Chapter 637: Where is the **** sky pool?

Ling Chen took out the map of the forgotten mainland, turned over and over, and did not find a little bit about the underworld. I had to give up, and after looking around again, I went to the dilapidated houses in the distance.
Here, it seems to be a village that has just been ransacked under the night. In the dozens of houses, none of them are not broken and cannot be accommodated at all. The walls were dark and the walls fell off. The piles of messy grass formed the roof, and the windows and doors were rotted. The whole small village was quiet, far away, only the curtains of the three or four cabins or the windows of the windows overflowed with extremely dim light.
Step... step... step...
Because it was too quiet, the footsteps were particularly clear. After a few steps, Ling Chen suddenly stopped, because he suddenly found out that the sound of his own feet was not only his own footsteps.
Step... step... step...
In front, a black shadow finally entered his sight. It was a shadow of a person. The light was too dark to see his appearance and dress. He could only see him squatting, his head tilted, and his footsteps slowly came to this side. Every step was heavy. It carries the weight of the whole body. Ling Chen brows up, the short and light [Cold Star] was quietly caught in his hand, and then continued to walk forward against this figure.
Up to ten meters, Ling Chen finally saw this shadow... This is indeed an individual. His figure is not short, but he is squatting with a huge amount of waist. It seems to be seriously ill, and he can't stand the waist. His footsteps are heavy and slow. Every step seems to have exhausted his whole body. His posture is like an almost impossible move. The old man of the road. The clothes on the body are not as good as the broken ones. I can hardly find a complete and clean place... It can’t be called clothes. It’s just a piece of rag that sticks together. His face is scary and green. The skin of a wrinkled face, like a hundred-year-old tree, has big eyes, but it is nothing to look at. It stares straight ahead, and does not look at Ling Chen who walks in front of him.
Until the passing of the person, this person did not squint at Ling Chen. Ling Chen stopped and turned to look at this person, thoughtful.
This is the people in the underworld? Or... the undead? It is not much worse than the zombies in the gloomy land.
Moreover, the undead should be very sensitive and repulsive to the breath of life, and this person has no reaction to himself... Is it the dead air released by the appearance of the cold child that completely obscures the life of his own body?
Only this explanation.
In front of Ling Chen, there is a slumber that overflows the dim light. In front of the house stands a rotten wood sign that has been broken in half. The above is awkwardly written with two characters that can barely be recognized: "Meng goods."
Ok? Mummy? This should not be...
After thinking about it, Ling Chen’s heart crossed and went to the door, carefully pushing the door and going in.
Entering the hut from the outside, but not only did not feel warm, but it was a sigh of relief that made the whole body slightly cold. The cabin is less than ten square feet in size. It is dirty outside. The middle of the house is a table with a rotten wood. There is a candlestick on the table. The candlestick is swaying with a little fire like a soybean. The undead can't see things in absolute darkness, but they reject and fear the light, so they just need a little bit of light enough for them to see things.
Behind the table, sitting on a black-skinned, skinny old man.
"what to buy……"
Seeing the entry of Ling Chen, the eyes of the old man like a dead fish moved slightly, and the sound of sandpaper rubbed in the mouth was hard to hear.
After finishing the speech, the old man’s low head suddenly lifted up and presented a zombie-like horrible face to Ling Chen’s line of sight:
A good, dead, dead air, at least a thousand years... ...even thousands of years of precipitation. You should be a high-level undead. As a high-level undead, why not come to the kingdom, but to come to this lower place."
The old man of this undead is horrible, and his voice is very ugly, but the words he said are clear and expressive. He turned his heart and turned to the table and said: "Hello old man, I just just came here, can't understand what you are saying, what is this place?"
"Is it just here? It turned out to be the case." The old man's hoarse voice sounded: "No wonder your dress is so strange. Here, it is the underworld, where the dead souls gather. Your location is a low-level village in the underworld, low-level to There is no place for the name."
"Gathering dead creatures? So, people will come here after death?" Ling Chen asked.
"No!" The body of the undead old man did not move, only the dry lips were slightly swaying: "The body will leave the body after death. If the body condenses a lot of dead air for some reason, it may be a reminder of death. The ability to regain action, this is the undead. The lowest level of undead is the zombies produced in the dark and chilly, easy to accumulate dead air. They only have the ability to move and the lowest consciousness, not qualified to enter the underworld. The gates of the underworld will not open for them."
