Chapter 315: The weeping Final Tomb, the sorrow of the universe

The weeping Final Tomb, the sorrow of the universe

Don't forget, in this trial about 【Prosperity】, there were not only 2 players.

Time goes back a little bit. Before 【Prosperity】 descended, deep in the Sighing Forest, several figures, bearing the thick fog and countless Twisted Giant Pythons wandering around, walked out of this forest that no longer had trees step by step staggeringly.

But there were no trees, how did they know they walked out of the forest?

That's because the ground they were stepping on now was no longer the rotten leaf ground turned from the snake skin shed by the Twisted Night Python, but muddy red soil that could be stepped on to bleed water with one foot!

The environment in front of these people changed, turning into a boundless blood-colored desolation, and in the center of this land that had no cover, there was also a blood lake that was dazzling, eye-catching, and surging with waves!

Zuo Qiu and An Jing looked at the blood-colored lake water that was constantly rippling in front of them, and the shock and fear in their hearts could not be calmed for a long time.

Who could have thought that there was actually a lake of rotten blood surging in the center of the Sighing Forest?

And who could have thought that the so-called Septic Final Tomb was not a tombstone standing on the ground, but a pyramidal tomb hanging in the sky that needed the pilgrims of 【Decay】 to look up and look up at!

That hanging pyramidal tomb was like a floating giant thorn, with no idea how many edges it had, and on each side, countless 【Decay】 characters that couldn't be seen clearly were etched out of rotten black blood.

Whenever the rotten black blood flowed through all the characters on all sides, these septic blood would gather at the tip of the pyramid, turning into a sticky blood drop filled with hissing and wailing, and drip into the blood lake below.

And when the blood lake was constantly accumulated with thick blood and overflowed...

The Sighing Sorrow Tide erupted.

The septic blood poured backward into the desolate soil like a tide, pushing the rich 【Decay】 power to start spreading outward. The fog evaporated by the thick blood became thicker and thicker. In the process of spreading, the blood color became lighter and lighter, until the fog spread to the forest, it gradually became the appearance of the Sighing Sorrow Tide that players were familiar with.

When Zuo Qiu and An Jing arrived at this place, they happened to encounter the end of a Sighing Sorrow Tide eruption, but just this tail end of the blood-colored fog almost pierced their defensive barriers, making the two of them decay and die on the spot.

The Historian held a book page of the Learned Poet found from nowhere, his face pale and his body tense, but even under such huge death pressure, his eyes were still filled with the light of thirst for historical truth.

He kept looking for places where the blood-colored tide was weak, trying to pass through the fog to the depths of the blood lake, but tried for a long time and failed.

At the moment the Sighing Sorrow Tide erupted, probably no one could walk in.

"Puppeteer, help, I can't hold on anymore. This is the last book page of the Holy Light Great Wall. I have used up all my accumulation, next it's your turn!"

An Jing was as her name suggested, very quiet. The imperial sister puppet didn't make a move, but frowned and looked to the other side.

Zuo Qiu was a bit anxious. He reminded again, but An Jing made a quiet gesture.

The Historian's breathing stagnated. Following the puppet master's line of sight, he discovered that not far from the blood lake in another direction, there was actually a person, a living person, who opened his hands and jumped naked into this terrifying blood lake.

This warrior's full-body scars and rotten flesh were too eye-catching, so much so that the two of them instantly recognized who this person was!

Zhen!

That Zhen who left the player team from the beginning and set off for the depths of the forest!

This believer of 【Decay】 in this pilgrimage site of 【Decay】, in a way that the two couldn't understand, completely threw himself into His embrace.

Zuo Qiu saw this scene, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he exclaimed:

"Crazy! He's crazy!

He actually really dared to step into this blood lake?

He doesn't want his life?

That rumor about 【Decay】 is fake!

How could anyone bathe in rotten blood and come back alive?

Even Lin Xi can't!"

"What rumor?"

A flash of curiosity flashed in An Jing's eyes. She turned back and quietly took over the defense work.

Only seeing countless puppet threads suddenly erupted and sprayed from the mouth and nose of the Ranger Puppet, and then whipped around the two, turning into a translucent "cocoon" woven from threads.

The surging 【Decay】 tide flowed quietly after touching the cocoon wall, seemingly as if there was only air in the space wrapped by this thread cocoon and no living thing existed.

Zuo Qiu looked at this magical scene, his eyes glowing.

"【Silence】 is indeed good at hiding itself, truly wonderful."

"Small tricks, far from as wonderful as the history in your mouth. Tell me, I'm very curious about the rumor you mentioned."

"Just a rumor.

After 【Decay】 God's Chosen Lin Xi came out of the Septic Final Tomb alive and reached the top, a voice came out of the 【Decay】 channel, saying that as long as someone could bathe their whole body in the rotten blood on the Septic Final Tomb, they could directly get His reward.

But all this is fake."

"Interesting, I see your shock at seeing this place doesn't look fake, you should also be stepping here for the first time, how are you so familiar with this Septic Final Tomb?

This septic blood lake is clearly gathered by the blood drops dripping from the Final Tomb above our heads, and that floating Final Tomb is very likely the place that carries His descent, so, where is the fake?"

