When the last collision sounded.
The wind blowing low and quiet brought with it a hint of fishy sweetness.
The red and white mixture penetrates into the soil, dyeing the fine stones beautifully.
No stopping, motionless.
Lin An and Zhang Tie just stood there, watching the death of the last person.
It's not that he's so cold-blooded that he turns a blind eye, nor is he unwilling to take action.
But after seeing the first dead man, both of them felt an inexplicable sense of absurdity in their hearts.
It's useless to take action.
There is absolutely nothing they can do, nor can they stop these people from "going to death."
Just like a machine that breaks down, the only way you can stop it is to cut off the power supply.
However, people will only stop when they die.
Even if their limbs are broken, even if they are forcibly separated and thrown into the mountains or into the sea.
No doubt.
These people will crawl, struggle, and squirm back here.
Then numbly, repeat all this.
"Team Lin...why are they doing this..."
"Move! As long as you stagger a little, you won't die!"
"Crazy! What a bunch of crazy people!!"
I don’t know how many times I have asked this question.
Zhang Tie stared at the man at his feet.
His forehead was as sunken as a bowl for eating.
The back of his head was smashed to pieces, like a crushed can.
When these people kowtow to the ground, they don't use so much force.
But if your head doesn't touch the ground.
They just tried their best and used all their strength to smash their heads down crazily.
Seize the ground with your head!
It was as if they could smash everything in their way with force, knock them to the ground, and complete a whole set of rituals.
first.
Lin An did not answer Zhang Tie's question for a long time.
He also couldn't understand it.
Only vaguely, he guessed the meaning behind the behavior of this group of people.
This group of people.
It's like a programmed machine.
No matter what external factors you encounter, you will not change your behavior.
Standard. Fixed, rigid.
The body must be on its knees and rubbed.
Both hands must be raised above the head.
Your head must touch the ground.
Even the direction of travel is determined.
They are turning themselves into machines, abandoning all emotion and reason.
In this way...
Pursue... "eternal change"?
For some reason, a trace of absurdity flashed through Lin An's heart.
He seemed to know how ascetics obtained power.
Cycle, firmness, faith, the mystery of Shesha...
All clues point to time.
It's just that he currently lacks other information to verify his ideas.
After exhaling, Lin An took a deep look at the corpse on the ground with complicated eyes.
"Let's go to Daxia Royal City."
"Maybe there we can get the answer."
Zhang Tie opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
Just watching Lin An turn around and take steps without hesitation, he finally chose to remain silent.
...
Speed ​​up.
The bodies lying on the ground were left behind.
As we get closer to the center, the population becomes less sparse.
Large tracts of farmland are connected together, and ancient cities are densely covered with stars.
Unlike before, there were only sporadic caravans.
While moving at high speed, Lin An felt several special auras coming from the city.
The master of the breath seems to be a real ascetic.
Whenever they pass by, the owners of those breaths will lock onto them.
But I don’t know why, it was just locked and no one stopped me.
This group of strange existences are like old monks in meditation, staying silently in their own territory.
The more people I meet.
Xiong Hanzi's mood became increasingly heavy.
"Team Lin..."
"On the way, we met at least four to five million ascetics who were just like the crazy bunch before."
"Their direction is also the royal city..."
Lin An nodded slightly, not too surprised.
Along the way, they met a large number of ascetics, or ascetics.
It is hard to imagine that in an ancient setting and in an environment where we are fighting against monsters, there would be so many ascetics who are not engaged in production.
According to what he saw, there were everyone among these ascetics.
The seniors range from seventy or eighty-year-olds to children aged six or seven.
There were mutilated limbs, blindness, and even pregnant women among them.
As for these ascetic monks, the humans in this world seem to have great respect for them.
The routes of the ascetic monks all point to the vicinity of the royal city.
These people were like ants attracted by candy bars, constantly moving closer to the royal city.
It's like it's a holy place.
There was a lot of food and drinking water scattered along the route.
Apparently, they were placed by residents of towns along the road.
To be continued...