Chapter 876: Soulless

The sunrise was spectacular and attracted Chu Mo's attention. It took him a long time to close his eyes and immerse himself in the elegance of the wind. Until late at night, until the third night passed. When the morning of the new day came again, Chu Mo stood up and walked in front of Jing Xing. This was an old man. He always closed his eyes like a sleeping person.
The old man opened his eyes as soon as he came in.
"Elder Jing, thank you for your inspiration." Chu Mo bowed his fist, a feeling of gratitude in his eyes.
"Don't thank me now. If you can survive this war, thank you later." The old man's way of speaking, Chu Mo got used to it, smiled and took out the wooden tree that Tian Xie Zi gave him from his arms. The note, handed respectfully to the old man.
The old man surnamed Jing took the note and frowned after glancing at it.
"In the same generation, the younger generation will leave here." Chu Mo opened calmly.
"With the token of Elder Tianxiezi, you can leave at any time, but you still have more than a day to reach Tianlan City. If you leave now, you will have to go to Tianlan City in person." The old man named Jing looked up Look at Chu Mo.
"If there is nothing particularly important, I suggest you do not do this."
"This matter is very important for the younger generation." Chu Mo looked at the old man.
"Give you seven days, you can come to Tianlan City at your speed. You can use this sword to feel the vitality of your body on the specific location.
If you do not return after seven days, you will be punished as a defector! "The old man surnamed Wang slammed his sleeves and threw his wooden slip to Chu Mo. He closed his eyes again and ignored it."
However, there was a twisted wave in a position on the protective screen of the big knife in the sleeve-throwing room just behind him. Obviously, that was his temporary opening in Chu Mo. Chu Mo took Mu Jian, bowed to the old man, and turned to look at the crowd. At the edge of the sword, he looked at his carriage, Chu Mo, nodded with a smile, his eyes full of encouragement. The car was silent, looked at Chu Mo, and nodded.
As for Tianlanmeng, it is still sitting on the edge of the sword, its back facing Chu Mo, its hair poking its shoulder, as if looking at the sky, wondering what it is thinking. Chu Mo retracted his gaze. Under the surprised eyes of the people around him, he shook his head and walked towards the temporary door opened behind the old man. In an instant, he passed through a twisted light curtain.
The moment when Chu Mo left the light curtain, a deafening roar echoed in his ear. The roar continued. The giant sword in the icy sky roared away. When Chu Mo looked back, he could only see a black spot disappear in the distance. Then it disappeared, it was just a violent roar.
The boundless sky gradually became silent. Chu Mo stood alone, looking into the distance. For a long time, he withdrew his gaze and walked to the ground.
The moment he stepped, the ice ring suddenly opened in front of him. The speed at this moment was amazing. When he ran, he felt the resistance of a strong wind. At the moment when the wind resistance was approaching, Chu Mo started the breathing method he had realized.
The body shook and disappeared without a trace.
This speed has reached an alarming level. After a while, on this barbarian land, on the top of a mountain, a gust of wind suddenly appeared and more ripples of nothingness reverberated. Chu Mo's body stood there like a ghost reunion.
His face was pale, and after he appeared, he breathed several times in a row and gradually recovered, but his eyes were bright and his heart beat faster.
"The speed is much faster than before. The time can last for half an hour!" Chu Mo smiled on his face. When the blood in his body calmed down, he looked down at a small barbarian tribe surrounded by forests in Zhaizi during the year. This tribe was located on the ground near the mountain.
In the tribe in the early morning, the smoke rises, and some children can hear the sound of playing. Standing here, Chu Mo saw the people of the small tribe start a new day.
This tribe, Chu Mo, arrived for the second time. His eyes stared at it. The house looks ordinary.
His body trembled and walked towards the tribe. Chu Mo's arrival was silent. With his achievements, the people of this small tribe can step into it unconsciously. When his body appeared outside the ordinary house of the Zhaizi tribe, Chu Mo heard a sound of healthy music coming out of the house.
The song is full of peace, and when it is heard, everyone is calm. Chu Mo stood there, closed his eyes and immersed in the damaged melody. After a long time, the melody gradually dissipated, and an old voice came hoarsely from the house.
