Chapter 442 Is This Still the Border Area?

A puddle in the Lake District, a mass grave.

The tombstones here are placed randomly and crookedly. The tombstone of unknown age has passed through countless years, and the inscription has long been blurred. After being gnawed by insects and dogs, the coffin inside has long since decayed, revealing its stubborn character that refuses to turn into ashes.

In the past, these people may have established their own achievements and had people they loved deeply, but now history has faded away, with no one to guide them, and only death remains.

In the mist of the lake, a figure emerged from the mist and gradually solidified in the middle of the mass grave.

It was a small boat with an ancient hull, decorated with decorations and patterns that the golden tree had never seen before. It shone with a supernatural light, as if it were a spirit body that did not exist in this world.

Riding the boat was an old man who looked no different than a withered skeleton. The old man wore a hat, showing gray beard and hair, and held a huge horn in both hands. He grabbed the horn in his hand and used it as a paddle. He punched it on the ground and poked it gently, causing the boat to sway on the water.

The skeletal old man stayed in the middle of the mass grave, raised a huge horn, and blew the horn.

The wet ground stirred, and the corpses danced to the song, then woke up again, as if they had regained their former life and vitality.

In the far distance of the mass grave, hidden by the fog, several people looked at the movement of the mass grave in a hidden place.

It was the nameless Roger and Fia.

Wuming held the telescope and looked at the ship intently:

"That's the boat?"

"That's the boat." Feiya responded softly.

"Thank you for showing me the real thing." Wuming said, "But I still don't understand, what exactly is a ship?"

Wuming asked Feiya for knowledge that he didn't understand at all. In the field of dead birthers, Feiya was obviously more knowledgeable.

Feiya said: "The calling boats are ancient tomb guardians. They are the ones who guide the dead. Since ancient times, the dead have been lost sheep and need someone to guide them."

Feiya's voice was ups and downs, her eyes were closed slightly, as if she was chanting some holy precepts passed down from ancient times, with a hint of holiness on her face.

Wuming stared at Feiya's holy and beautiful face. Time seemed to have stood still for a thousand years.

After staring at Fiya for a long time, Wuming didn't wait for further explanation. He turned to Roger smoothly and looked over for help:

"I don't understand, please translate."

Roger said: "Ships can wake up the dead, and wherever they pass, the dead are born."

"I understand it when you put it like that." Wuming said, "No wonder we are asked to find a boat. Is it equivalent to saying that the boat is a big loudspeaker that can help us quickly wake up the dead in batches?"

Wuming had already begun to think about how to quickly create the dead, using things like flying dragons or dragon-wing balloons to take ships across the ocean, travel across mountains and rivers, and play their summoning ditty at a certain cemetery. , dancing with the dead.

"Do these ships have any sense?" Wuming asked, "From their looks, they don't look like they have sense. Should I tie them up and just wait for them to blow their trumpets and bring them to the dead?"

"Who asked you to kidnap the ship?" After hearing Wuming's words, Feiya opened her eyes and looked at him with strange eyes.

"Aren't we just trying to get the ship to mass-produce Deadborn?"

"Of course not." Feiya said, "I can make the Deadborn, but what you need is not the Deadborn."

"What I need is a dead person." Wuming is very sure of his needs. He is confident that he is a qualified Party A and can clearly explain his needs.

Feiya said word by word: "What you need is guidance. The dead are confused and need someone to guide them."

Wuming looked at Roger with familiarity this time.

Roger understood it and said:

"The biggest difference between D and I is here. D believes that the existence of the Deadborn is a stain and a violation of the Golden Law, so all the Deadborn need to be exterminated. But I think the Deadborn can be related to the living The golden law should be a law that can tolerate the dead.”

"I still don't understand. Can you make it simpler?" Wuming asked, "Please use words that a ten-year-old child can understand."

"Deadborn are dangerous to the living because they tend to attack the living," Rogel said.

Wuming nodded: "It's pretty much what I thought. But I think they can be used to grind mills and operate waterwheels."

Rogel said: "But that's not the fault of the deadborn, but the guidance problem. When the ship appears, the deadborn become more dangerous because they are guided by the ship. That is, as long as we can also Guide the dead correctly and they can coexist peacefully with the living."

"Is it feasible?" Wuming asked, "Or is it just a guess?"

