The Master of the Strange Realm

Witness a new myth. "

The voice was obviously male, so Jenkins was relieved. If it was a female voice, he would suspect that the Lord of Flowers might come to talk to him at any time with the help of that body.

He was sure that just as the sage never used a male body to walk in the material world, the Lord of Flowers would not use the body of a male elf to talk to him.

The gray-robed man also did not have an umbrella. After singing in the rain, he did not raise his head, and still let his face be covered by the hood of his robe. He probably knew with extra perception that the two people on the other side were close to the stream, so he stopped singing and said to them:

"Although there is one more than I thought, welcome to both of you, honorable people, it is my honor to prepare the test for you here."

He said in an exaggerated voice that sounded like he was reciting poetry. Jenkins inexplicably felt that he had heard this voice before.

"Meow~"

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

"Don't be nervous, there is no danger in this strange place, and there is no possibility of failure. Although it is rude to let you two get wet in the rain, this is not the rule I set, please forgive me. In addition, this time in the strange land, all abilities, items and rituals that are not related to life are prohibited. This is the highest rule of this strange land, and you two need to be patient. "

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

"The rules are simple. There will be some corpses floating down from the upper reaches. You two please pick them up from the water and bury them. I don't know how many corpses there are, but it shouldn't be a big deal. "

The sound in the rain is also very clear, ensuring that Jenkins and Sigrid can hear it clearly. But Jenkins looked at the surrounding cobblestone beach:

"Excuse me, bury it here?"

There may be soil in the dark woodland behind him, but Jenkins did not want to leave the range covered by the light of the stream.

"Yes, bury it here. Just cover the surface of the corpse, which should be considered a hard job. "

The elf on the other side said.

Jenkins looked at his cousin, and Sigrid shook her head at Jenkins, indicating that she had no questions. So Jenkins had no questions either. Seeing that the rain was quite heavy, he was somewhat embarrassed to consider whether to use the seeds to grow a tree to shelter from the rain.

Chapter 1777 Chapter 1749 Dad's Corpse

The rain hit the pebbles and streams, making a rhythmic and dense sound.

Jenkins hesitated for a moment, and did not use [Origin of Life] to grow trees to shelter from the rain. The general rule of the strange realm is that an ability can only be used once, and he is not sure whether he will need this ability in the future. Although the rituals of life can be reused, Jenkins has not learned the rituals of growing plants. The few elven rituals taught by the old elf are more combat-oriented.

"Do you know the ritual of growing plants quickly?"

Jenkins then asked his companions. Sigrid came from the Church of Nature, so there is no reason why she would not know this ritual.

"Yes, but it takes time to arrange, and some materials are needed... and I didn't bring waterproof chalk. "

The blonde girl said in embarrassment, guessing Jenkins' idea of ​​growing trees to avoid the rain. Jenkins then looked up at the dark rainy sky that seemed like an abyss, and could only wait patiently for the corpse to float over.

In fact, it is also possible to grow a tree with a cane. This C-type gift belongs to the life type, and the gift can always be used in the strange realm. But considering that Jenkins had used this weapon as a believer of lies, the lady around him was extra sensitive to the spirit of life. If he rashly used the cane, Sigrid might see the clue.

Of course he believed in Sigrid, but at the same time he also thought that there was no need to take risks to avoid getting wet in the rain, so the two could only continue to get wet in the rain. Of course, Jenkins would take good care of the lady and would not let her get sick.

Although the stream in front of him was not turbulent, the stream was very wide, because the light It is difficult to judge the depth because of the reason. Listening to the sound of rain, Jenkins gradually relaxed. The sound of rain hitting the stream and pebbles has a strange rhythm. Immersed in this sound, Jenkins vaguely touched some indescribable feelings.

It is difficult to describe. Jenkins believes that if he works harder, he may be able to get some inspiration from the sound of rain, inspiration about nature.

"Here it comes~"

The lady next to him pointed to the dark stream upstream, and Jenkins looked over. Sure enough, he saw a black thing floating down the stream. Jenkins was relieved when the thing approached. He was originally worried that the so-called corpse would present a terrible appearance like a giant, but in fact, the floating one looked more like a sleeping person, with no wounds, no swelling, and no corpse spots.

"But why does that person look so familiar? "

He asked Sigrid to wait in the shallows, and then he waded into the stream. The water was not deep, but it was so cold that Jenkins couldn't help shivering. He moved the cat to his chest pocket, and then dragged the body back to the shore with great effort.

No terrible thing happened as imagined, such as the body resurrecting. After Sigrid also reached out, the two of them moved the body to the pebble beach, and Jenkins finally saw the face of the body:

"Dad?"

"Is it Papa Oliver?"

Sigrid also recognized the face. The old man with his eyes closed and his face as white as paper was Dad.

"No, it's not true. Don't worry. "

She wiped the rain off her face, looked up and said to Jenkins, who had a normal expression and no emotional fluctuations because of the corpse:

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

If the key was so easily invalid, Dad wouldn't have to struggle with the curse for so many years.

Jenkins put his finger on the forehead of the corpse:

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

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

"So... do we bury him now?"

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

"Wait a minute."

As she said that, she reached into the pocket of the corpse's coat, but found nothing. Jenkins thought about it and started to bury the body.

There was no soil around, so they could only lay the body flat and then pick up some pebbles to pile on the body. Although it was a bit cumbersome and it was raining, compared with the previous strange places, this was really simple.

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

"Do you think the existence of the immortal is reasonable?"

"It is unreasonable. It disrupts the order and cycle of life and death."

Jenkins replied.

"It is unreasonable. Life and death are both processes of life. The immortal is a defective person."

