Doesn’t that mean that most of the monks who died were devoured by their fellow tribesmen and their bones were bruised and ashes spread?
Li Ting sighed in his heart. The monks were so arrogant. After a sudden change, everyone was like wild beasts. Although he couldn't eat human flesh raw, if he burned the enemy's corpse and rubbed the ashes in order to survive, it would not be difficult.
.
The rules of this world are eye-catching.
"So he might have died twenty years ago?" Ye Ming asked.
Feng Yu nodded and said: "Well, the monks who died before the catastrophe have always been taken seriously, because everyone wants to know why the people who died later became ghosts."
"Can you find the difference in a skeleton?"
"Not necessarily, but I will put it away." Feng Yu said.
Put the body away? Ye Ming looked strange, watching Feng Yu carefully push away the ashes on the bones.
The cave was about three meters deep. Li Ting and Ye Ming stood aside, watching Feng Yu carefully restoring the bones.
"The person who killed him is really..." Feng Yu seemed to be unable to find an adjective for a while, but it aroused Ye Ming's curiosity, "What's wrong?"
"Look at this cervical vertebrae." Ye Ming looked where the other person was pointing and saw a broken bone and a silver needle.
"This killing method saves mana very much. The opponent will die very quickly, but the position is not something ordinary monks can control." Feng Yu explained.
Li Ting had already crouched down and looked at the silver needle. It was a very ordinary silver needle, but because of this, his eyes fluctuated.
"Except for this, his bones are all intact. If he died from this injury, I can't imagine what his enemy was." Feng Yu sighed.
"Huh?" Feng Yu looked at the clenched hand bones with some confusion and said, "What does he seem to be holding?"
Ye Ming and her opened the corpse's hand together, but found that there was nothing in it. Just as he was wondering, the ghost behind Li Ting floated over and lingered at the corpse's hand.
Feng Yu, who had been fighting ghosts for countless years, felt the sinister wind and retreated subconsciously. He held a talisman in his hand and glanced at his eyes with the round mirror.
After seeing that it was the ghost that had been following Li Ting, she breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What happened to your ghost?"
Li Ting was a little confused. What kind of treasure could attract this crazy ghost, but he couldn't analyze that much at this time.
He was very familiar with the way this man died. He had never seen a second monk kill like this.
Peace of mind.
Unless there is another person in the world who has the same habits, the same knowledge, and even the same quirk as him who does not need to wear a beautiful silver needle, otherwise this person will definitely die at the hands of Yan An.
Is this person an enemy? Has he ever met Yan An?
Yan An's death can be said to be the most powerless thing for Li Ting. He was reluctantly relieved after learning that the other party was reincarnated. However, even so, he also left the Zhengling Sect that year and ignored him behind closed doors.
But Feng Yu said that those who died in Beizhou that year turned into ghosts.
"Is this grass residue?" Ye Ming said as he picked at the mud on the bones' hands. As he spoke, he used magic power to clean away the soil, revealing a very small section of grass roots. Strangely, this small section
The dead grass roots are not rotten or bad.
It was this grass root that made the ghost's breath stir.
The roots of the grass are white, but there is a little bit of green and red intersecting in the middle, which looks a little bright and strange in the gray soil.
Feng Yu's eyes trembled, and he said: "I, I know why we can still collect wound medicine here after Beizhou became a Jedi. The legend turned out to be true."
Li Ting stared closely at the grass root and asked, "What kind of grass is that?"
"Wuwei Cao."
Really? This makes sense. When Yan An went to Beizhou alone, he wanted to find Wuwei Cao for him.
Twenty-one years ago, a young man in green clothes had an uninhibited smile on his face and said: "Master, I won't see you until I find Wuwei Cao for you."
"How about waiting for me to come with you?" Chen Shi said.
Yan An shook his head and said: "Master, don't worry, I can do things conveniently by myself. I don't know what the heavy method is for Beizhou's heavy luck. What if something unexpected happens when you go? Find the herbal medicine to change luck in advance, you can come
Now we have one more method.”
"Well, be careful."
"Okay." The young man in green clothes smiled. He didn't look very formal, but his dark eyes were cold and cautious. He was obviously not an easy person to get along with.
Yan An, he is always at ease.
But not long after, the fate card shattered.
If this person was really killed by Yan An, then Yan An must have snatched the Wuwei Cao that disappeared from this person's hand.
He has obtained the herbal medicine, but is he still dead?
If he hadn't found Wuwei grass for him, Yan An would not have died. If he changed his luck and changed his luck, in the end, everyone who took the grass would die. What kind of change of luck is that? Or is it that as long as they are his relatives and friends, they are destined to die?
, missing missing, no good ending?
A familiar haze filled his heart, and Li Ting felt a little pain in his eyes.
"Oh, someone mentioned it before." Ye Ming's voice brought Li Ting back to his senses. He stopped thinking and focused his attention on the roots of the Wuwei grass again.
"Legend has it that Wuwei grass can change your luck. If this place had once nurtured it, your luck would naturally be different from other places. Therefore, the water flow has not dried up, and some plant medicines are still alive today." Feng Yu explained.
"Is Beizhou Heaven and Earth so magical?" Ye Ming murmured, obviously surprised, but then he had even greater doubts, "But this person was still killed with the Wuwei Grass? This grass is really
Is it useful to monks?"
Feng Yu was silent, obviously she had only heard the legend and didn't understand how the herbal monks used it.
"If the person who snatched this herb dies later, I'm afraid he will be a ghost." Ye Ming said with a smile.
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Li Ting raised his head suddenly and realized something.
He had never been to Beizhou, and he didn't know what Wuwei grass looked like. Even if he died, he wouldn't be able to suddenly recognize this kind of grass.
At this moment, he saw the ghosts circling around the grass roots, and a certain guess in his mind sent shivers down his spine.
"Feng Yu, ghost, can you cross the Bridge of Two Lives?" Li Ting's tone sounded emotionless, but it made Feng Yu feel weird.
"Normally speaking, of course not, but those two of yours were brought here from Xizhou, so I would rather ask you for advice on these things." Feng Yu replied, smiling at the end.
Yes, normally it is impossible, but if you can make an exception for yourself, then there are many people in the world who can do the same.
The reason why I can make an exception is because of the King of Hell. In other words, most ghosts in the underworld should have such power.
If there is any ghost that interferes with it and allows a ghost that died in Beizhou to have the power to cross the bridge of two lives and reach Xizhou, it is absolutely possible, just like some people can predict a fortune and make themselves unable to remember it.
Just like his face.
There are two people in this world whose guesses are too ridiculous. If day and night can really reverse yin and yang and disrupt the rules to this point, the world will be in chaos long ago.
If you guess in another direction, you may be able to get a more appropriate answer.
Even if this answer is more unacceptable. This chapter has been completed!