The Death Worm stumbled, and then led the way with a depressed look on his face. Seeing this, Bianhuahua said with a half-smile, "Little insect, do you still want the stone marrow? If you want the stone marrow, lead the way seriously." Death Insect: "..." Of course it needs stone marrow! But what does this have to do with his depression? He can't be depressed anymore? However, he complained in his heart, so he quickly adjusted his mood, and then took everyone on a small path to a place where they could smell the cold spirit ghost flower. After a short while, they came to a dusty lake. The lake was surrounded by overgrown weeds, giving the practitioners no desire to explore at all. "We have smelled the cold spirit ghost flower here." Death Worm said. "Are you sure?" Bianhua looked suspicious. The Death Insect took a deep breath and said, "Sir, I wouldn't dare to lie to anyone." Bian Hua Liu raised her eyebrows slightly, "Indeed, if I find you a liar, I will immediately turn you into a worm." Although the Flower of the Other Side was threatening, the Death Insect still shook its body. "Sir, I really didn't lie to you." "Hmph!" Bianhua snorted, and then began to study the surrounding environment. Ye Feiran was also looking at the surrounding environment, and then asked, "Little insect, when was the last time you smelled the cold spirit ghost flower here?" The Death Worm recalled it carefully and replied, "A month ago." "A month ago?" Ye Feiran raised his eyebrows slightly and continued to ask, "Then do you know how many times the smell of Cold Spirit Ghost Flower has appeared in this lake?" "My lord, I cannot answer this question for you." Because Ye Feiran is the owner of the other side flower, the death bug also calls her "sir." Ye Feiran did not embarrass him and continued to ask other questions, "Then how did you explore this lake in the first place?" "We have explored everything around the lake and under the lake. There are no Cold Spirit Ghost Flowers at all, but I really smelled the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower here." The Death Insect replied truthfully. Even when he talked about it at this time, he still had a look of confusion on his face. Hearing this, Ye Feiran began to think thoughtfully, and after a while he sent a message to Ye Mulin, "Lord Emperor, do you think this Cold Spirit Ghost Flower has grown spiritual wisdom? For example, it can solve the curse Like flowers, they like to run wild, so they show mercy everywhere.” The corner of Ye Murin's mouth twitched slightly, why did this sound so weird! "It's not impossible." Ye Feiran raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his eyes and glanced at the man, "So do you know what the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower looks like?" Ye Mulin thought for a while, but there was no existence of the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower in his memory, "No, but Ye Feixuan, Li Luo, and the Death Insect should know about it." Ye Feiran's eyes fell on them, and he hesitated before deciding to ask Ye Feixuan. It happened that at this time, Ye Feixuan walked towards her and said directly, "Aran, I suspect that the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower has grown spiritual wisdom, so it appears in different places in the Sea of Wrong Souls. Rare and rare treasures like the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower generally don't appear in large numbers all at once. " Hearing this, Ye Feiran smiled, "What a coincidence, I thought so too, so A-Xuan, do you know what the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower looks like?" Ye Feixuan was stunned for a moment, and then thought about Ye Feiran not remembering anything, she couldn't help but sigh softly, "I know." After saying that, her consciousness moved, and an ancient book appeared in her hand. "Look." Ye Feiran took the ancient book and opened it, only to see that the ancient books recorded all the treasures of heaven, materials and earth that could be encountered but not found. Not only did they describe the appearance of these treasures, but they also indicated their functions. After a while, she finished reading the ancient book, her expression a little complicated. "This Cold Spirit Ghost Flower actually looks like weeds and wildflowers." After saying that, her eyes fell on the weeds and wildflowers surrounding the lake. "Come on, let's take a look around."
March, early spring. A corner in the eastern part of Nanhuangzhou. The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds. The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder. It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world. ,. Blood-colored rain, with sadness, falls into the mortal world. The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood. The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering. The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate. The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now. Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking. Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind. The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness. The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them. There, a figure was lying down. This was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes were torn and covered with dirt, and he had a broken leather bag tied around his waist. The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature. But even though the rain fell on his face, he didn't blink, staring coldly into the distance like an eagle. Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, observing the surroundings vigilantly from time to time. It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the air. The young man is like a hunter, patiently waiting for the opportunity. After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog. ,,. ,.
