Chapter 240 Do You Want to Hear My Story?

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Looking at the locust tree that connected the sky and the earth, Chu Xiu felt a stronger sense of familiarity.

That sense of familiarity did not only come from the painting left by Xue Yueqing.

It was a kind of cognitive instinct.

It was very strange and could not be explained in words.

Chu Xiu flew into the air, stepped on the void, and approached the locust tree step by step.

As he approached.

He felt a chill from the bone marrow.

The locust wood is yin, which is not only applicable to the metaphysics of Blue Star, but also the same saying of the Sky Continent.

The thick black blood on the ground also explained everything.

The locust tree was absorbing the blood.

What puzzled Chu Xiu was where did all the blood on the earth come from.

"The painting left by Xue Yueqing not only has a locust tree, but also a corpse of a man who looks like me, and countless corpses with tentacles, strange shapes, and terrible auras."

"Now."

"I saw the locust tree."

"There seems to be a person under the tree."

"But where did those monster corpses go?"

Chu Xiu thought as he approached the locust tree.

He lowered his head and stared at the thick black blood on the surface of the earth.

Could it be that all those monster corpses have turned into blood?

Well, Xue Yueqing attained enlightenment millions of years ago.

Millions of years have passed, and the times are too long. It makes sense that what he saw at the time is different from what I see now.

Those monsters were extremely powerful when they were alive, and they have high research value.

It's a pity that they are gone.

Chu Xiu felt a pity in his heart.

The soil under the tree trunk is cleaner than expected, and there is no sticky blood with a pungent smell.

Chu Xiu stepped on the ground with both feet, and looked at the corpse sitting cross-legged under the huge tree trunk with caution.

At this time, he was only three kilometers away from the corpse.

Such a distance was no different from face to face for a strong man like Chu Xiu.

He carefully observed the corpse sitting cross-legged, with his head drooping, without any aura of pressure.

The corpse was not rotten, and the skin was white and shiny, looking like it was asleep.

The face was indeed almost exactly the same as before Chu Xiu became an emperor.

However, after becoming an emperor.

Chu Xiu's body reached a perfect state, and his appearance was no longer flawless.

If you want to say the difference between the two.

Chu Xiu's cheek lines are softer and more perfect, and his body proportions are more symmetrical.

Simply sum it up in two words.

Chu Xiu is more handsome.

He pinched his fingers with one hand.

A clone who looked exactly like him walked out from behind.

The two looked at each other.

The clone understood and walked slowly towards the corpse under the tree.

After checking and making sure there was no danger, he waved to Chu Xiu himself.

"I found something interesting, come and take a look."

Chu Xiu's eyes flashed with a strange color, and he walked closer.

"My Lord, look here!"

The clone pointed at the thing in his arms.

Chu Xiu followed his instructions and found that the corpse was holding a palm-sized wooden sculpture in his arms.

Because it was too long ago.

The facial contour of the wooden sculpture was very blurred, and the specific details could not be seen clearly.

However, from its physical characteristics, it is not difficult to judge that the object of the wooden sculpture should be a woman.

"It can actually block the divine thought detection, it seems that this thing is not simple."

"Haha, not only can the wooden sculpture block the divine thought, but the surrounding area of ​​the corpse seems to distort the divine thought. Look at this..." The clone smiled, pointed to the left, and asked the original to look quickly.

A few feet away from the corpse, someone built a simple small altar with stones.

On it was a mutton-fat jade wine pot and a bronze incense burner with intricate patterns.

There was still a pinch of burnt incense ash in the incense burner.

It was obvious that someone had paid tribute to the body here.

Chu Xiu squatted down and opened the lid of the wine pot. The wine in the wine pot had already evaporated, and the incense ash was also left many years ago.

Calculate the time a little.

Chu Xiu roughly guessed who paid tribute here.

It should be Liu Hongyi and the mysterious woman next to her who seemed to be from the outer world.

"Hongyi would not pay tribute to someone who looks like me."

"Then it must be the work of the mysterious woman."

"Presumably, she knows this person."

Chu Xiu rubbed his chin and felt that his analysis made sense.

He stood up.

He walked around the body.

A thought suddenly came to Chu Xiu's mind, this person might not be dead yet.

He was shocked by his own thoughts.

Shaking his head, he immediately denied this unrealistic idea, \"There is no long-lived material here, no one can live for millions of years without dying.\"

Chu Xiu's mind moved.

Take out the painting he got from Xueyueqing Cave Mansion.

He wanted to see if there would be any miraculous changes when he came here and took out the painting.

Just as he expected.

As soon as he took it out.

The scroll flew out of his hand and unfolded automatically.

Chu Xiu's eyes condensed, secretly gathering strength, ready to deal with the shocking changes that might happen at any time.

He stared at the scroll.

A strange scene happened.

The corpse sitting cross-legged under the locust tree on the scroll suddenly moved.

He stood up and opened his eyes.

The eye sockets were empty and dark, without pupils.

But, he seemed to be able to see the world outside the scroll.

The dark eyes first looked at Chu Xiu, and stayed there for five full breaths.

Then he turned his head to look at the locust tree outside the painting, and the corpse under the locust tree.

The stiff cheeks actually revealed a trace of the expression of a living person.

Chu Xiu clearly understood his emotions.

The dead and bloody ground blew a sad breeze.

It blew Chu Xiu's long hair and robes.

The scroll was suspended beside him, and the man in the scroll looked very similar to him.

Outside the scroll, under the locust tree, there was another corpse similar to him.

This scene was indescribably weird.

Suddenly--

Chu Xiu's pupils shrank.

The man in the painting moved again.

His figure gradually enlarged on the scroll, getting bigger and bigger, and finally even blocked the huge locust tree.

He raised his right foot stiffly.

Then, he walked out of the painting.

That's right.

He walked directly out of the painting.

Chu Xiu's heart was alarmed, and he planned to strike first.

However, he saw that the man did not reveal any hostility.

Chu Xiu temporarily suppressed the urge to attack, and remained unchanged in the face of all changes.

The person in the painting came to reality.

His body quickly changed from flat to three-dimensional like a balloon, and gradually became exactly the same as the corpse under the locust tree.

"It's outrageous and abstract, especially this face, it's really inconsistent."

Chu Xiu's eyelids twitched, and he really couldn't suppress his soul of complaining.

The person in the painting seemed to have not heard what he said, standing in front of the corpse, looking up, with dark eye sockets, staring at the locust tree in a daze.

The wind blew——

The thick hair of the person in the painting fluttered, and his clothes fluttered.

There was a long silence.

He turned his head, his dark eye sockets aimed at Chu Xiu, his cracked lips moved, and an old voice that didn't match his appearance came out, "You must be very curious about me, do you want to hear my story~"