Chapter 316: The sudden change of the Septic Final Tomb

The sudden change of the Septic Final Tomb

Although Zuo Qiu said this lightly, An Jing always felt a madness worse than the person in the coffin under his calm tone.

This historian's attitude toward history is as fanatical as the fanatical pilgrimage of the rotting singer to 【Decay】, which is frightening.

But what is he pursuing?

Zuo Qiu finally expressed the excitement of stepping into this place after there was no pressure to survive, becoming talkative and having a desire to share. He saw the doubt on the imperial sister puppet's face, so he laughed loudly:

"Don't you think history is interesting? Of course, the history of the Continent of Hope after the 【Gods】 descended is even more interesting!

There are stories completely different from reality, countless extraordinary and weird wonderful past events, and the closer you get to the underground, the more attractive this unknown feeling is, because underground history is rarely known. When you discover a story that only you know, this sense of achievement and satisfaction is more beautiful than everything in the world."

An Jing was silent for a moment and nodded thoughtfully.

"Are you using these fresh memories to offer to Him?"

"Fresh?

No, no, no, puppet master, you are wrong. These stories might be fresh to us, but to my Patron who has long witnessed all the history of the Continent of Hope, 【Memory】, it might not be worth mentioning.

I am not a pious 【Memory】 believer, I am just utilizing 【Memory】. His blessing can give me the ability to explore the unknown, and I can also conveniently transcribe the old stories I remember to Him, that's all.

I do this more to please myself. People live a lifetime, need some excitement, don't they?

Just like you, even as a 【Silence】 believer, you came here for a chance to see Them.

Puppet master, now that the pilgrimage site of 【Decay】 believers is under our feet, and the Septic Final Tomb representing His will is floating above our heads, looking up at the hanging cone tomb in the sky, what are your thoughts at this moment?"

Thoughts?

I might not have thoughts about the Septic Final Tomb, but for you... this lying historian, I still have some thoughts.

Yes, Zuo Qiu lied.

The Master of Deception card in An Jing's hand told her that the entire paragraph of the historian's explanation of his own faith was a lie.

Although there were many places where he lied, she had actually guessed where Zuo Qiu's lie was!

He said he was not a pious 【Memory】 believer, but actually, he was. Even just now, in the conversation on the edge of the blood lake, he was still practicing his offering to 【Memory】.

But this offering was not a simple sacrifice of memory, but...

Letting memory spread!

Just as the historian himself said, personal memory might be lonely and hidden, but history is not, because it is always passed down from mouth to mouth among different people.

Just like at this moment, the silent self seems to have become the history recorder of the historian Zuo Qiu.

She witnessed him coming here, witnessed him sharing stories, witnessed his piety to 【Memory】.

This historian is not sharing his observations at all, but passing the torch of 【Memory】. He could have not said these secrets, but he still said them. The purpose is of course not to get her exclamation or praise, but to let her remember 【Memory】 for him.

So this is his path?

This 2300-point historian is not simple at all.

An Jing frowned and didn't speak for a long time. She was thinking about how she should walk her future path, but as she thought, she widened her eyes and said in astonishment and disbelief:

"The Septic Final Tomb has sprouted!?"

"?" Zuo Qiu was stunned, then laughed, "So it's not just me who had an illusion because of being too excited. It seems you also..."

But before he could finish, he couldn't speak anymore, because he found that the touch of emerald green that suddenly appeared in this black and white mixed with blood field of vision seemed...

Not an illusion!

He paused suddenly, and then his expression became extremely exaggerated, and even his voice rose a few degrees, becoming unusually sharp.

"How is this possible!?"

How is it possible? Nothing is impossible.

Just when the two were still trying to figure out how to approach the surging blood lake, an accident happened.

Of course, it couldn't be called an accident. After all, everything in front of them was stirred up by Cheng Shi. He stole 【Decay】's faith and offered it to 【Prosperity】, letting 【Prosperity】 descend underground, and then countless vitality and 【Prosperity】 aura swept over, rushing straight to the pilgrimage site of 【Decay】 believers, the Septic Final Tomb!