Sigrid also replied.

"But God is also immortal."

The corpse said again, and his hand suddenly grabbed Jenkins' hand:

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

Jenkins frowned, and saw from the corner of his eye that his cousin was surprised but did not intend to express an opinion, so he continued:

"Generations of human beings are born and die. This number is related to the energy limit of the material world. This is the way of nature. Immortality means the continuous consumption of the resources of the material world. Adding a constant amount to the overall fluctuation of the number of humans violates the principles of nature. So I said that this disrupts the order of life and death. Sequence.

But gods are different. Their total number is limited, and gods will improve the rules of the world and increase the upper limit of the world. Their immortality is the same as the immortality of the world. In a sense, gods are the world. "

"Life and death are both natural?"

The corpse asked again, Jenkins nodded, shook off the hand holding him, and continued to pick up pebbles not far away:

"Of course, nature is everything, everything has life and death, so life and death are natural. Nature is great, yes, quite great, and embraces everything."

There is no need to say the second half of the sentence, which he added on his own initiative.

Hearing this, the corpse smiled and stopped talking, allowing Jenkins and Sigrid to cover it little by little with pebbles. In the end, there was only a human-shaped protrusion left on the ground, but the color of the clothes could be vaguely seen in the gaps between the pebbles.

Jenkins hugged Sigrid, making the shivering girl a little warm. Then the two slowly stepped back, watching the green flames pouring out of the gaps between the pebbles.

The flame was unusually charming and was not affected by the heavy rain at all. The small flame grew rapidly against the rain, and the flame jumped and danced in the air, but there was no sound at all. It appeared and disappeared abruptly, and the human-shaped protrusion on the ground was gradually flattened.

Chapter 1778 Chapter 1750 The Way of Natural Balance

The green flame gradually faded, and when the surrounding darkness came again, Jenkins and the others walked forward cautiously. He knelt on one knee on the pebbles and dug away the warm pebbles. There was no corpse below, only a layer of white ash. The white ash roughly formed the shape of a human figure, and there was a thumb-sized cylindrical glass bottle at the heart of the human figure.

There was nothing in the bottle, and the stopper was also of ordinary style. But when he picked it up, Jenkins suddenly felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, and then he understood the reason for this throbbing:

"This is a gift!"

He blurted out, and the elf on the opposite bank also said:

"This is the 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 the [Holy Spring Water Bottle] in the Flower Forest and is worshipped in the temple on the island in the middle of Yueluo Lake all year round.

Fill the bottle with water, and every 72 hours, you can convert a portion of holy spring water that can heal any non-mystical external injuries. Injuries less than full-body fractures will heal immediately; injuries greater than full-body fractures and less than limbs being chopped into minced meat will take at least 3 hours to recover. But please note that holy spring water can only be stored in the bottle. If it is not consumed within 10 seconds after it is taken out, it will immediately become invalid."

"Meow~"

Chocolate's two small cat ears stretched out from Jenkins' pocket, and he would not stretch them back even if the rain wet them.

"Is it really a gift?"

Sigrid asked in surprise. Like most gift givers, she had not seen many gifts.

"Yes, it is."

After hesitating for a moment, he put the bottle in her hand:

"Do you feel anything?"

Jenkins asked.

"What feeling? Oh, I understand, no, this gift did not choose me."

"What a pity..."

Jenkins took it back in disappointment. If [Holy Spring Water Bottle] chose Sigrid, then this gift would belong to her. In this way, Jenkins would find an excuse to get the World Tree Seed back. Although the two are not equal in value, at least he paid part of the price, and the rest can be found later.

"This is yours, I can't have it."

Probably sensing Jenkins' intention to give it away, the blond girl blushed and returned the bottle to Jenkins. Because she was a little cold, the two of them were still almost touching each other, which made the young lady a little uncomfortable.

"Well, actually, this is really of no use to me. I can also treat similar injuries. It's not difficult."

As he spoke, he shook the bottle in his hand, and then it fell into a quiet sleep in his soul.

"It seems like flowers are indeed more generous than death."

Jenkins thought in his mind, pressed the chocolate back into his pocket again with his fingers, and looked at the upper reaches of the stream with Sigrid.

The elf on the other side picked up the lute again, this time with some distant and sad poetry:

"The oldest legend,

The story that gave birth to the undead.

It is the sad story of sad people,

Who can understand?

The one you love is far away,

Those who know the heart will never farewell,

The pity person is not here,

Acquaintances are forgotten.

Life originated from the beginning,

Life ends in death.

The way of nature lies in circulation,

Changeless,

Only the stars in the sky,

and God in your heart. "

There was nothing unusual about the singing, but the sad tone made both Jenkins and Sigrid very uncomfortable. The two of them looked into the dark distance in the rain, trying not to listen to the elves singing over and over again.

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

He still went into the water to pull the body, and after dragging it ashore, he examined it in the dim light. Jenkins still recognized the body this time. It was Scrooge Pompey who died in the hands of Mr. Hood.

Jenkins explained Pompeii's identity and story to his cousin, and then very dissatisfied, he dragged the body to the place where the first body was buried, where there were a lot of cobblestones.

"Really, you're still causing trouble for me after you die."

Jenkins complained that he was not so polite to the corpse. He picked up the pebbles and threw them directly on the corpse instead of placing them carefully as before.

Seeing Jenkins' childish actions, Sigrid smiled on her face. She reached up and brushed back her hair, which was stuck to her body by the rain, and then bent down to pick up pebbles with Jenkins.

This time the progress was very fast, but unlike last time, this time the body was soaked and turned white, and it didn't speak until it was almost completely covered:

"You killed me."

"I didn't kill you."