"you are here……"
"The younger generation Chu Mo asked the older generation." Open your eyes, calm your eyes, and worship with your fuel.
"Come in, I have repaired your toilet." Chu Mo looked respectful and raised the door. When he walked into the house, he saw that it was the same as it was at the beginning, and even his sitting position had not changed. It's like making, never standing up these days, hurting the old man, looking at himself, with a kind smile on his face. There is no God in his eyes. To the old man in front of him, Chu Mo was full of respect, although he didn't notice any fluctuations in his achievements, and even looked like a wind blew away.
He respected the old man, not because he had to sit quietly opposite Tian Xie Zi.
He respected the old man, not because of his mystery, but because Tian Xiezi also changed clothes in front of him. Chu Mo respected the old man for only one reason. He returned to normal bone health. This health erased Chu Mo's memory and restored these things. For Chu Mo, this is like kindness.
He thanked the old man and respected him from the bottom of his heart. This will never change, even if his achievements in Chu Mo Nian are higher, even if the old man is really just a person.
"The goodwill of the old people to restore their health will always be remembered by the younger generation!" Chu Mo cheered the old man and bowed deeply.
The healthy old man had a childlike smile on his face. His right hand was groping on a straw mat beside him, and he quickly took out Chu Mo's bone health from inside.
"Something is not good, you believe me blind man can fix it, willing to send it to me, it has a destiny with me, you have a destiny with me.
This is destiny, not grace. "The old man held a bone Jian in his right hand, and rubbed his left hand gently on the table.
"Come on, sit opposite me. The damage to health care is not the main problem. The point is that it has no soul. Will its former owner eventually play health care music?" The old man said softly. Chu Mo was silent, sitting cross-legged in front of the old man, watching the old man's skinny, with sadness in his eyes.
"It should be ..." The old man sighed.
"Not only the life of its former owner, but also the dispersal of this healthy soul, making it reluctant to make any sound. This is the key point of its damage." The old man raised his hand and handed the lost bone give him.
Only at this time could Chu Mo see from the details that the old man was indeed blind.
"Can you do it now?" Chu Mo took over the bone injury. Where there were cracks in the past has now become bloodlines. It looks like it's tinkering. It is much heavier and has heavy hands.
"I can only repair its wounds. As for its soul, I can't change it. Only you can change it." The old man said softly.
"I always think that health care has a soul, and its voice is sobbing. If health care has no soul, why does it carry people's emotions, and why does it make a sound and make people immersed in it.
However, some people can feel a healthy soul, while others cannot. "The old man looked at Chu Mo with his eyes, but there was no in his eyes, giving the impression that the world he saw was different." The loss of the soul, "Chu Mo whispered. He remembered what a lonely night He held the toilet and silently blew the toilet music that only he could hear. The sadness of the music, like the moonlight, made Chu Mo count his memories over and over again.
"This Xun's soul is dead. That kind of death is ethereal and unexplainable, but when I first saw it, I knew its soul was gone.
If you want it to make a new sound, a sound that belongs to you and you want to hear, it requires you to add a new soul to it. "The old man's voice echoed in the room with vicissitudes, and from time to time there were laughter sounds of children playing outside, as if it was near and far, it made people listen, and there was a sense of trance.
"How to do this?" Chu Mo looked up at the old man.
"Forget it." After a moment of silence, the old man closed his eyes. Chu Mo looked at the scar on his hand and he froze for a long time. He got up and bowed deeply to the old man. When he turned away, he stamped his foot.
"Predecessor, Nan Zhaohui suffered from disasters, especially the location of this tribe, not far from Tianlan City." If possible, move to the central area. The 100-year war may not be as usual. Chu Mo said softly, raised the door and went out.
When he walked out of the house in half a step, the old man's vicissitudes came from behind him.
"There is no relatively safe place in this world. Similarly, there is no relatively dangerous place. Flowers and plants take root. Does it have a choice?" Chu Mo stopped for a while. The content of this sentence sounded a little incomprehensible to him. In silence, Chu Mo walked out of the house and out of the small tribe.
Looking at the clear sky, Chu Mo looked complicated, but his heart was firm. He knew he would face a disaster that had never happened in the South in the morning. He also knows that in this disaster, countless people may die.