"I am here for the first time, but I do have some memories about the Septic Final Tomb, knowing that no one has ever walked out of that blood lake alive.

Even if he is a believer of 【Decay】, but for this place where 【Decay】 has accumulated and settled for thousands of years, he is just a piece of white paper only stained with red marks!

He actually wants to use this sticky 【Decay】 blood to color himself, heh, daydreaming.

Such a thin piece of paper jumping into this lake won't be stained with any color, because once the white paper falls into the water, it will be melted and rolled to pieces by this thick blood plasma, turning into 【Decay】 gray slag, accumulating on the side, becoming a part of this desolate red soil!

Otherwise, how do you think such a large piece of desolate land came from?

How many pilgrims of 【Decay】 have jumped into the lake to get His protection over these thousands of years, but all were crushed here by this sticky blood water, washed into the bleeding mud under your and my feet.

What we are stepping on is not mud at all, it is clearly the blood and flesh of thousands of 【Decay】 believers!"

This is not mud, but blood and flesh...?

The puppet master was somewhat shocked. She controlled the Ranger Puppet to lift her foot and crush the mud under her feet, watching the black blood oozing out and covering her instep, her heart was shocked and her gaze slightly condensed.

This is faith.

This obsession with pursuing faith is too fanatical, so much so that countless unknown pilgrims decorate the history of 【Decay】 with their successive deaths.

No wonder this historian would risk his life to come in and take a look even if he had memories early on, because everything in front of the two of them now is living history, history where blood and flesh and faith blend.

Seeing it with one's own eyes is far more shocking and real than recalling memories.

The scene fell silent again until the fog around began to fade gradually, and the thick blood in the blood lake began a new round of accumulation. At this time, the puppet master broke the silence again. She raised her eyebrows and looked at Zuo Qiu with interest:

"Your memory, can't be shared with you by Lin Xi?"

Zuo Qiu sighed and shook his head:

"I'm just a 2300-point historian. Except for knowing this name, I have no relationship with that God's Chosen. My memory...

is from the person in the coffin."

An Jing was stunned, and then suddenly realized.

"The History School actually ate the person in the coffin?

In this way, Lin Xi actually carried a big pot for you!

Almost everyone thought that after he got 【Decay】's reward, he killed the person who pointed the way for him."

"No, the 'disappearance' of the person in the coffin is indeed related to us.

But their death... has nothing to do with us."

?

An Jing obviously felt that this sentence was contradictory, but immediately after, her doubt was solved by the historian.

"The History School has always wanted to complete the history of the underground, but this work cannot bypass the research on the Sighing Forest. The history of 【Decay】 has always been rare. It is said that only the 【Decay】 characters carved on the Septic Final Tomb record some history about 【Decay】, so everyone is very eager to find a way to reach the Septic Final Tomb.

Long before the person in the coffin appeared, we determined several paths by reading the few books available, but because the road deep into the Sighing Sorrow Tide was too dangerous, we chose to give up after trying many times.

Before figuring out all the history, we didn't want to become history ourselves.

But we never thought that there would be someone even crazier than the History School in seeking history, and this crazy organization is the person in the coffin.

This organization with only a hundred or so 【Decay】 believers, in order to let their names 'remain in history', actually wanted to pave a road to the Septic Final Tomb with their own lives!

They used the so-called range overlap method to constantly narrow the range, and then used the deaths of different members as markers to approach the Septic Final Tomb bit by bit.

To be reasonable, even if the six players in a trial were all people in the coffin, the exploration range of the six players could only be said to be a drop in the bucket for the vast Sighing Forest. This was almost an impossible exploration.

But who let 【Fate】 favor madmen? Even these madmen themselves didn't expect that when the people in the coffin were almost wiped out, a lucky one among them actually really found the location of the Septic Final Tomb!

Not only that, he also witnessed a sacrificial ritual of 【Decay】 believers on a pilgrimage and sacrificing themselves there.

He was scared out of his wits by this suicidal pilgrimage ritual, and without a word, he started to run away, until he retreated to a safe zone without the Sighing Sorrow Tide, he hid, preparing to honestly wait for the trial to end, and then spread this explosive news.

And at this time, the most ironic thing happened.

A 【Polluted】 player who embraced the desire for greed somehow discovered his hiding place, and then just for a delicately carved magic lamp in his hand, killed this only person who mastered the route to the Septic Final Tomb.

The History School never saw the person in the coffin. They almost died out in the trial of finding the route.

But the History School is also lucky, because in a certain trial, a 【Memory】 believer among us counter-killed a 【Polluted】 teammate who tried to rob him, and then dug out everything about the person in the coffin from his memory!

But because the person in the coffin only exists in the memory of memory, we couldn't complete all the details, and even with all our efforts, we only found the part about this blood lake.

So we pretended to be the person in the coffin and released clues, wanting to borrow the deaths of those fanatical believers to complete the route, and after that, it was Lin Xi who successfully walked here."

An Jing was somewhat at a loss because of this absurd historical truth. She looked at this historian in front of her, opened her mouth, but didn't say a word.

"History is like this, isn't it?

The past is passed down from mouth to mouth among different people. We remember their stories, and in the future, others will remember our stories.

And all I have to do is verify the truth of the story and make the details of the story more vivid." ===== CHAPTER 316 =====