Chapter 396 The Connector Overlord

Worm of time?

Bai Bing was stunned for a moment. He remembered that he had encountered such a thing in Wuyou Township, the place where Taoist Nanxuan lived.

This thing is equivalent to a memory backup. After being implanted in the brain, the memory will be restored to a certain moment in the past after a period of time.

Because of this, Wuyou Township has always been in the "reincarnation".

Why do we meet here?

He turned his head and looked around.

It was dim, and the surrounding area was pitch black, filled with large and small grave mounds, dead vines and old trees, but no crows.

He didn't feel any danger signs either.

He increased his vigilance and continued walking, preparing to follow the route around the restricted area.

After walking about five or six miles, he saw a light ahead and figures moving around, so he walked over.

It was a tent. There were monks setting up camp here, setting up a bonfire, and some people were sitting cross-legged, feeling that there were bugs piercing their skin and catching dust from the wind.

He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "What a coincidence, you also entered the restricted area by mistake?"

The monk sitting cross-legged closed his eyes and paid no attention.

The monk who was adding firewood glanced at him and laughed loudly: "It is rare that you can reach this cemetery safely with a radius of hundreds of miles."

There is a long scar on his face, and his face is full of flesh and rough.

Bai Bing said: "It's not good for you to boast so much. I worked hard to get here. How did you do it?"

Another monk who came over with firewood glanced at him and said nothing.

But the scarred man smiled and said: "This is a dangerous place, so of course we have survival skills and a way to get out."

"What technique?" Bai Bing asked.

The scarred man pointed to the dead tree in the distance, "Go chop wood, don't be idle."

Bai Bing understood that as long as he could get information, there was nothing wrong with doing some work. He lifted the sickle on the ground and asked about the strong smell of blood.

When he came to the dead tree, he waved his hand and prepared to chop it down, when he suddenly felt a dangerous aura.

When you put away the sickle, the feeling is gone.

He raised his head and looked to his left and right. He saw the scarred man lighting a fire, still motionless as he practiced cross-legged.

Bai Bing waved the sickle again, and that strong dangerous aura came again.

He thought for a while, picked up the sickle and scratched the dead tree a little, and blood oozed from the trunk.

I touched my neck and it felt a little painful.

At first glance, his hands were covered in blood.

He knew why he felt so dangerous, so he walked back with his sickle in hand and said, "It is everyone's responsibility to protect the trees. How can you do this if you set fire to the mountains and sit in jail?"

What?

The scarred man looked at him and said, "You don't want to work, right? You don't want to know how to get out?"

Bai Bing said: "Stupid, if I follow you, I won't know how to get out."

"That makes sense."

The man with the scar was stunned for a moment, "Forget it, just rest for now, I'll go chop it myself."

As he spoke, he came to the man next to him who was practicing cross-legged, swung his sickle, and chopped off his head. Gululu fell to the ground.

The dim yellow flame gradually turned red, and finally turned green.

They wandered in the air, drifting towards the white ice from time to time, and burned around them, like balls of will-o'-the-wisps.

The pyre disappeared and the ground was filled with bones.

In front of Bai Bing, there is a large tomb, with a damaged wooden coffin lying inside. The lid of the coffin is opened, and there is a corpse standing outside. His body is rotten and covered with corpse spots, and he is holding a head in his hands.

The head belongs to the man who is practicing cross-legged practice.

His body was still there, the injuries were not serious, but there was a scar as big as the mouth of a bowl, and the blood didn't spurt much.

A strange squirming sound came. The man covered in corpses threw away the head in his hand, then took off his own head, groped around for a while, and finally found the right position and placed it on the body of the young monk.

There was another weird squirming, and the neck was sutured, leaving only a line of blood.

Then, the rot and corpse aura on the head gradually disappeared, and the corpse spots were transferred to the new body.

"What are you looking at? Have you never seen a brain transplant?" The head opened its eyes and said.

Bai Bing said: "No."

"Let's go!"

The man said: "Damn it, I didn't get fooled. You're lucky. Let's move forward.

Stop reading here, I'm going to go back to sleep."

With that said, he lay back on the coffin, a low sound of wood boards rubbing together was heard, and the coffin lid was closed.

Bai Bing stretched out his hand to stop it and forcefully opened it.

"What to do? Do you want to die?" the man asked.

Bai Bing said: "Is the exit ahead?"

"Yes, just keep going forward." He wanted to close the coffin.

When Bai Bing saw it, he didn't really believe it. He almost got his head chopped off if he wasn't careful. This thing is not over yet.

"What ethnic group are you from?"

Bai Bing said: "I think you are evil. I am an evil cultivator. Maybe we were a family eight hundred years ago. You have to take care of your family."

He used the system to analyze it, but there was no result. It failed for the first time, which surprised him.

Isn't this some kind of joint overlord Zerg?

"Evil cultivator? What is evil cultivator?"

Seeing that the coffin could not be closed, the man said, "I'm warning you, if you stop me from sleeping again, you will die miserably."

"It's okay. I have a strong ability to withstand pressure. If you don't tell me, I'm going to search for your soul." Bai Bing said.

The monk who changed his head looked at it and climbed out of the coffin.

"I am a living dead. My name was Zhang Shang when I was alive. I am from the Watch Legion. His followers are not some parasitic host of the Zerg."

Bai Bing was slightly stunned, "That one? Who is that one?"

The monk said, "That one is the famous 'Ionizer', our pioneer.

By the way, I see you have an insect body from the Phoenix Clan. When did the Phoenix Clan have such powerful insects? They have actually reached the level of Sequence Two.

What time is it now? Are the True Dragon Clan still alive?"

True dragon clan?

Bai Bing seemed to understand something, "The Qing Dynasty has died."

"What?" said the monk.

Bai Bing said: "Now there is only the Divine Phoenix Clan. I have never heard of any True Dragon Clan."

He probably figured out that this person spoke strangely and knew the concept of "sequence", so he must be a creature from the previous era.

The monk seemed to understand something, turned around and lay back down, "Let's go, I will continue to sleep."

"Senior, don't you really want to help me point the way?" Bai Bing said.

"No need, you're dead anyway."

The monk said, "For countless miles around, we are all our people. Every once in a while, we all need a physical body to ensure that our heads are not rotten and our consciousness is still alive.

I just didn't deceive you. According to the rules of the road, it is inconvenient for me to deceive you again.

But sooner or later you will be deceived by others and cut off your own head to use your body for us.

Come on, I won't waste my energy talking to dead people."

So this is why you cut your head?

Bai Bing said: "Thank you for reminding me, I will burn paper for you when I have time in the future.

But if you say this, won't it ruin the affairs of your friends?"

"Won't."

The monk's pale face showed a stiff, uncoordinated smile, "Because there is something special here.

You will forget everything after a while, your memory will return to the time when you first came in, and you will not remember anything I say.

This time you were smart enough to see through it, but if you don’t die, reincarnation will never end. I’ll see how many times you can see through it.”

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