Abnormal creatures' communication group

After reading the task requirements, the ghost subconsciously looked at the Blaze and Wither Skeleton, calmly thinking about how he should ask them.

Then he ate all the barbecue on the campfire in two bites.

423 Some Facts and Truth

The ghosts set off and decided to continue walking forward, in the opposite direction of Steve's direction, because the ghosts heard that there were sweet berries and very fat and juicy pork over there.

The cell man, on the other hand, had an indifferent attitude. He put his hands behind his back, looking like an old man on patrol, relaxed and casual.

As they set off, the ghost looked at them and thought of Steve's question. Perhaps, as indigenous people, they could know some truth and facts.

Although the ghost didn't know how to describe these problems, since Steve had already said it, it just read it out verbatim.

[There used to be a race called zombie pigmen, but they disappeared.]

When seeing this question, the Flame Man hesitated for a moment, which showed that the other party was indeed a guest from another world. However, since he had already surrendered, he would not care so much. The main reason for his hesitation was because they had all sworn an oath, a firm oath about this matter.

The oath of hell is not something that can be made casually. There is a very formal ceremony. One has to solemnly swear on the altar in front of the lava lake that one will never do such and such.

I heard that after completion, there will be punishment if the oath is violated. Although the Flame Man has not seen any real regional race being punished, he has also not seen any regional race violate their oath.

Therefore, even if this is just an unknown rumor, it still has a great deterrent effect on them.

What's more, I have already agreed to it, and if I go back on my word and spread it, I would be ashamed.

While he was still hesitating and struggling, the Withered Skeleton didn't think too much. He listened to people's questions and subconsciously chose to answer, as if answering was a matter of course.

"There used to be a race called zombie pigmen, but now they are all extinct. There are no survivors. Although the area is vast and we dare not say that we have set foot in all areas, they do not have any survivors. It is impossible for them to have survivors."

The ghost felt confused after listening to such a long string of words. He rubbed his head, not quite understanding what was said. But at least he understood what the other party was supposed to say.

For example, the zombie pigman race has completely disappeared and it is impossible for them to appear again.

The ghost looked down at the system and saw that Steve needed his help with something. After thinking for a moment, he decided to satisfy his curiosity first.

[Why]

After hearing everything, the Blaze couldn't help but pull the Wither Skeleton's arm and asked in a low voice.

"Are you trying to kill yourself? You even dare to break your oath! Don't you know that all monsters who dare to break their oath will be burned to death by flames?"

The Wither Skeleton just calmly stretched out his hand and wanted to pat the other person's shoulder. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he realized that the other person didn't have such a thing at all, so he stretched out his hand a little further and patted the other person's head, which made the Blaze Man almost furious again.

"Look, I'm fine, aren't I?" the Wither Skeleton replied calmly. "Besides, aren't we immune to fire? This kind of punishment sounds like something someone concocted to fool monsters. It's a lie."

The Blaze wanted to say something, but the ghost had already raised the sign again, and the Withered Skeleton immediately answered. The Blaze could only stammer a few times dejectedly and then lower his head. His best friend, who had once risked his life for him, had begun to drift away from him.

He no longer knew how to restore this broken friendship.

"Because of the Will of Hell, this is a very general concept, but it tells us some of the most basic perceptions, such as telling us that we are not afraid of fire or lava. So when the zombie pigmen disappear, we will naturally know that none of them will live in Hell."

The ghost looked up thoughtfully, but ultimately decided not to look for the guy who sounded very interesting. After all, he still remembered that this was Steve's world, and whatever he did had to get Steve's consent. It would be better not to act on his own.

What about the piglins?

When asked this question, the Wither Skeleton tilted his head, resting his hand on it, pondered for a moment, and then shook his head. "I'm not entirely sure what's going on. They suddenly appeared in Hell without any warning. We simply learned of this race from the Will of Hell, and then we didn't pay much attention to it."

When he said this, the Wither Skeleton paused. He was trying to think about the facts that had happened during that period, the facts about the piglins and pigmen.

"Hmm..." Wither Skeleton said, a question he wasn't entirely sure of. "I think they fought fiercely back then, almost to the death. Some Wither Skeletons had good relationships with Blazes and Zombie Pigmen, so they joined the war. But in the end, the Zombies probably lost miserably."

"After the war, Hell underwent a dramatic transformation." The Withered Skeleton pointed underground. "First, a strong, strange mineral appeared underground. Then, the surface rock began to show some unprecedented minerals. There were more trees and lush grass. In short, Hell used to be completely bare, with nothing at all. Now, it's filled with a riot of mushrooms, trees, and grass."

The ghost nodded repeatedly as he listened, then raised the sign again.

[Why]

The Wither Skeleton didn't understand at first, but his brain was really quick and he figured it out after a while.

But faced with this question, the Withered Skeleton just shook his head regretfully.

