Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty The Returning Amen Monk
In the wilderness outside the Tomb City, a group of figures appeared, their faces covered with wind, frost, and dust.
Looking at the city buildings in front of them and feeling the earthly atmosphere, a group of monks couldn't help but cheer.
For so many years, they have been trapped in the underworld, thinking that they would eventually be buried in another world.
I struggled for a long time, but there was no hope.
When they gave up in despair, they didn't expect a surprise to fall from the sky. Not only were they saved from danger, but they also got the opportunity to leave the underworld.
With fear and expectation, the monks followed the route and encountered no demons blocking their way.
Instead, there were debris everywhere, which had obviously been cleared deliberately to ensure smooth evacuation routes.
Occasionally, players will appear, provide them with some supplies, and escort them a certain distance.
Then they said goodbye to each other and went their separate ways.
After experiencing a lot of hardships and seeing the player's behavior, the mentality of these monks has already changed.
It's more like a kind of growth, transformation after experiencing hardships.
Nowadays, when looking at various things, it is no longer black and white. We understand that gray is the eternal color.
If it is too strong, it will break easily. A paranoid guy will never survive until now.
After years of suffering, the monks finally escaped from the underworld with a narrow escape. Needless to say, the monks were overjoyed.
In fact, they can also feel that the game world is infiltrated by evil spirits and may not be able to last for many years.
But it doesn't matter. With buffer time, you can definitely find more solutions.
Compared to being trapped in the underworld, desperately waiting for death to come, the situation today is much better.
Just as they were sighing secretly, they saw several cars speeding towards them and stopped ten meters away from them.
The practitioner in the car in front had obvious aura fluctuations, and his strength was comparable to that of the Demon King of the Underworld.
When a group of Famen monks saw this, they couldn't help but secretly marvel at the strength of the player organization.
"Are you all monks from Famen? You have just returned from the underworld?"
A player jumped out of the car and asked in a loud voice.
"Exactly."
The leading monks from Famen nodded to confirm their identities.
"I have been waiting for you for a long time, and you are finally here. Now come with me."
The player said with a smile, invited a group of Daomen monks to get on the bus and sent them to a special reception location.
This car is about thirty meters long, has no roof, and is filled with soft seats.
A group of Famen monks got on, and then the car started moving quickly towards the Tomb City.
When I got close to the Tomb City, I was shocked to see piles of monster corpses, with various forms of death that were extremely hideous.
The overflowing demonic energy and fishy smell were like black smoke clouds, slowly squirming in the air.
There is obviously a formation that limits the spread of these poisonous gases, otherwise the entire Tomb City would have been enveloped long ago.
Such a terrifying scene left a group of Famen monks stunned.
Although they hated the demons and wished to kill them all, they could not do such a horrific thing.
It's like a mortal killing an enemy, deliberately looking like a human being with a head in front of a king's head. It makes me shudder when I look at it.
"Sir, what is the purpose of your pile of corpses?"
Looking at the players beside him, a Famen monk asked.
"You may not know that demons are full of treasures. Not only can they extract soul crystals that can eliminate demonic energy, but they can also refine very important bone scrolls.
You must have encountered monsters controlled by players along the way. Although they also have evil deeds and evil appearances, they are completely different from real monsters.
If you want to create this kind of monster, you must use the corpse of the monster as a material.
These demons have done many evil things, and if they can be used after death, they can be regarded as substituting merit for crime."
After hearing the player's answer, the monks suddenly realized it, but they were secretly surprised in their hearts.
Unexpectedly, Lou Cheng had such a mysterious method that he could refine and create monsters.
Performing compassionate deeds in the form of a devil is truly a blessing.
Just by looking at Lou Cheng's methods, you can tell that he is definitely not an ordinary cultivating force, and his own sect cannot compare with it at all.
The car drove into Tomb City and came to a large building, where people were also coming and going.
"Everyone, please come with me. Take a shower first, and then do a physical examination."
The player in charge of the reception led a group of monks from the gate into the hall, and immediately saw a large pool in front of them.
The water is extremely clear, with constant waves rolling in, and there are also flowers and herbs soaked in it.
A strange aroma floated in the hall, which was refreshing.
“It’s so fragrant and has such a mellow taste.”
I am used to smelling the stench of dirt and blood in the underworld, but now I smell this strange fragrance, and my whole body suddenly feels very clear.
There were also some Famen monks who immediately coughed and sprayed a large amount of black substance from their mouths and noses.
Although this scene was terrifying, everyone was filled with joy.
These filthy things are all condensed demonic energy, which can cause great harm to the body.
The monks knew that from the moment they entered the hall, the cleansing of the evil spirit began quietly.
Over the years, the monks have been tortured, and the demonic energy has penetrated their internal organs.
If he hadn't still had one thought and persisted in resisting, he would have turned into a human monster long ago.
But it is precisely for this reason that they become leeks harvested by demons, and the spiritual power they generate is constantly extracted.
Some Famen monks took off their clothes, laughed and jumped into the pool, letting the water submerge their bodies.
The water seemed to be clear and gentle, but in fact it was extremely violent. The monk Famen who entered the water seemed to be fried, with waves of water constantly surging around his body.
The demonic energy was like black bugs, constantly emerging from their bodies, and then melted under the immersion in the pool water.
This pool of bath water can remove the evil energy from the epidermis and muscles, which is the first step in conditioning treatment.
This process is quite painful, as if being cut with a knife and stabbed by a cone. If it were an ordinary person, I would be wailing in pain.
These Famen monks are different. They have experienced far more pain than this, and have long been tempered to be extremely tough.
Even if the pain is several times worse, they still don't change their expressions when meeting each other.
In the following time, there will be many steps until the evil spirit is completely eliminated.
Although a lot of resources need to be consumed during the treatment process, it is also an inevitable price for obtaining the artifact.
After soaking for two full hours, until no more black matter floated out, a group of Famen monks went ashore to get dressed.
Their original clothing and items were thrown directly into the incineration furnace, or thrown into the ditch along with the remains of the demon.
Items from the underworld are also contaminated by demonic energy, and there is no benefit in keeping them around.
After finishing bathing and changing clothes, they were led to another building, and the rich aroma hit their faces again.
This time, the house is full of delicacies, cooked with various elixirs, which not only taste extremely delicious, but also have nourishing and cleansing effects.
The monks had been imprisoned for many years and had not smelled the smoke of rice and smoke for a long time. At this moment, they all felt extremely delicious and their mouths watered uncontrollably.
Soon they were holding the dinner plates and eating around the table, and the sounds of admiration could not be heard.
After eating and drinking like crazy until my belly was round, I stopped with satisfaction.
The player in charge of reception appeared in front of everyone again and pointed the direction of the toilet kindly.
In fact, he didn't need to say anything. A group of monks had already seen it because there were large signs on the wall.
But my heart was full of doubts as to why the location of the place where grains are reincarnated was specially marked in the dining area.
It didn't take long for the monks to notice something unusual, and the sound in their stomachs was like beating drums.
There seemed to be countless insects and rats burrowing around in the stomach, and the liver and intestines were twisted and broken.
Immediately afterwards, the urge to defecate came, which could not be suppressed at all, as if it could pour out at any time.
The monks suddenly understood and finally knew why they had to tell the location of the toilet. It turned out that these delicacies were super laxatives.
One by one, they tightened their buttocks and rushed to the toilet crazily, followed immediately by a crackling sound like thunder.
Black smoke composed of stinking gas gathered in the sky above the toilet. Fortunately, the formation prevented it from spreading.
Otherwise, once it overflows, it will definitely be a biochemical disaster.