Chapter 330 The Returned Monk From Famen

In the wilderness outside Tomb City, a group of figures appeared, their faces covered with wind, frost, and dust.

Looking at the city buildings in front of them and feeling the earthly atmosphere, a group of Famen monks couldn't help but cheer.

For so many years, they have been trapped in the underworld, thinking that they would eventually be buried in another world.

I struggled for a long time, but there was no hope.

When they gave up in despair, they didn't expect a surprise to fall from the sky. Not only were they saved from danger, but they also got the opportunity to leave the underworld.

With fear and expectation, the monks followed the route and encountered no demons blocking their way.

On the contrary, there were debris everywhere, which had obviously been cleared deliberately to ensure a smooth evacuation route.

Occasionally, players will appear, provide them with some supplies, and escort them a certain distance.

Then they said goodbye to each other and went their separate ways.

After experiencing some hardships and seeing the player's behavior, the mentality of these monks has changed long ago.

It's more like a kind of growth, transformation after experiencing hardships.

Nowadays, when looking at various things, it is no longer black and white, and we understand that gray is the eternal color.

If it is too strong, it will break easily. A paranoid guy will never survive until now.

After years of suffering, the monks finally escaped from the underworld with a narrow escape. Needless to say, the monks were overjoyed.

In fact, they can also feel that the game world is soaked in demonic energy and may not be able to sustain it for many years.

But it doesn’t matter. With the buffer time, you can definitely find more ways.

Compared to being trapped in the underworld, desperately waiting for death to come, the situation today is much better.

Just as they were sighing secretly, they saw a few cars speeding towards them and stopped ten meters away from them.

The practitioner in the car in front had obvious aura fluctuations, and his strength was comparable to that of the Demon King of the Underworld.

Seeing this, a group of Famen monks couldn't help but secretly marvel at the strength of the player organization.

"Are you all monks from Famen? You have just returned from the underworld?"

One player jumped out of the car and asked in a loud voice.

"Exactly."

The leading monks from Famen nodded to confirm their identities.

"I have been waiting for you for a long time, and you are finally here. Now come with me."

The player said with a smile, invited a group of Fumen monks to get on the bus and sent them to a special reception location.

The car is about thirty meters long, has no roof, and is filled with soft seats.

A group of Famen monks got on, and then the car started moving quickly towards the Tomb City.

When I got close to the Tomb City, I was shocked to see piles of monster corpses, all in various forms of death, extremely hideous.

The overflowing demonic energy and fishy smell were like black smoke clouds, slowly squirming in the air.

There is obviously a formation that limits the spread of these poisonous gases, otherwise the entire Tomb City would have been enveloped long ago.

Such a terrifying scene left a group of Famen monks dumbfounded.

Even though they hated the monsters and wanted to kill them all, they couldn't do such a horrible thing.

It's as if a mortal is killing the enemy and deliberately looking like a man with a head in front of him. It makes you shudder when you look at it.

"Your Excellency, what is the purpose of your pile of corpses?"

Looking at the players beside him, a monk from the Famen asked.

"You may not know that demons are full of treasures. Not only can they extract soul crystals that can eliminate demonic energy, but they can also refine very important bone scrolls.

You must have encountered monsters controlled by players along the way. Although they also have evil deeds and appearances, they are completely different from real monsters.

To create this kind of monster, the corpse of the monster must be used as material.

These demons have done many evil things, and they can be used after death, which can be regarded as substituting their merits for their crimes. ”

After hearing the player's answer, the monks suddenly realized it, but they were secretly surprised in their hearts.

Unexpectedly, Lou Cheng had such a mysterious method that could refine and create monsters.

Performing compassionate deeds in the form of a devil is truly a blessing.

Looking at Lou Cheng's methods, you can tell that he is definitely not an ordinary cultivating force, and his own sect cannot compare with it.

The car drove into Tomb City and came to a large building, where people were also coming and going.

"Everyone, please come with me. Take a shower first, and then do a physical examination."

The player in charge of the reception led a group of Fumen monks into the hall, and then a large pool appeared in front of them.

The water is extremely clear, with constant waves rolling in, and there are also flowers and herbs soaked in it.

A strange aroma floated in the hall, which was refreshing.

"It smells so good and has such a mellow taste."

I was used to smelling the stench of dirt and blood in the underworld, but now I smelled this strange fragrance, and my whole body suddenly felt very clear.

There were also some Famen monks who immediately coughed and sprayed a large amount of black substance from their mouths and noses.

Although this scene was terrifying, everyone was filled with joy.

These filthy things are all condensed demonic energy, which can cause great harm to the body.

The monks knew that from the moment they entered the hall, the cleansing of the evil spirit began quietly.

Over the years, the monks have been tortured, and the demonic energy has penetrated their internal organs.

If he hadn't still persisted in resisting, he would have turned into a demon long ago.

But it is precisely for this reason that they become leeks harvested by demons, and the spiritual power they generate is constantly extracted.

Some Famen monks took off their clothes, laughed and jumped into the pool, letting the water submerge their bodies.

The water seemed to be clear and gentle, but in fact it was extremely violent. The monk Famen who entered the water seemed to be fried, with waves of water constantly surging around his body.

The demonic energy was like black bugs, constantly emerging from their bodies, and then melted under the immersion in the pool water.

This pool of bath water can remove the evil spirit from the epidermis and muscles, which is the first step in conditioning treatment.

This process is quite painful, as if being cut with a knife and stabbed by a cone. If it were an ordinary person, he would have been wailing in pain.

These Famen monks are different. They have experienced far more pain than this, and have long been tempered to be extremely tough.

Even if the pain is several times worse, they still don't change their expressions when meeting each other.

In the next time, there will be many steps until the evil spirit is completely eliminated.

Although a lot of resources need to be consumed during the treatment process, it is also an inevitable price for obtaining the artifact.

After soaking for two full hours, until no more black matter floated out, a group of Famen monks went ashore to get dressed.

Their original clothing and items were thrown directly into the incineration furnace, or thrown into the ditch along with the remains of the demon.

Items from the underworld are also tainted with demonic energy, and there is no benefit in keeping them around.

After finishing bathing and changing clothes, they were led to another building, and the rich aroma once again hit their faces.

This time, the house was full of delicacies, cooked with various elixirs, which not only tasted extremely delicious, but also had nourishing and cleansing effects.

The monks had been imprisoned for many years and had not smelled the smoke of rice and smoke for a long time. At this moment, they all felt extremely delicious and their mouths watered uncontrollably.

Soon they were holding the dinner plate and eating around the table, and the sounds of admiration could not be heard.

After eating and drinking like crazy until my belly was round, I stopped with satisfaction.

The player in charge of reception appeared in front of everyone again and pointed the direction of the toilet kindly.

In fact, he didn't need to say anything, a group of monks had already seen it, because there were large signs on the wall.

But my heart was filled with doubts as to why the location of the place where grains were reincarnated was specially marked in the dining area.

It didn't take long for the monks to notice something unusual, and the sound in their stomachs was like drums.

There seemed to be countless insects and rats burrowing around in the stomach, and the liver and intestines were twisted and broken.

Immediately afterwards, the urge to defecate came, which could not be suppressed at all, as if it could pour out at any time.

The monks suddenly understood and finally knew why they had to tell the location of the toilet. It turned out that these delicacies were super laxatives.

One by one, they tightened their buttocks and rushed to the toilet crazily, followed by a crackling sound like thunder.

Black smoke composed of stench gathered over the toilet, but fortunately there was a formation that prevented it from spreading.

Otherwise, once it overflows, it will definitely be a biochemical disaster.