Rogel said: "According to my investigation, such technology does exist in the junction area, and it exists in a cemetery in the lake area. Moreover, the boat also proved to us that guidance exists."

Wuming asked: "It's in the cemetery, so why should I come looking for a boat?"

Roger said: "Ships are the oldest guardians of graves, and the guidance they give to the deceased is also the most skillful and powerful. Perhaps the most exquisite skills can be learned from him."

Feiya continued: "If you can't learn, this will be your most troublesome problem. Just like those golden law fundamentalists are worried about, the ship inherits from the ancient order of death and will destroy your order-that is, Said, I'm afraid you have to kill them."

"Okay, I'm going to have some exchanges. If I can't learn from my master, I'll have to take some tough measures." Wuming walked calmly, approaching the mass grave and the calling ship.

Roger watched Wuming disappear in the mist and asked Feiya: "Do you think he can communicate with the ship?"

Feiya shook her head: "I don't know, but at least he won't be killed by the ship."

Standing at the far end of the calling ship, Wuming did not approach rashly to avoid angering the other party and causing panic.

He stood far away and used what he thought was the most friendly way to greet - lifting his feet, raising his hands high, and posing a posture of praising the sun.

The calling ship stared at him blankly, motionless.

Wuming didn't see that it didn't work, so he had to use the second friendly posture -

started shaking his shield at a high frequency.

This time it seemed to work, and the other party also raised his weapon.

According to Wuming's experience in making friends, as long as the other party also made the same gesture, the relationship would be considered friendly.

According to Burke, this way of making friends is exactly the same as that of the sub-humans, very easy to use, simple, and elegant.

On the opposite calling ship, the zombie old man raised his horn and blew it fiercely.

Wuming was trying to figure out what the other person was thinking, when he suddenly felt something pulling at his feet. He looked down and saw a half-buried skeleton grabbing his leg armor, opening its mouth and biting it fiercely. Its sharp nails scratched Wuming's leg armor, making a sharp and piercing sound, as if it was going to carve a word of misery on his leg.

Wuming was a little disappointed. He glanced at the distant call ship and sighed, "It seems there's no hope."

Wuming raised his shield, pointed the tip of the shield downward at the dry bones holding him under his feet, and prepared to smash it down.

"No!" Feiya's voice broke through the air.

Wuming was frightened by the voice, and when he looked again, Feiya had already run over, not minding the splashing of her bare feet in the mud and water.

"Ah? What's wrong?" Wuming was a little confused, "Didn't you say that we should communicate first, and if we can't communicate, we can only destroy it."

"I asked you to destroy the boat." Feiya gave a speech with an unprecedented excitement that Wuming had never seen before, "The dead are innocent! The life of the dead is also life! Look at him half buried in the ground, what kind of threat can he have, he can't breathe! You know that being buried alive will compress the chest cavity and cause breathing difficulties, right?"

Wuming became more and more confused as he listened, and looked at Roger who followed him.

Roger coughed: "This is precious labor, you have to cherish it."

"If you say so, I understand." Wuming suddenly realized.

Then he smashed the dry bones under his feet with a shield.

"Ah! What are you doing!" Feiya was shocked, without the quiet and elegant demeanor of the saint before.

"It's okay, this thing has a hard life." Wuming pulled himself out of the dry bones, "It will be resurrected."

Wuming kicked over and crushed the other half of the bones, and rushed to the small boat in the middle of the mass grave.

Maybe it was because the eye sockets of the skeleton had long been devoid of eyes, but the reaction of the Calling Boat seemed to be very slow. When Wuming rushed to the front, he had some reaction - he blew again.

The sound of the horn almost rang in Wuming's ears, shaking his head.

Wuming picked up a ball of mud and water from the ground and stuffed it directly into the old man's horn, blocking the sound.

The horn was so blocked that a long fart sound came out, and then the mud and water in the horn burst out and splashed Wuming's face.

It seemed that this strange sound made the Calling Boat a little confused, and it stopped blowing the horn, staring at Wuming with a hollow look.

Wuming wiped the mud off his face and saw the empty eyes of the Calling Boat.

Wuming wanted to draw his sword and give the old man a big blow, but seeing the empty eyes, he eased the movement of his hands.

He slowed down a few steps and simply sat directly opposite the skinny old man, and sat down on the boat, which made a creaking sound.

Wuming did this, but the old man still did not move.

After a while, the old man picked up the big horn that was big enough to be used as a paddle and blew it.

