Yuan En Ye Hui: "See you next time..."
Obviously, there were many things on her lips, but she couldn't ask them. Why was Zhao Mingyu so nice to her? This must have come at a price...
After Zhao Mingyu sent Yuan En Ye Hui away, he came to the top of the cloud again, where he could let go of himself and vent his emotions every time.
Everything in Avalon seemed very dreamy. The strange plants emitted a faint glow at night. Zhao Mingyu condensed his soul power and butterflies fluttered in the bushes.
A Midsummer Night's Dream...
The next day.
Zhao Mingyu clapped his hands and thought: "I want to laugh when I think of them still taking the final exams. I have escaped from the sea of suffering in advance. What else should I do today..."
"Grandpa? Did he send me a message?" Zhao Mingyu hurriedly began to read.
"It's already five rings, very good, extreme effort!" Zhao Mingyu said this as soon as he saw it.
"I have some ideas about the magic that I have been thinking about for a long time. Now it seems that there is still a chance of success. There is enough time." Zhao Mingyu thought that the plan was still under control.
"Let's go check the place we marked last time, evil soul master..." Zhao Mingyu came to the secret hiding place again... For
the time being, he didn't sense any new breath. Perhaps they would never come again. Evil soul masters practice with the resentment generated by death, and there is no resentment here.
"If a large number of people die, then the evil soul masters' practice speed will increase sharply... Then the first task of those behind the scenes will be to provoke wars on various continents. Will it really happen?" Zhao Mingyu became more and more afraid. Once it starts, can he really stop the disaster from happening?
"Leave the evil soul masters to the Federation. I'll still focus on the Abyss. As long as there are people, there will always be evil soul masters. This is inevitable!" Zhao Mingyu thought involuntarily.
After checking for so long, he still didn't get any information. Zhao Mingyu was a little discouraged: "Use the dark soul power to sense it..."
Zhao Mingyu suddenly thought of the original soul guide device of Yuan En Yehui's fallen angel martial soul tail. Sure enough, under the resonance of evil and darkness, Zhao Mingyu found a faint breath.
"But I can't sense the specific location of the evil soul master, alas." Zhao Mingyu sensed it confidently, and the clues stopped here.
After leaving here, Zhao Mingyu took it to the abandoned factory again, ready to check here as well, not to miss any clues.
At this time, Wu Changkong called: "Where are you now?"
"Teacher Wu, I'm at Shrek Academy, and I met an evil soul master on the way... I don't have to take the final exam..." Zhao Mingyu replied.
Wu Changkong asked Zhao Mingyu other things, and after confirming that Zhao Mingyu was fine, he hung up the phone. Wu Changkong's expression became serious again. It was the evil soul master again. He lost a lot because of this.
After hanging up the phone,
"I left too hastily last time, and those bodies were not buried..." Zhao Mingyu looked at the steel factory in the normal dense forest. The supporting iron pillars were already rusty.
One, two...
Zhao Mingyu has found the remains of 28 bodies, which is far more than what he saw last time.
Zhao Mingyu always felt something pressing on his heart. He felt a little uncomfortable. He held onto the wall. A cool breeze blew over him. It was like the howling of ghosts and wolves, but he didn't care...
Zhao Mingyu came to the last place. On the wall, there were a few scarlet words written in blood.
"Live..."
The clothes were all weathered away, and the pale bones were reflected in Zhao Mingyu's eyes. This was the one who had died the longest, and the 29th one.
Zhao Mingyu knew the age of the bones with a glance. She was probably a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old. Zhao Mingyu was still very afraid of corpses and skeletons.
"This is..." Zhao Mingyu picked up a small cross.
"Before you died, did this make you feel at ease?" Zhao Mingyu asked the air.
...
"Is it the last time? I can only collect your bodies." Zhao Mingyu used his soul power to lift up the skeleton and strode out.
Walking on the gloomy corridor, there were various patterns painted on the wall, as well as the blood of various people, all showing their cruelty.
"Do I want to be a partner of justice? It's a joke." Zhao Mingyu laughed at himself and stopped looking at the blood paintings. It affected his mentality too much. He could hear their participation before death and the inhuman abuse they suffered, and even...
Walking outside, Zhao Mingyu took a deep breath and came to an open place. He dug twenty-nine pits with the holy sword. How could the holy sword be so unchanging?
Zhao Mingyu only found twenty-nine, but Zhao Mingyu speculated that the evil soul master had killed at least thousands of people and buried them one by one.
Countless flowers grew quickly from the newly dug soil, and soon the place was full of colorful flowers.
The petals are layered and tightly together. The stamens are light yellow, which looks particularly beautiful surrounded by petals. Red, pink, white, purple, blue... have covered the land of the dead...
After Zhao Mingyu finished, he found something wrong: "There is a subtle difference between today and the past few days..."
Zhao Mingyu released his battle armor and flew towards the sky. At high altitude, he clearly found the code here, the earth veins. The evil soul master used the energy of the earth veins to break through the Title Douluo in one fell
swoop! "It's still a ground vein full of evil spirits. It's good that I cut it off after I found it. If the draft is not good, something fierce will appear..." Zhao Mingyu looked down at the abandoned factory from the sky.
From what he saw, he could vaguely observe that something was wrong. It must be abandoned here. The black mist was lingering above the abandoned factory...
"It's incredible. Why didn't I notice anything? Am I assimilated in there?" Zhao Mingyu couldn't think of anything.
Three evil-breaking swords appeared in his hands. He picked up one with his right hand, brushed it a few times, and injected soul power. With a flash of cold light, the whole sword pierced into the connection like lightning...
Then Zhao Mingyu took out another sword, and with two sounds, Zhao Mingyu fell to the ground.
Zhao Mingyu murmured: "Perhaps it's not an exaggeration to call this place a different world."
The gloomy and bleak sunlight enveloped this strange forest. There was a forest that was
so quiet that it seemed as if everything was sleeping in the fear of death. The figures of ghosts and the creepy cries can make people have the illusion of being in the underworld. The thick and towering strange plants, the nameless insects with enchanting colors, everything looks so unusual.
"Is this what the real place looks like? Even I can't sense it." Everything around was normal except the flowers just now, but in the abnormal environment, the normal ones seemed very weird.
The forest was filled with erratic mist, but it was surprisingly quiet, as if no living creature had ever set foot here. Even the sunlight was distorted. This was the place of death and the end.
Zhao Mingyu's battle armor had been released from his body, automatically dispelling these evil spirits. The bright starlight did not allow any evil to approach.
The abandoned factory had shown its true posture. It was about to wake up, and it was following Zhao Mingyu's breath.
The silence was gloomy, and the wind outside was howling coldly. From time to time, the rustling of leaves could be heard. It was getting dark, and the light here was swallowed up.
The three evil-breaking swords had been swallowed by the black mud, and everything returned to calm.
But the huge eyes stared straight at the place where Zhao Mingyu had just been...