Mechanical Flesh

Nan Qinghuan secretly said that it was not good, and was about to close her eyes to avoid looking at Han Ye, but she found that her body had become extremely stiff, and her double eyelids seemed to be forcibly opened by someone. Staring at the whirlpool in Han Ye's eyes, he remained motionless until he sank deeply into it.

Qin Ling, who was on the side, looked at all this indifferently, with some fear in his eyes, but not too much fear.

Nan Qinghuan would be so easily controlled, not only because of his lack of strength, but also because Han Ye had already implanted hints in his consciousness.

Han Ye's ability is very strange. He can control Nan Qinghuan, but he can't control himself, just like the day before yesterday when he was hunting terrifying beasts!

"Let's go."

Han Ye controlled Nan Qinghuan to walk in the front.

The hanging corpse swayed in the wind, as if welcoming the arrival of the three.

After walking a distance, Qinling became more and more vigilant.

"There's something wrong with the number of corpses here!"

In the woods, hanging corpses can be seen everywhere. Just at random, there are hundreds of corpses, and all of them are human corpses, even more than the sum of the four villages. This is completely unreasonable.

Judging from the number of Doomsday Ritual and the number of people each time, it should be impossible for there to be so many people.

"These corpses are not necessarily the chosen ones of the Ritual of Doomsday." Han Ye said.

"You can take a closer look at the corpses. Most of them are intermediate-level abilities, and there are only a handful of Apocalypse powerhouses."

Qin Ling stared at the corpses for a while.

Are these corpses any different?

Seeing that Han Ye didn't mean to explain, Qin Ling was embarrassed to continue asking.

After walking a certain distance, Qin Ling suddenly felt a sense of being watched. He turned around and took a look, only to find that the corpses behind him were swaying, and they all turned to face him.

Qin Ling's scalp suddenly felt numb.

"These corpses seem to be looking at us!"

Han Ye turned his head and glanced at the corpses around him, he didn't seem to care about the peeps of the corpses.

"It's not the corpse, it's the old tree inside watching us, it knows we're here!"

Qin Ling felt a little uneasy. He clearly told Han Ye the secret of the Forest of Bones, but Han Ye seemed to know the Forest of Bones better than he did.

Soon, the three walked to a small ancient tree. This ancient tree was no more than three meters high. It was shorter than most of the surrounding trees. The leaves were not dense, and even a little yellowed. It looked sick. of.

"Why did you stop?"

Qin Ling looked around vigilantly, and didn't seem to realize that the inconspicuous dead tree in front of him was the ancient tree they were looking for.

"It's already here!" Han Ye said calmly.

Qin Ling was stunned for a moment, and then he saw the tree Han Ye's eyes locked on, which was far from the omniscient and omnipotent ancient tree he imagined.

"You mean this tree?" Qin Ling looked suspicious.

"Let him try it and find out."

Han Ye said, Nan Qinghuan who didn't say a word suddenly stepped forward, his expression struggled, as if he wanted to get rid of Han Ye's control, but his body obeyed Han Ye's instructions.

The fingers of the right hand made a slender hole in the palm of the left hand, and the bright red blood quickly poured out.

Nan Qinghuan stretched out his left hand, and the blood dripped on the dead tree. The rustling forest suddenly became quiet. All the hanging corpses turned around and stared blankly at Nan Qinghuan with dark eyes.

"I smell the smell of flesh and blood!"

An old voice came from the depths of the forest.

Qin Ling was like a great enemy. He looked around, trying to find the source of the sound, but saw that Han Ye was just staring at the ancient tree in front of him, unmoved.

Qin Ling swallowed and found that Nan Qinghuan, who was standing in front of the dead tree, didn't know when his face was no longer struggling, and his expression became dull, like a standing corpse.

"A sacrifice, in exchange for an answer, outsiders, you can ask questions!"

The voice from somewhere still echoed in his ears. Qin Ling glanced at Han Ye. According to the agreement, it was him who asked the question this time.

But in this strange environment, Qin Ling was a little afraid to speak.

"It's up to you to ask!" Qin Ling said.

Han Ye glanced at him.

"You've figured it out, what I want to know is not necessarily what you want to know!"

Qin Ling looked at him in amazement.

"Don't you want to know how to get out of here?"

"Of course I want to know, but I have more important questions!" Han Ye said calmly.

Qin Ling's expression changed. He didn't expect that what Han Ye wanted to ask was something else. After struggling for a few seconds, cold sweat dripped from Qin Ling's forehead.

**** it!

what do I do!

If Han Ye asks questions, I will miss the way to leave!

If I asked the question myself and Han Ye didn't get the answer he wanted, would he also treat me as a sacrifice?

At this moment, Qin Ling regretted joining forces with Han Ye!

Under Han Ye's gaze, Qin Ling finally didn't dare to take the risk and decided to give up this opportunity to ask questions.

"This time you are here to ask!"

After finishing speaking, Qin Ling let out a long breath. If he wants to ask a question next time, he may have to wait until he reaches the eighth rank, and then go hunting for Mo Sheng or Qi Yuan!

Han Ye smiled slightly, not at all surprised by Qin Ling's decision.

Han Ye looked at the ancient tree in front of him and asked a question that Qin Ling had never thought of.

After listening to this, Qin Ling, who was standing by the side, couldn't help but open his mouth wide. He looked at Han Ye in disbelief, his eyes full of shock and fear.

Han Ye ignored Qin Ling's shock and just looked at the ancient tree calmly, waiting for his answer.

Perhaps it was Han Ye's question, which was beyond Gu Shu's expectations. He didn't get the answer right away. After a while, Nan Qinghuan, whose expression was dull, suddenly moved. He turned to look at Han Ye, with dull eyes. Suddenly a streak of scarlet blood flowed out.

An old voice came from Nan Qinghuan's mouth.

"Greed is the greatest original sin of mankind!"

Han Ye raised his head slightly, his swirling eyes and Nan Qinghuan looked at each other.

"I have offered sacrifices, now, tell me the answer!"

Nan Qinghuan sighed and slowly said an answer.

When Han Ye heard the words, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

"Thank you for your answer!"

Han Ye bowed slightly, then turned and left without looking back.

Qin Ling looked at Han Ye's back, but still did not get rid of the shock just now. The information revealed in the question just now made him not even dare to look directly at Han Ye. Seeing that Han Ye was about to leave the Forest of Bones, Qin Ling bit him. Gritting his teeth, he finally decided to follow.

Nan Qinghuan's eyes were bleeding, watching the backs of the two leaving, sighing, walking to the periphery of the Forest of Bones, pulling down a Tengman, wrapping it around his neck, and hanging himself in the air , like other mummies, swaying gently in the breeze.

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