This time he blew it directly at Wuming's face, blowing the remaining mud spots onto Wuming's face.

"Hey, are you pushing it too far?" Wuming pointed at the skinny old man, "Are you pushing it too far? Do you think I won't do it?"

Wuming took out a can of feces from his pocket and pretended to smash it on the old man's face to scare him.

But the old man had no eyes and could not see Wuming's intimidation.

Not only was he not afraid, he also stretched out his hand to Wuming.

Those hands were skinny and sharp, very scary.

Wuming half-believed and half-doubted and wiped a pool of mud from the pot and smeared it on the old man's hands.

From the moment he touched the old man's hand, Wuming felt a palpitation, as if his soul was touched and he understood what the old man meant.

"Ferry, how much does it cost?"

Wuming thought for a moment, and a ball of fire ignited in his hand, burning away the mud and water on his hand. Then he squeezed the fire, and two small crystal pieces appeared in his palm. The two crystal pieces were jumping and shapeless, as if they were the appearance of souls.

The old man took the two souls in Wuming's palm, boarded the boat, and Wuming and the boat disappeared without a trace.

"Eh? Where are the people?" Roger was protecting Feiya from the dead birther, and protecting the dead birther from Feiya. He was a little surprised to find that Wuming and the boat had disappeared.

Roger felt that the situation was beyond his expectations. He was cautious and should not stay here for a long time. He immediately shot out several brilliant sword circles to smash the dry bones. Roger picked up Feiya and took her away from this cemetery.

After running a long way in one breath, Roger put Feiya down, took a breath, and asked:

"Miss Feiya, do you have any clues?"

Feiya turned her back to Roger and did not respond immediately.

Roger walked around and found that Feiya was holding a skull in her hands, and her hands were holding the smooth skull. Her movements and expressions were between the tenderness of a loving mother and the caress of a lover.

Roger estimated that when he crushed those skeletons, Feiya quickly grabbed one.

"I didn't expect it when I arrived." Roger felt a little ashamed of the owner of the skull whose life and era were unknown, and who didn't know which skeleton it belonged to.

"Miss Feia." Roger said a little louder, "Both the nameless and the ship have disappeared. Do you have any clues?"

Fiya hugged her skull and thought for a moment:

"I'm not sure, but maybe it's because... the boat regarded Wuming as the deceased."

"What does this mean?" Roger didn't understand.

Feiya said: "Back then in the Round Table Hall, I said that Wuming's nature is very special. I can't grasp his nature at all. He is more like a dead person than a living person."

"You said so, and I did some research on it," said Roger.

Feiya said: "Since I may regard him as dead, the ship may also regard him as dead."

"You mean..." Roger's expression became weirder as he thought of a possibility, "The ship is trying to guide Wuming?"

"I can only think of this possibility," Feiya said.

Roger held his forehead: "But where will the dead go? What kind of guidance is this?"

He didn't expect Feiya to understand that the purpose of coming here to contact the ship was to let Wuming control the guidance of the dead. Naturally, they don't know much about guidance, let alone where the guided dead will go.

"Oh, what can I do..." Roger was at a loss.

Things exceeded his expectations. He had no idea that things would unfold and develop like this, and he was a little confused for a moment.

Wuming, who was sitting on the boat, also felt a spin, and gradually understood the idea of ​​calling the boat.

"Do you think I'm a dead ghost?" Wuming tried to talk to the call boat, trying to learn more about the current situation.

But the calling ship didn't pay attention to him. It took two pieces of his soul and ignored him. It only waved its horn paddle from time to time.

I don’t know how long it took, but the feeling of spinning disappeared. Wuming shook his head and found that the sky was getting brighter around him, the boat was no longer rocking, and he seemed to have arrived at his destination.

Wuming stood up and walked out of the boat, squinting and looking around.

I just felt like I was standing on a vast plain, which was very unfamiliar.

The plain was densely covered with illusory tombstones and crosses. It seemed like a huge cemetery.

Wuming looked here in confusion, subconsciously looking at the golden tree, trying to discern the direction.

"Huh?" Wuming looked in the direction of the huge light source, and what he saw was not the golden tree, but a big crooked tree, as if one tree was entangled with another tree, and both trees became crooked and ugly.

Obviously, it is not a golden tree.

"No, old man, where are you doing this?" Wuming was dumbfounded, "Is this still a border area? Huh?"