"And if the death is extremely heavy, or the time under the dead air is long enough, or the body that is dead has a huge force, then after becoming a dead soul in the dead, it is possible to have a higher consciousness, such as Like a living being, there is a certain amount of wisdom. The highest undead, consciousness, may be as complete as life. And if the power is extremely powerful, then it may even awaken some consciousness that remains on the body before death, and thus become The memory before the undead. Just like you... the dead air in your body, only the higher undead will have it. Therefore, after you enter the underworld, you will have a higher consciousness. Your walking posture and the way you talk are proved. at this point."
The words of the old undead made Ling Chen feel amazed. The zombie naturally knows that it is the representative of the undead that the player knows. The gloomy land in front of the gates of the underworld is a zombie everywhere, because it is extremely dead and extremely prone to undead creatures. Some of the old man’s words made him unable to move. He thought about it:
As you said, the higher undead can have the wisdom and consciousness of the soul. Isn’t it the same as not killing? Can you wake up to the memory of your life... Isn't that equal to resurrection? Is it equal to having a second life?"
The old man of the undead turned his eyes and glanced at him without a god. He made a screaming voice: "You are too naive. The consciousness that I am talking about is limited to the underworld. Because the underworld is the most abundant place in the world. It is a paradise for the undead. Here, the dead body in the undead can reach the highest level of activity, and the undead can have the clearest and complete consciousness... But once out of the underworld, except for a few top undead, even the higher The undead, once separated from the underworld, self-consciousness will be broken by the lack of support of death, becoming a zombie that will only obey orders and destruction. As for the memory of awakening after the death of the dead, the whole underworld can The undead can't be more than ten... The Millennium is hard to have one."
"...It turned out to be the case." Ling Chen nodded, thinking that the past was still said. If you become a dead soul after death, you can think of things before you live. That is really the same as resurrection. It is a bit of a bad day.
"You are a higher undead, but you have not been sent to the king, but it is here. It seems that your body is attracted by the dead end of the underworld, moved to the front of the underworld, and came through the gate of the underworld. Here. Then after entering here, slowly and gradually have a sense of completeness." The old man of the undead said stiffly.
"Yes, I vaguely remember that I was unknowingly passing through a place called the gate of the underworld. When I was conscious, I was in the vicinity." Ling Chen said in a difficult way.
"The new undead in the underworld is half attracted by the nine hundred gates of the underworld that are scattered on the forgotten continent. If it is high enough, it will be transmitted to the underworld by the gates of the underworld. Half of it is the forgotten continent of the nine hundred princes. Look for the big chills and the bones. If you find a lower body, you can bring them back to the underworld. If you find a higher undead, you can bring them back directly to the king."
"Where are the kings?" Ling Chen asked at the right time.
"The city of Pluto. The place where the high undead is gathered, the place where the great Pluto is located. With your death, you are fully qualified to enter the city of Pluto. If you want to go to Pluto, then this map can help you. ""
The old man of the undead stretched out his thin, bitter arm and took out a black paper roll and threw it to Ling Chen.
[Underworld Map]: A map depicting the general pattern and territory of the underworld, for reference only.
Although it is a "map", but the painting is really rough, some twisted lines are tangled together, it seems to be the main road, the twisted and small words scattered in various places on the map, marked with the names of some major locations.
But how to say this is also a map, in the first time to the underworld, when the two eyes are black, you can get a "for reference only" map is already a thing that makes Ling Chen happy. What surprised him even more is that this map actually has a positioning function. By positioning, Ling Chen finds his position in the most northeast corner of the underworld, while the city of Pluto is in the middle position, about 500 kilometers apart.
The size of the underworld can't be compared with the forgotten continent, but it is also bigger than Ling Chen expected.
The city of Pluto is the center of the underworld, the gathering place of the high-level undead, and Ling Chen’s eyes stayed around the city of Pluto, suddenly a fierce move...
Above the map, just above the city of Pluto, almost close to the place, there are four small, almost unrecognizable words, he pulled the map closer, one by one confirmed the four words...
blood……
deep……
day……
Pool...
"Blood Heavenly Pool!" Ling Chen subconsciously shouted out... Bloody Tianchi, it is his ultimate destination to the underworld!
"That is a terrible place for our undead." The undead old man said with a blank expression: "It is also one of the three forbidden places in the underworld. For thousands of years, countless high-level undead bodies have melted into it. I have left my strength completely there, so it is also the most active and powerless place in the underworld. It can only be entered with the permission of the Pluto adults. It can only be ruined and then melted into the Tianchi. Because at the entrance, there will be at least three wars in the Eighth War of the Year of the Kings will be personally guarded. Even through the entrance, want to reach the place where the blood is in the sky, but also through the prison of inflammation and the prison of ice, where the legend still inhabits The powerful undead beast that the Pluto adults personally brought in countless years ago... In short, forget this place, never approach it."