"Um."

Xicheng style nodded, and the two walked outward one by one.

The Son of White Mist leads the way.

Xicheng Style followed behind and looked thoughtfully at the flashing of his wrist...the three-wheeled black tattoo.

Ability that is absolutely taboo for the living.

Three-wheel purpose ability.

If you really want to say that, isn’t it the same for death?

Full of corrosiveness.

Just touching an item with it will cause it to corrupt and melt.

Why did the original owner use this ability?

Why can't others do it?

Xicheng style eyes flashed slightly.

This...is also a puzzle.

Three-wheeled ego, dead energy...

After going out this time, he would definitely ask Kawano Yayin or Kawano Ryoko about this question.

As members of the Gods Association, they might know something.

......

The cold first tomb land itself is a barren land.

Burying here is equivalent to eternal sleep for the sons of the Baiwu family of all generations.

Because they have the secret flower, they will not die.

But the immortal white mist will be resurrected again and again, and will continue to erode their memories and common sense again and again.

Until now—

"This is the imperial palace of the sons of the Baiwu family for all generations."

The White Mist Godzi turned off the flashlight and his eyes lowered.

In sight were the sons of the Paiwu family who were sitting neatly on the ground.

Even though their bodies have been eroded for so long, they are still as safe as before.

The immortal white mist kept overflowing from their bodies, and at the same time eroding the surrounding rock walls.

Perhaps due to the erosion of the immortal white mist, the surrounding rock walls emit a faint blue light.

But these are actually not what Xicheng style cares the most.

What made him care about was...

The countless dense flowers blooming and radiating light.

The rhizomes of these dense flowers eroded the blood of the sons of the gods and replaced the meridians to incite.

The crystal blue flower roots emerge from their noses, mouths, nails, chests, arms, navels, ears, and even eye sockets.

“It’s like a flower bed…”

The son of the White Mist murmured to himself.

That's right, as she said, the countless charming and secret flowers were entangled in the human body and had completely turned against each other.

Humanoid flower bed...

But even so.

The sons of the Baiwu family are still not dead.

Some of the Sons of God heard the movement and even unconsciously opened their turbid and emotional eyes and looked over.

This is completely a biological stress response.

With the continuous death and resurrection of the long years, the thinking ability and consciousness of these White Mist God Sons were all swallowed by the Immortal White Mist and the Immortal Flower.

They are now a bunch of unconsciously living pieces of meat, plagued by the curse of immortality.

"Let's go."

Xicheng style greeted him.

It is meaningless to stay here, so it is better to go deeper inside.

"I know, Shijun."

The Son of White Mur bowed to the Son of White Mur family who had completely lost their self.

He really bowed deeply.

Then, she bowed solemnly to Xicheng style.

This sudden action made Xicheng-style frown, but he did not avoid it, but received the gift from her right.

As if he noticed the Nishi-shiki-style frowning action, the White Mizuki-ji said, "I just want to thank you, Shijun."

She said, and turned around: "These people are the sons of the Baiwu family's past dynasties... In other words, they are all my predecessors. If there were no Shijun, my fate would probably be very different."

The White Mist God Son was touching the scene and could understand the West City style.

He stood beside the son of Baiwu and looked at the dense sea of ​​flowers growing on the human body.

As the light chips flew, the dense flowers became more and more mysterious.

It's so suffocating...

Looking at the scenery, Xicheng style asked:

"Do you need me to send them on the way?"

His voice was still as cold as ever, but when he said this, Bai Wu Shenzi could clearly feel that the other party was asking her for her opinion...

Maybe this is the Xicheng style way to care about people.

The son of the White Mist closed his eyes.

After a long time, her subtle and extremely complex voice came out:

"No, no need to trouble Shijun."

"Although it's painful... they're still alive..."

The Godzi of Baiwu opened his eyes: "As long as he is still alive... there is still hope."

"Maybe a miracle will happen?"

She muttered quietly.

As long as you are alive, there is hope.

As long as you are alive, a miracle may happen.

If you die, you will be gone.

This is what the son of White Mist thought.

"Then let's go."

West City style opening road.

He was not very confused about the way these Sons of God lived. He just asked me just to provide a method.

Since the son of Baiwu has chosen another path, it has nothing to do with him.

The reason why Xichengshi asked the son of Baiwu to have an opinion was that the other party had a somewhat subtle relationship with him.

After all, when the substitute spell exists, his connection with the White Mist God Son is very close.

"Yeah, let's go."

The Godzi of Baiwu followed behind Xicheng Style and walked towards the depths of the cave.

But when she was about to completely leave the Sea of ​​Secret Flowers, she suddenly turned around and took a deep look at the sons of White Mist behind her.

Bye now.

Sons of God.

This is the last word she left behind.

......

flower...

There is a dense flower that is half a human tall!

Different from the secret flower that the white mist gods outside, which has not yet grown completely.
To be continued...