I Created Mythic Revival Chapter 62

The old man was lying on the ground, his face lifeless, but not in pain.

Maybe she just fell asleep.

Yes, she didn't die, she just fell asleep...

In this kind of constant self-suggestion and self-comfort, Jack slowly walked towards the house. He had never felt that his body was as heavy as it is now, and every step seemed to be exhausting.

Finally, he came to the old man's body. That peaceful and kind face made his chest feel as if it was being pressed by something.

He knelt down slowly and opened his eyes wide, but the tears still poured out of them uncontrollably. The overwhelming sadness drowned him almost instantly.

The kneeling boy, the silent corpse, this picture seems to last forever, until eternity...

I don't know how long it took. When there was no more sunlight outside, and there was darkness behind him, Jack finally moved.

He carefully picked up the old body, and then walked out of the house silently, with the help of the hazy moonlight, like a ghost walking dead, until he saw a towering church.

That night, there was a strange white flame, and I don't know what was burning in the church.

That night, Jack's original warm home was completely turned into a deserted house.

The next day, the townspeople found out that Missionary Kes had left, and Jack and his grandmother were also missing.

In the end, it was Del who stood in front of the familiar house with the door open, with a smile on his lips, and closed the door, but there seemed to be a tear in the air...

Along with the sound of the door closing, there was a faintly audible whisper:

"Goodbye, brother."

Infinitely high, majestic, supreme, sacred, it seems to fill the entire virtual holy mountain of nothingness. The Buddha Lord, who sat down with the twinkling golden lotus, was staring at an old man who was full of holy aura with slight contempt:

"Dangtang is supreme, the existence of the ancestor of a sect would actually count on a junior who is not even the first rank, Jesus, I didn't expect you to have reached this level."

Facing the contempt of the Buddha, Ye He was like a cat whose tail was trampled, and retorted:

"Nigga, don't spit your blood. I didn't do it."

"Without your instructions, would that little angel do such a thing? Stop talking."

For this level of sophistry, the Lord Buddha obviously would not believe it.

"Ai believe it or not, anyway, everyone is half-hearted, so there is nothing to say. Didn't you and Haotian secretly choose people to support the scene, just thinking that if there is any friction in the future, there is no magic power, and each has his own abilities.

Also, you are not watching your Buddhism in the Southern Region, why are you here with me? "

I couldn't watch the show anymore, so Yehe didn't even bother to pretend, and just said it outright. Anyway, everyone was about the same, and they were all holding back their ghost ideas, and no one was qualified to speak.

"Cough, I'm... Forget it, I can't explain it to you." The Lord Buddha did not expect that the old man would know what he was doing so secretly. In embarrassment, he immediately opened the topic and said:

"You should know what Haotian is doing, right?"

"He's making so much noise, who doesn't know, but even if he succeeds, he'll probably be hurt this time."

To be honest, Yehe still agrees with Haotian's idea. If he hadn't been busy building a holy mountain, he might have followed suit.

"Well, in the process, he made some very interesting discoveries, and if his guess is correct, then I wait, it is very likely that he is currently in an extremely dangerous environment."

Hearing these words, Ye He's brows were rarely wrinkled.

To be honest, with the strength of a few people today, in this world, unless Lu Chen wants to do something to them, there is really nothing that threatens them, let alone extremely dangerous.

But looking at Lord Buddha's appearance, it doesn't seem like he's joking.

"Have you notified my lord about this?"

In Ye He's consciousness, it is natural to be the first to notify Lu Chen of things of this level.

"No." Buddha shook his head: "It's just a guess at the moment. He wants us to help test it. After confirming it, he will inform the Lord."

"Then why didn't he come by himself?"

Ye He showed a puzzled expression.

"'That old sheep herder is restless, I will definitely be extorted by him when I go.' These are his original words, so I am here."

It was just revealed that the Lord Buddha had no intention of saving face for Ye He at all, and he directly repeated what Haotian said to him.

"That is to say, he was the one who let me pass, but now it is you who let me pass, including the remuneration this time, should we calculate the old and new accounts together, I don't want much, That is..."

However, it seems that Yahe has no awareness of this aspect at all. Just after the Buddha's words were finished, he had already started to talk about the issue of remuneration.

It's a pity that the Lord Buddha is not Haotian, and he really doesn't counsel Yehe when it comes to wrangling.

"The Buddha said: No..."

"Isn't the Buddha just you?"

"Um……"

This debate is destined to last for a long time~www.mtlnovel.com~ and no one knows how many things the Lord Buddha gained by running this trip for Haotian...

Landi Cemetery has always been the most taboo place in Missi Town, and it is also one of the famous haunted places in the Northern Territory.

Rumor has it that disasters and curses are sealed in it, which is enough to cause the living people who enter it to contract diseases to the point of death.

The pale autumn moon hangs high on the top, reflecting withered vines and rotten trees, dragging a long shadow on the broken tombstone, as if a demon is about to crawl out of it.

The pungent stench, accompanied by gusts of gloomy wind, blew over the cemetery. Swarms of bats squeaked and whistled past, cutting through the surrounding gloomy clouds.

Let the moonlight also shine on the young man in front of an ancient tombstone.

The terrifying scene that was enough to make even the most daring people around him shiver, and the chills in their hearts did not seem to have any impact on the young man.

Even though the soil on the tomb in front of him has never been turned over, the memory will not deceive people, so Lu Chen still raised his right hand.

At the next moment, this tomb, which has existed for at least a few hundred years, also seems to have escaped the universal gravitational force and violated the laws of nature. Whether it is a heavy tombstone or the covered floating soil, it is lifted up and flew into the sky.

And as time passed, among those old soils, a thick coffin that had deposited a layer of mineral crystals slowly floated up.

Lu Chen's fingers moved slightly, and the lid of the coffin exploded directly, spitting out the gloomy things inside, along with a white bone.

And when the yellowed parchment flew out of the coffin, the cemetery returned to its former silence again...

(Added for "No heroine is king")

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