He can choose to escape, find a place where he can retreat, and wait for the disaster to come, maybe he can escape the crisis. But he could not escape, but in the baptism of this natural disaster, make himself stronger!
In less than ten years, normal practice will be very slow. If you want to live better and stronger, you must have a fearless heart.
If not, we will build it. If there is no opportunity, we will struggle to escape. If there is a bottleneck, we will use blood to solve it. If there is a crisis in life, we will use the madness between life and death to get rid of our own way of life.
"There is no relatively safe place or relatively dangerous place in the world ..." Chu Mo whispered, his pace became more and more firm as he went further and further. Chu Mo walked like this, he did not accelerate, or even the slightest ability to work in the body, including qi and blood. He just walked in this mountain and forest like a human.
Walk towards Tianlan City.
His goal is Tianlan City, but his goal is Wushan. Although he was walking along this road, it was still Bird Hill that came to mind.
Walking on the way home, walking in your own memory, like chasing.
The ups and downs of the mountains and the wet swamps in the jungle did not allow Chu Mo to stay too long. He walked for three days.
The three-day journey, in fact, if Chu Mo wanted to expand his speed, it would only take a while to surpass it, but he had no choice.
At the beginning, he deliberately made himself forget his achievements and everything, but slowly, when he walked through the mountains, forests, plains and other places, when he could not see other characters in the vast world, he gradually A state similar to forgetting is reached.
Forget their achievements, forget to walk on the earth in the morning, forget their goals, forget a lot, until the fourth night comes, Chu Mo is exhausted in the jungle.
He leaned wearily against a big tree and looked up at the night sky, looking at the many lining leaves behind the bright moon, half-covered and half-covered, and Chu Mo took out the damage.
Putting this health care in his mouth, Chu Mo closed his eyes and gently blew it up, but for a long time, in this jungle, no sound came out, and Chu Mo, with a nostalgic expression, seemed to be immersed in The hurt of his memory.
In this quiet place, the edge of the jungle is a distance away from Chu Mo, but not far away. At this moment, the three figures are flying towards Tianlan City.
These three numbers move carefully forward. Currently, one person has his eyes closed. Within a radius of hundreds of feet around him, there was an invisible wave echoing. After encountering a large lining, the ripples will bounce back. Only when they come into contact with some small animals in the jungle will they condense in large quantities.
On this person's face, you can see in the moonlight, his face was pierced by a bat pattern, that is not a beautiful line "That's a thorn! Maternity Sting!
Behind this person, one of the two who followed him was very tall and strong, and it looked as if he had great strength. His bulging muscles made him look like a hill. Every step he took made the earth seem to vibrate, but strangely, no sound came out.
The man carried a huge battle axe on his shoulder. The blade of the axe is dark red and brown, which is a sign that the blood has dried out.
The other person is small and thin. Through his curves, we can see that this man is a little woman with an unusual appearance, a slightly dark face and electricity-like eyes. Among these three, this woman is the most laid back in speeding. For her, it is necessary to slow down to keep the three in sync. The woman's face was stung by a poisonous fly, which made her look ugly.
The three men ran on horseback and stopped a while ago in the jungle. Currently, their location is only 5,000 feet from Chu Mo. However, obviously, these three people have not noticed the existence of Chu Mo. Chu Mo was also immersed in the silent injury. They don't know each other. Beyond these five thousand feet, there is a life-and-death clan enemy, if the two meet.
"This is the place, and according to the agreement, we have to wait another hour. Wait here, Ghost, you are the fastest, and then patrol around the area around here to determine whether it is safe.
According to the map, there are no tribes here. There is also a distance from the nearest tribe. There should be no barbarians, but be careful. "
"If I don't come after more than an hour, I will go." One of the three women looked back at the speaker, shaking his body and disappearing into the night.
"Most people naturally like killing. If he doesn't come, I'll go." The big man with a battle axe sat aside and gave a cold look at the man with a bat on his face.
"Relax, he needs Wu Jing we brought. It will definitely come. Once the transaction is successful, the three of us will not waste so much life before successfully entering the barbarian. With his ability, we can become a barbarian , To avoid the disaster of famine in the East. "The man with a bat sting on his face opened his mouth in a low voice. When he talked about the disaster of famine in the east, his breath clearly became rapid.