Chapter 287 Open Your Eyes and See the World

"Is this good for us? Brother Du, we all come from the same place, don't we need to be so..."

Looking at the retreating figures of Lu Min and Zhu Ren, Yan Ji whispered.

Xingdu's face lost the previous harshness and provocation, but he carefully looked at the external walls and roads of Shacheng.

He said softly: "Aji, we represent the ghost world."

"Do you get me?"

Ming Ji seemed to have thought of something, his eyelids drooped and he nodded.

Seeing that the young clan brother understood, Fang Du felt a little relieved.

Before arriving, Fu Du warned Fu Ji that the two of them must show completely different looks.

The funeral poison will be shown as an arrogant brother who speaks out, while the funeral season will play the role of a kind and humble younger brother.

Dangerous and offensive things are done by funeral poison.

He knew that he had to play a bad role in order to obtain more information about Shacheng, and he was prepared to die for his country - this could only be accomplished by an experienced funeral agent.

And Ming Ji will assume the role of a kind, gentle and innocent person. Even if something happens to Ming Po, he can still pass the information gained from his brother's sacrifice back to the Kingdom of God.

It's not that Ghost God has any extra thoughts about this whirlpool world.

Instead, we must use this opportunity to try to obtain more knowledge and skills of the Yao people, so as to push the ghost world into a channel of rapid development.

Yu Gu, the emissary of Shacheng, stayed in the Bamboo Reed Kingdom and had a huge impact on the Lu people and the Bamboo people. This time, the ghost world must take the initiative to fight for it and cannot let the Bamboo Reed Kingdom widen the gap.

Before leaving, Apostle Bulow said to the funeral: "There are only 146 people left in the funeral clan, and each one of them is precious. You are the supporters of the Kingdom of God and the hope for the future. You shoulder an arduous mission."

"On this trip, you should try your best to remember and learn the various achievements of the Yao people, especially those related to the ghost world, such as ghosts, military, architecture, engineering..."

"You are the first funeral clan to step out of the ghost world and see the outside world. This is an honor and a responsibility."

"The most important thing is that you need to be responsible for all your actions in Shacheng."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

Funeral Poison nodded.

Bullo handed him a skull wine glass, which was filled with purple-black fruit wine.

The apostle said softly: "I remember when I was very young, the old man told me that the birth of the funeral clan means that one general will succeed and thousands of bones will wither. Only one among hundreds or thousands of brainless ghouls can appear who knows what they want. "

"But I don't think so."

Blow himself was also holding a bone wine set: "It is up to you to decide whether to live or die, whether to live in obscurity or to be passed down for generations."

"You have been following me for many years. I can rest assured that you will do things well."

"You decide what to do and what to do."

The apostle showed a smile and clinked the glasses with the funeral director.

"Have a safe journey, Ambassador."

Funeral Poison raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Funeral poison never told funeral Ji these things.

The less you know, the fewer worries you have and the safer you are.

Sometimes it is necessary to show a sharp attitude, so many people will think that a reckless and arrogant person may not have a very good mind.

…

Funeral Poison raised his head and looked at the tall tower in front of him.

It is built from square stone bricks. There are no carvings or windows on the tower. It stands straight, with a green firelight emitting from the top.

Funeral Poison can feel that there are many ghostly auras inside.

"This is the Ghost Tower."

Slimold in green, holding a silver cane in both hands, said politely: "You two should be very familiar with ghosts, so you can go in and watch by yourself. If I am around, you two will feel uncomfortable."

"There are spiral stairs in the tower that lead to the bonfire at the top of the tower. The ghost lighthouses communicate with each other through the bonfire. But there is only one lighthouse in this world now, so it is not available for the time being."

"In addition, there are not many ghosts in this lighthouse, but many of the objects inside are the private rooms of ghosts. Please do not touch objects with flame marks on them without permission."

"Then I'll excuse you now."

Facing the apostle, Xiandu maintained courtesy and respect: "Thank you for your guidance."

Two undertakers stepped into the tower.

Unlike the messy and shabby environment in Black Tombstone, everything in the Ghost Tower is orderly. A wide wooden bookshelf is fixed on the wall. There are many parchment volumes tied with hemp rope on the shelf, as well as several thick-covered books.

Funeral Poison looked around, confirmed that there was no flame mark, then took out a roll of sheepskin and untied the tying.

The writing on the parchment scroll is elegant and neat, and the ink marks are clear without any fading. Some of them look like some kind of special grease or a kind of vegetable dye.