The two stood on the spot, stunned for a moment, and that was the moment of being stunned, they saw the giant pythons wandering and fleeing in the distance turning into trees again, but they were no longer rotten dead wood, but prosperous giant trees.

The fog also rolled back, and the waste red soil under their feet gradually peeled off the blood color.

All the rotten blood on the large ruins shrank back into the blood lake, and then turned into countless drops of thick blood, splashing down like a rain curtain, returning to the Septic Final Tomb.

Small buds sprouted in the grooves of every character on the hanging cone tomb. When the newly born life was passed by the blood drops flying back, the newly born life withered instantly, turned into 【Decay】 residue, and fell from the sky.

For a time, 【Decay】 and 【Prosperity】 were constantly wrestling on the floating tomb, while under the tomb, it was raining with newborn death.

And when the Septic Final Tomb sucked dry the entire blood lake to resist 【Prosperity】's invasion, the strange scene at the bottom of the lake that had never appeared in the world was finally revealed to the eyes of the historian and the puppet master.

Because the fog disappeared and the vision was clear, Zuo Qiu and An Jing soon saw clearly what was buried at the bottom of the thick blood lake.

But they only took one look, and their scalps went numb and they stood frozen on the spot.

People!

No, or rather, people who are dead but not dead!

Countless rotten bodies sat withered at the bottom of the lake like blood pupae. Looking around, they were dense, boundless, and boundless.

"They... they are..."

Looking at this creepy scene, An Jing only felt a current hitting her soul rushing and overflowing in her body. She finally knew who Seeing Zhen Xin asked her to guard against.

Along the way, they didn't see a single 【Decay】 pilgrimage believer on the road, nor did they know who was on a pilgrimage in this pilgrimage site, but at this moment she understood. Perhaps even Seeing Zhen Xin didn't know that the pilgrims of 【Decay】 had long ago become one with this blood lake and became a part of this Septic Final Tomb.

So the historian was also wrong. These pilgrims who tried to get 【Decay】's favor didn't turn into gray slag, but sank to the bottom of the lake, becoming one of the dense blood-colored chorus members!

And the reason they were called the chorus was that the moment the blood lake dried up, countless wails, resentful roars, and mournful cries erupted from the bottom of the lake, the sounds of thousands upon thousands of pilgrims resonating and echoing together, turning into a dirge of 【Decay】.

This song was so moving and pitiful that Zuo Qiu and An Jing couldn't wait to join it immediately, contributing a share of strength to help the high and mighty Septic Final Tomb resist 【Prosperity】's invasion!

But just thinking for a second, this thought collapsed.

Because An Jing reacted extremely quickly to silence the surroundings, letting the two instantly break away from this trance state.

It wasn't until the sound disappeared that Zuo Qiu suddenly woke up, supported his knees with both hands, and gasped: "Fortunately, you are here... puppet master, if it wasn't for you, maybe today I would have renounced my oath and joined them..."

An Jing didn't pay attention to Zuo Qiu, but looked deep into the rainforest with a frown, seemingly thinking about where this terrifying change came from, and whether Xinxin had waited for the person and response she wanted? ===== CHAPTER 317 =====

This man, known as the most devout decay-chanter, wished at this very moment he could grow two more pairs of hands and feet to let him leave this place that was almost costing him his life and soul; he roared, cursed, and bellowed, struggling with all his might, yet he never managed to break free from the pull of this 【Decay】 chorus.

But just then, amidst the sky full of 【Prosperity】 ashes falling from the sky, a trace of green that had not yet completely decayed fell before his eyes.

This decay-chanter, not knowing what determination he had made, suddenly grabbed the last bit of green, and then his whole body lost its blood color, his flesh healed, and he ran up from the bottom of the lake, laughing wildly.

The two people watched all this silently, speechless for a long time.

"Heh, a 【Decay】 believer who broke their oath at a 【Decay】 pilgrimage site—look, this is the exciting history I was looking forward to!"

Saying this, Zuo Qiu took out the history book.

Anjing was noncommittal; she turned her head to look deep into the rainforest, frowning slightly, seemingly wondering how this terrifying change had come about, and whether Xinxin had waited for the person and the response she wanted?