Vol 2 Chapter 1240: Forgetful Village, Gu Qingquan, Talk about Pro

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The area of this Mass Burial Valley is beyond Xu Zimo's imagination.

The distance between east and west is mainly hundreds of thousands of square kilometers, and the valley is so large that it covers almost half a half ghost area.

There are countless tombstones and graves here.

There is no other reason, because all the dead in the battle between ghosts and gods are buried here.

There are gods and ghosts.

When you come here, you can even hear the wailing of ghosts and gods.

There is no one in Liao, except for the black crows and the gloomy vultures, there are no living creatures.

Under the black soil, there are often half-covered white bones exposed, looking very crippled.

Xu Zimo descended from the gloomy sky above his head and stood at the front entrance of the Mass Burial Valley.

Behind him, the huge body of the Red Blade Bull Demon followed closely.

Although Xu Zimo was leaving early, the Red Blade Bull Demon was the great sage, and the speed was naturally faster.

Being able to perceive Xu Zimo's position will naturally catch up.

"The battle is over," Xu Zimo asked.

"how's it going?"

"The Madman Chu is really overbearing, I can't even get involved," the red blade bull demon laughed.

"The Evil Demon King is temporarily avoiding his edge, and may want to wait until his peak strength recovers before he fights."

"It has nothing to do with us," Xu Zimo said.

"After taking the inheritance of the Wood God Jumang, it's time to leave this Ghost God Realm."

"It's so deadly," the Red Blade Bull Demon nodded, then turned his head and glanced at Mass Burial Valley.

Ordinary people may only see the gloomy air, but his Great Sage's realm is already in the slightest.

Many things can be perceived.

Death aura permeates the land for thousands of miles, if an ordinary person enters, he will be directly turned into bones by death aura.

"Master, this place is too deadly, even if you go in, you won't be able to stay for long," the red blade bull demon reminded.

"It's too dangerous, how many people died here."

"I don't know how many people died, but I heard that even after that battle, the Ghost God Realm has no light anymore.

Since then, the sun has fallen, enough to imagine the tragic fierce battle," Xu Zimo replied.

"Don't enter this Mass Burial Valley first, look around, maybe there is any way."

"When I first came, I saw a village at the foot of the mountain. The Lord can go and inquire about it," said the Red Blade Bull Demon.

Xu Zimo nodded.

The Mass Burial Valley was on a high slope, and he walked down the high slope, and underneath was a vibrant jungle.

Unlike the lifelessness of Gaopo, there are two worlds here, with birds and flowers, and green trees.

After Xu Zimo walked down the hillside, he was full of vitality everywhere. At the entrance of the small village, there were two huge ginseng trees.

This ginseng tree does not grow ginseng fruit, but the tree is shaped like a human, and it looks very old.

Strangely, the ginseng tree on the left still has two very long beards.

"Young man, welcome to our Forgetful Village," Xu Zimo just walked to the door, and the ginseng tree said directly.

"Forgetful Village," Xu Zimo said softly.

"You are also going to Mass Burial Valley," Ginseng Tree continued to ask.

"How do you know?" Xu Zimo asked.

"Here, there are no people here all year round, except for the Mass Burial Valley, almost no one comes to our Forgetful Village," Ginseng Shu replied.

"Then do you have a way?" Xu Zimo said.

"I think the Mass Burial Valley is extremely dead, I am afraid it will be difficult to get in."

"In our Forgetful Village, there is a Wang Qingquan named Gu Qingquan.

As long as you drink this spring water, you can walk through this mass grave valley at will without being affected," said the ginseng tree at the door.

"Then how to exchange this spring water?" Xu Zimo asked again.

"It's not anxious in advance, it's fun to have friends coming from afar," the ginseng tree laughed.

With a wave of his hand, the thick branches waved, and the entire void waved.

Inside the forgetful village, there were a few hearty laughs.

Immediately afterwards, several old men walked out of it, and these old men looked very old.

Their clothes are woven from leaves, and their beards are like tree whiskers.

Even the hair is considered to be in the shape of a leaf, like a creature born of a combination of humans and trees.

All of them have been trained for thousands of years and have turned into humanoid tree spirits.

"My son, welcome to the Forgetful Village.

We have already prepared the banquet, and we hope to enjoy the gathering," said the old man who came to the front with a smile.

"I'll beg for some Gu Qingquan," Xu Zimo said.

"Let's stay with us for the party today. When we leave tomorrow, we will naturally give the son some spring water," the old man said.

Xu Zimo frowned slightly, but didn't say much, so he let the old man lead the way and walked into the village together.

As soon as he entered the village, Xu Zimo discovered that, except for a few old men, there were all beautiful women.

They stood on both sides of the village streets, holding garlands, and were welcoming Xu Zimo's arrival.

"What does this mean?" Xu Zimo asked.

"This is the welcoming ceremony of our forgetful village, the son doesn't need to care," the old man smiled and said.

Following the old man's figure, Xu Zimo came to an open flat ground. UU reading www.uganshu.com

The flat ground was filled with various pastries and fruits, and the aroma of fine wine filled the village.

Smell the fragrance, it makes people feel refreshed and overwhelmed.

At this moment, the sky slowly dimmed.

"My son, please," the old man waved his hand, allowing Xu Zimo to achieve the top position.

Immediately after these elders sat down, a bonfire suddenly ignited on both sides, and the atmosphere became lively.

Dance music sounded, and against the background of several dancers, a woman in Western style clothes took a lotus step and danced in the center of the bonfire.

"The son is drinking," the old man raised his glass and smiled at Xu Zimo.

Xu Zimo is also rare to relax, so naturally he is not polite, toasting and drinking a few glasses.

After drinking wine, the heat flows from the inside out for a while, the warm current flows through the internal organs, and the whole body is extremely comfortable.

"Good wine," he sighed with emotion.

"What does the son do to go to Mass Burial Valley?" The old man looked at Xu Zimo and asked with a smile.

"My house is in the half-ghost area," Xu Zimo replied casually.

"I wonder who else is in the son's family?" the old man asked again.

"I haven't returned home for a long time. I don't know how many people are left now," Xu Zimo said, shaking his head.

"This Gu Qingquan, please rely on the elderly."

"It's okay," the old man said with a smile, pointing to the woman in the middle of the dance step.

"This is my little girl, more than twenty this year.

Since childhood, he is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy. "

"The elderly don't want to say kisses," Xu Zimo smiled.

"There are ghosts everywhere in the Mass Burial Valley, and the journey is extremely dangerous. The way forward is uncertain.

The son might as well stay, get married with my little girl, and spend the rest of his life in our forgetful village.