Chapter 1250: Imprint Induction

There is no such thing as burial.

Seeing such a scene, Zhu Minglang couldn't help sighing. He cleaned up the rotting bones hanging on the wooden path, the half-thrown bones, and the piled up corpses on the slide, and buried them conveniently.

After doing this, the sky is already bright.

Back at the funeral home, before Zhu Minglang had time to rest, a new batch of young spirit corpses were brought over.

This situation lasted for many days.

On the sixth day, Zhu Minglang frowned.

Young spirit homes are for raising young spirits, and under the banner of charity and benevolence, they will raise those young spirits in a unified way, and when they have the ability to rely on themselves, they will choose to release them. It stands to reason that young spirits in this way The death rate of the juveniles in the hospital will not be very high.

But in this funeral home, after so many days, Zhu Minglang handled no less than a thousand corpses of young spirits. Even if there were tens of thousands of young spirits raised in the nursery, the death rate could not be so high.

On the seventh day, another group of young spirits were sent over.

This time, Zhu Minglang carefully inspected the corpses of each young spirit.

"This one is still alive." Zhu Minglang said to the breeder who brought the corpse.

"Half-dead, it's more torture than death, you deal with it, just throw it away." The breeder said nonchalantly, obviously he has seen this kind of situation a lot.

"Then how can it be, to be alive is to be alive." Zhu Minglang said.

"It's up to you how you want to deal with it. Anyway, we have destroyed its records, saved it and sent it back, and there is no food to distribute." After the breeder finished speaking, he left indifferently.

Zhu Minglang carried the still alive elf out of the sack, and carefully checked its condition.

There are many ferocious species in the young cemetery. Although they are kept separately, fights and fights will inevitably occur between the cubs, and most of the young cubs die in this way.

But many of the elves that were sent recently were not injured. This is where Zhu Minglang was puzzled.

This little elf in front of him is the one with no scars on his body, and his aura is extremely weak. It is not much different from death, but the symptoms it shows are drowsiness.

"Don't check, it's likely that the breeder fed them sleeping grass, and they ate too much, that's it...sleep to death," said the drunkard uncle.

"Did the grass picker make a mistake?" Zhu Minglang asked in confusion.

"It doesn't count, the main reason is that there are too many young spirits adopted by the entire Young Spirit Institute, so much food is not enough, and other gods are also questioning why the Young Spirit Institute does not use these grains to save some poor places The disaster victims caused the Nursery Home to be controversial among the people. Therefore, in terms of food, the breeders can only use grass that some people do not eat, or that will cause problems if they eat it. Among these herbs, there is sleeping grass. It’s okay to eat this once in a while, and it can help you sleep, but if you eat too much, it’s poisonous,” said the alcoholic uncle.

"Is there no other way to solve it?"

"Yes, there must be. Who will solve the problem? This always requires capable and intelligent people. But how can intelligent and capable people care about such things? The reduction of the daily quota of young spirits is very important for the young spirit institute. It's not a bad thing, otherwise there will be more and more young spirits raised, and the young spirit home can't afford it no matter how rich it is." The alcoholic uncle understood it very clearly.

"That's right." Zhu Minglang nodded. At this moment, Zhu Minglang couldn't help but think of the old Saturn and Peng Chen. They should be able to solve this problem easily.

From the outsiders' eyes, the Young Spirit Institute has always been a very beautiful place, treating every little life well, but when working in it, there is no room for a little bit of hypocrisy, do your best, and depend on your life and death.

"Throw it away, it's no different from being dead anyway," said the alcoholic uncle.

"Let me try it." Zhu Minglang gently placed his hand on the forehead of this weak little elf.

"No, you want to adopt?"

"yes."

Zhu Minglang branded a mark on this dying little elf,

I hope that my divine breath can continue its life.

It's a pity that the little elf still couldn't hold on, it opened its eyes very hard before closing them, and stared at Zhu Minglang who tried his best to save it...

Zhu Minglang was a little distressed, but he was not the kind of god who could save the dying and heal the wounded. Even if it was a very small life, it was very difficult for Zhu Minglang to save it.

The little elf finally closed his eyes, and fell asleep on Zhu Minglang's palm.

Zhu Minglang took off his coat, wrapped the little elf carefully, and then put it on the wooden ditch, allowing it to slide down to the bottom of the mountain.

"Woo~"

The little nine-tailed dragon let out a cry, as if saying goodbye to the poor little guy.

At this time, the little nine-tailed dragon realized that he was lucky, otherwise its fate might be like this little elf.

Stretching out his head, the little nine-tailed dragon rubbed against the back of Zhu Minglang's hand, expressing his intimacy and gratitude to Zhu Minglang with such a coquettish manner.

...

It's still short of the last spiritual resource.

Although Zhu Minglang has a goal, that goal requires a relatively high risk.

If there is no other spiritual resource as a substitute when Bai Qingchen returns, Zhu Minglang can only go on an adventure with Xiao Jiuwei.

After some days, Zhu Minglang still went to work in the funeral home.

Today is a moonless night.

Yeyue is also on duty. There are thirty moon fairies in total. They will appear in the sky in different forms every day.

The moonless night will appear once a month, and there will be no moon god on that day.

It's strange to say that there are dead little elves being brought here every day, but not today. It seems that there is some kind of ancient tradition in it, and burials cannot be done on moonless nights.

Zhu Minglang was sitting idly on the platform facing the mountains, thinking about the root of the little nine-tailed dragon's last transformation, when suddenly a very weak ray of telepathy came from a distant mountain.

This made Zhu Minglang feel puzzled.

This feeling obviously didn't come from one of his own dragons left in various fields.

It still came from the induction of the imprint of the young spirit.

But I didn't raise young spirits myself. The only young spirit, little fox spirit, has now signed a contract with me and has a strong soul bond.

"Is that the little elf? Isn't it dead??" Zhu Minglang immediately remembered that he had just branded a dying little elf a few days ago.

But this is not right!

Zhu Minglang was very sure that it was dead, so he buried it.

"Om~"

Soon, another ray of induction came, as if the heart lake was gently touched.

Zhu Minglang was convinced that this was not his illusion!

Could it be that the little elf was suspended animation, and it came back to life? ?

Gotta go down and see!

Zhu Minglang didn't think too much, and immediately followed the long slide.