The ghost world has its own writing, but it usually uses stone slabs as a carrier to carve and record various events and patterns. The record slates were thick and heavy and were stored in a huge cellar, making it very laborious to rummage and sort them out.

It is also because of the cumbersomeness and trouble that most people, even those who are undertakers, do not like to consult slates.

“This recording tool really works.”

Funeral Ji looked at the words on the parchment and said enviously: "It would be great if we could do it too."

The funeral brain thought about the feasibility of this.

Sheep skin, there are sheep in the ghost world, you can get the skin.

But this dye on the parchment rolls is also needed, and this craft is by no means something that can be mastered in a sentence or two.

Bingdu speculated that this black dye was either a powder ground from some kind of stone or a juice extracted from some black plants. But there should be a trick to make the color uniform and not scattered.

If he inquired about the formula, regardless of whether he could get a truthful answer, it would definitely attract the attention of the Sand City... If he angered the mayor of the Apostle here, it would be more trouble than gain.

Bingdu had a clear goal.

He did not consider complicated things, and tried to find simple and imitable Yao tools and achievements as much as possible.

"It's a pity that I can't read the Yao language."

Bingji flipped through a parchment scroll, feeling a little helpless.

"We don't understand, but the ghosts here must understand."

Bingdu looked around and found a broom against the wall with a flame symbol printed on the handle.

Now we need to find a ghost translator.

He chanted in his heart.

- Ghosts here, in the name of the dead, calling for your response...

The broom shook, and a transparent ghost walked out of it.

This ghost was a child, who looked only eleven or twelve years old, and the aura he emitted was not strong.

Bingdu was delighted.

A young ghost is the best target for gathering intelligence.

Funeral Poison asked it: "Ghosts here, we are the funeral tribe visiting here, with the permission and invitation of the mayor Mr. Slemod, please answer our confusion."

The little ghost yawned, and when he heard the mayor's name, he immediately became energetic: "Outside funeral guests? Hey, I've heard of you, you've found the right person, I, Bo Cha, am the best at information, and I used to be famous in Crystal City."

Fengdu asked: "Crystal City? What is that place?"

"That's the city of the Yao tribe, don't you know?"

Bo Cha said proudly: "Crystal City is one of the new twin cities. Although it can't compare with the traditional twin cities, it is also famous. Everyone calls it the Brilliant City, but in fact it should be called the Ghost City, After all, most of the ghost survivors of the old empire still live there. "

"Old empire era? The Yao tribe established an empire?" Bingdu pretended to be envious: "It's amazing."

"No, no."

The little ghost waved his hand: "The Yao tribe didn't have the empire. That was the history of the Bo God Realm during the old god period, which is quite a long time ago."

"Bo God? Is he a subordinate of Yao God?"

"How could it be? Bo God was wiped out by Lord Yao God... Lord Yao God never even showed up, and Bo God was so scared that he exploded. It was a very tragic war of gods, but in fact the two warring parties were Bo God and King Wuji..."

After listening to the ghost's description of the old history of the empire, Bingdu felt a little buzzing in his head.

He could tell that Bo Cha was not deliberately exaggerating.

The other party spoke very clearly, including the strength of the gods on both sides of the war and various details of the war between the kingdoms of gods. These are the most difficult to fabricate and it is easy to find flaws.

The war started with Bo God's overwhelming advantage.

But when the will of God Yao descended, the situation was reversed, forcing God Bo, a titled god, to perish on the spot, and he did not even dare to make any resistance.

This was beyond Bingdu's understanding and cognition.

According to Bocha's description, the Fifth Fearless Empire had a population of more than 300,000, 70,000 long-trained regular troops, and had extraordinary creatures to help in the war, as well as four apostles. The empire's combat power was extremely terrifying.

The ruler of its kingdom, God Bo, had repeatedly made altars of the captured gods to demonstrate military power and obtain the fire of faith.

Bingdu knew it very well.

The strength of the former God Bo Realm would have crushed the Ghost Realm or the Zhulu Kingdom.

However, all this was meaningless in front of God Yao, and it would break at the first touch.

Bingdu could not help but think of what the apostle Buluo had said.

"Don't think about fighting. The power of the Yao clan is far beyond your imagination. The Yao God is above all the gods. It is not something you and I can understand..."

"The Yao clan is not our enemy."

"The so-called enemy is a term used when the two sides are evenly matched. If there is an existence that is completely invincible, calling the other party an enemy is just an arrogant joke."

