too long, so Shanngling carefully probed: "Are you angry?"

"I" ignored it and asked the elf scout: "Do you know the secret that the bee-man's tentacles can suck people in?"

The elf scout shook his head: "That is the secret of the bees. Only excellent bee warriors have this ability. They can not only suck people, but also objects. Once the spear falls, they can suck it up. .”

Zhao Chuanxin was disappointed.

At this time, I heard the mourning soul say happily: "I know, if you ask me, I will tell you."

"I" was furious: "Zhuo, I haven't put on the roof for three days, and I'm turning against you? You bitch, hurry up!"

The lost soul said in frustration: "Okay. There is a piranha's throat in the bee-man's tentacles."

"I" asked: "What is the pipe of the piranha flower used for?"

Sangling said: "Piranha eat flesh. If a creature approaches them, they will use their throats to suck the creature in and swallow it."

"I" said: "What does the throat tube look like? How to use it?"

There was no movement.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't see the mourning spirit and didn't know what it was doing.

Several people looked at each other.

Just as I was getting impatient, a huge plant suddenly fell from the sky and fell to the ground.

There is a huge flower at the front of the plant.

The mourning spirit said cheerfully: "This is the piranha. I'll cut it into pieces and show it to you."

After saying that, the piranha on the ground began to decompose miserably on its own, and a hard object the size of a little fingernail appeared on the stem. The hard object flew in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

The mourning spirit said: "This is the throat of the piranha. Do you see the recess? As long as there is a roller that rotates in the recess, the opening below will generate suction. There are stinging hairs in the bee-man's tentacles, which can act as rollers to rotate here. , that’s the secret.”

After it finished speaking, a stone on the ground fell into pieces, and a small piece of it turned into the shape of a mini abacus bead. It flew to the groove of the piranha's throat and started spinning. It looked like a mouse wheel, only as small as rice grains.

A stone on the ground was immediately sucked up.

Zhao Chuanxin took a look and realized that this was similar to the Phoenix Mysterious Ring. It could also be made into a ring with small mechanisms.

But this time he wanted to make a metal ring himself. He couldn't make it from bones, as it would be too fragile.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that the dead soul knew more than the elf scouts, so he asked it: "Do you know how to use the old sacred fire?"

As soon as he said this, the surrounding branches and leaves moved without any wind, as if they were the precursor of an earthquake.

Shanling said angrily: "You can't use the things of the old gods. The old gods are our enemies!"

Zhao Chuanxin was shocked.

Is this bitch so angry?

I couldn't just be arrogant. "I" quickly comforted the mourning soul with a gentle tone: "Okay, okay, don't lose your temper. Isn't it okay not to mention the old gods?"

The tremors around him subsided.

Zhao Chuanxin was speechless, how strong is the soul?

Definitely more powerful than the Night Watchmen of Hell Path, perhaps only below the Old Gods and Demon Lords.

He sent the throat pipe back and was about to speak when the time came and his consciousness was stripped away.

Zhao Chuanxin quickly closed the "Old God Code".

Completely obsessed with mourning.

Zhao Chuanxian decided not to stay.

Early the next morning, after washing, he said to Benjamin Goldberg: "Let's set off today."

Benjamin Goldberg has been running wild recently. This small bridge and flowing water seem novel at first, but become boring after seeing it too much.

He jumped up happily and said, "Great, Master, let's go to Hankou where Zhao Yixian mentioned it. Maybe we can study and build cars."

Only Zhao Yixian was not very willing to travel, but he could only endure the hardship of traveling by boat in order to seek immortality.

After settling the bill with the shopkeeper, the shopkeeper wanted a discount.

Zhao Chuanxin bullies his superiors and flatters his subordinates. He specializes in dealing with all kinds of dissatisfaction, but he will not default on the people's debts. He will pay as much as he deserves.

The shopkeeper looked very grateful, but after collecting the money, when Zhao Chuanxin, the three of them and the dog went out, he spat: "What the fuck!"

That is to say, Zhao Chuanxin didn't hear it, otherwise he might be beaten into a pig's head.

After leaving the house, Zhao Chuanxin found that there were a few patrol officers missing to help him look after the door and the car.

The ones left behind also looked very worried.

One of the men helped him yesterday. He was very attentive and easily convinced the shopkeeper.

So Zhao Chuanxin asked one more question: "What happened?"

The patrolman cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Zhao, to be honest, there are many salt gangsters in Taihu Lake. When they are not selling salt, they often do things like intercepting and robbing ships. One of these gangs is very famous. He has done a lot of big business, and his leader is called Jin Kunxiu. Jin Kunxiu is not a big deal, but Jin Kunxiu's wife is also a famous Taihu female thief. Anyway, early this morning, some brothers saw Jin Kunxiu entering the city at the city gate. No, everyone went to ambush and capture the Taihu thief. It's a pity that I was not present for such a glorious event..."