"Our imaginary enemy has always been the Zhulu Kingdom."

"Your mission is to achieve more results than the Zhulu Kingdom, so that the Ghost Realm can stand out in the near future, gain an advantage over the Zhulu Kingdom, and gain more dominance in the future."

The apostle and even the Ghost God behind him have already seen everything clearly.

Bingdu collected his thoughts and raised the parchment scroll in his hand: "Can you help us translate the text on it?"

"That's easy."

Bocha glanced at it: "The scroll in your hand is "The Sinner of the Abyss", which is an amazing epic of the Yao clan."

"Then I'll trouble you."

"It's a small matter, don't be polite, after all, I am also a ghost scholar, and it is my duty to spread knowledge."

Bocha began to interpret the epic: "It starts like this: He is a sinner who is full of sins, and a bloodthirsty and heroic god-killer..."

"... Just like that, Haizhe, the sinner of the Yao clan, completed the feat of killing gods, causing the Lord of the Star Sea to fall, and forever became an old legend."

Bingdu was silent for a while, and then asked carefully: "What is the status of this Haizhe in the Yao clan?"

"You asked the right person for this."

Bocha whispered: "In fact, he used to be a vicious criminal who killed many ghosts. Later, he was arrested by Mr. Botu, the commander of Yancheng, and locked in the black prison under the ghost lighthouse after being executed."

"Later, the gods showed mercy and gave him a chance to make meritorious contributions while serving his sentence. Then Haizhe had the opportunity to create epics. Everyone had a complicated attitude towards him."

"He accomplished the feat of killing gods, but he also committed many crimes. Some people worshipped him, while others despised him. As for his strength, he was just average in the past. Once he tried to escape from prison, but was beaten up by an armored soldier... He should be on par with ordinary armored soldiers."

Bing Ji couldn't help but say, "How many armored soldiers are there in the Yao tribe?"

"I haven't counted them." Bo Cha frowned and thought for a while: "Probably a few thousand. Anyway, there must be one or two hundred in each city."

The two Bing people were speechless for a while.

After a while, Bingdu recovered and picked up another thick leather book: "Please introduce this book to us."

"This is a good thing."

Bocha introduced excitedly: "This is the "Introduction to Dragon Language Vocabulary", which is a book that Longji Prophet analyzed and translated from the language of the dragon tribe. It has very high academic value."

"If you can learn these words and use them skillfully, you may be able to use dragon language spells."

Dragon language spells?

Bingdu and Bingji looked at each other.

The story of the dragon tribe has been rumored in many kingdoms of gods.

For this race comparable to gods, it is a synonym for strength.

Bingdu took a deep breath, forced a smile, and pointed to another parchment scroll next to him: "What's on this one?"

"That's "The Bizarre Adventure of Pava"... I like this book very much. It records the feats of many heroes of the Yao tribe... But there is a problem."

"What's the problem?"

Bocha sighed: "The author Mr. Pava stopped writing halfway through. It is said that he died. Some say that he committed suicide because he didn't want to write. I don't know where he ran to. Don't let me catch him. I want to see the ending of the Dragon Nest chapter, damn it."

"..."

The sun sets.

Bingdu and Bingji walked out of the Ghost Tower with heavy steps.

What they saw and heard inside was shocking. The history and records in the books and parchments made them more and more desperate.

The Yao tribe has gone too far and has been in a place they can't understand...

Bingdu looked into the distance. The reed people and bamboo people were there beside the flower cluster wall formed by sand roses. The previously vigorous bamboo tiger sat in the corner, looking bleak and depressed.

Lushan seemed to realize something. He turned around and found that it was the two people from the Bing Clan. He nodded slightly.

Bingdu thought for a moment and looked at his brother next to him: "We have to change our strategy temporarily. We have to cooperate with Zhulu Kingdom to have a chance to get some results in these three days."

The confrontation between the two kingdoms of God is still going on.

The Yao Clan's city only exposed a corner, which gave people a breathless feeling. Under such pressure, they simply couldn't spare the energy to engage in confrontation.

Bingdu walked towards Lushan and directly expressed his willingness to exchange what he had.

Lushan agreed very readily.

"Then, I wish you a happy cooperation in these three days." Bingdu said solemnly.

Lushan also responded seriously: "I hope we can all get what we want."

The two sides shook hands.

Just like when the two kingdoms of God faced natural disasters.

At this moment, joint cooperation is more in the interests of both parties.