Because he really didn't know why the two sides were fighting, and why they were fighting so fiercely and desperately, so that it brought hell into a bloody storm, and many creatures were forced to take sides.

"Because only one can survive." The Blaze, who looked a little listless, suddenly floated up and answered the ghost's question.

The Withered Skeleton was already answering the questions, so it was meaningless for him to keep those so-called oaths. He couldn't keep these things hidden and not tell the benefactor who saved their names.

Even the Flame Man still felt ashamed of his violation of his oath.

After all, the bottom line is meant to be broken. Eventually, this so-called bottom line will drop very low, until it no longer exists.

As long as they take a step forward and break through the bottom line by one or two steps, it is only a matter of time before the bottom line falls to the point of non-existence. And now, the Flame Man is on the way to giving up the bottom line.

424 Swinging the Sword at God

"It's because the will of hell will not tolerate two identical races coexisting." said the Flame Man.

The Withered Skeleton opened his eyes wide in surprise. This was something he had never heard before.

"Then why don't you try to slaughter the so-called will of hell? Whether it is the high god or the so-called world, they should abide by their own rules and not interfere in the affairs of other races according to their own preferences. They can only be a rule that follows without thinking, otherwise they should be dealt with." The cell man who had been listening suddenly spoke, his eyes full of sarcasm.

He chuckled nonchalantly, mocking their cowardice and incompetence. "Since we're fighting this battle with the determination to genocide ourselves, why can't we also exterminate that so-called Will of Hell with the same determination to genocide ourselves?"

The words were so crazy that the Flame Man was frightened. He wanted to say something, to refute something, but he couldn't open his mouth for a long time, as if all his courage was destroyed by the other party's words.

It’s as if what the other person says must be the truth and you have no right to refute it.

"It's meaningless nonsense!" The Withered Skeleton seemed to be furious and refuted nonchalantly. Even though the cell man's eyes were like knives stabbing at him, the Withered Skeleton continued to speak nonchalantly.

"Monsters should have a fear of God. Just as hell raised us, we shouldn't have any serious rebelliousness towards hell."

After this was said, not only the Cell Man reacted, but even the Blaze Man looked at the Wither Skeleton in surprise. This was completely not the Wither Skeleton he knew.

"Moreover, God's power is irresistible, and we should obey His will."

After hearing such a long string of words, the cell man was too lazy to refute Black Coal. It was obvious that this guy's will had been twisted by the ghost. Even if all this was not done intentionally by the ghost, there was no way to change it.

There is no point in communicating with such fanatics. Their ability to think independently has been completely deprived and they can only obey blindly.

When you encounter such fanatics, the best thing to do is to stay away from them, the farther the better.

"Swing the sword against those who are high and mighty!" The cell people thought of the former colonists.

"Losing doesn't matter," the Cellman thought back to the hardships they'd endured. "Because they've reached a point of no return, haven't they? One more step back would be the abyss of genocide. So what's there to fear? We should take up arms against that so-called heaven, against those so-called gods, against those who claim to be so high and mighty."

The cell man thought of the cultists who were causing trouble in his kingdom. Although they had been completely wiped out now, those so-called gods were still alive. Sooner or later, he would turn his butcher knife against them and pull them down from the so-called altar.

"Never give up the courage to wield a knife. If you give up even this, then all your backbone as a human being will be stripped away. Can a person without backbone still be considered a human being?"

The cell man thought of those guys who were willing to kneel beside the colonists, and his smile and eyes gradually became colder, with a chilling chill.

"No, they are no longer human beings. They are just dogs...slaves, obedient slaves, loyal slaves, slaves without any ability to think."

He paused for a moment. The cell man originally wanted to say dog, but when he thought of a huge guy who had once been loyal to him, he silently swallowed the word and replaced it with another word with a similar but different meaning.

Describing those guys as dogs is really an insult to dogs.

When the Withered Skeleton heard this, she felt a little dissatisfied again, but before she could open her mouth, she was dragged back by the Flame Man. She watched the quarrel between the two guys with a shudder of fear, fearing that if she really angered them, the Cell Man would suddenly attack, and the ghosts who had been protecting them before would not be able to react in time, and they would die here with their heads falling off.

So he grabbed the wither skeleton and tried his best to comfort it, taking the time to explain a few things to the cell man. "The so-called Will of Hell has always been an invisible existence, and rarely interferes with us. We can't find it, so we might as well accept our fate. After all, it won't happen to us. As for what those zombie pigmen think, it's none of our business."

The Flame Man, who usually has a violent temper, now has to play the role of a gentle person. It would be impossible for him to say these words under normal circumstances.

"Coward," the Cell Man scoffed sarcastically, not wanting to bother with him anymore. He was afraid he'd be killed by the other party, and it would be difficult to tell the ghost. The favor the ghost owed him had already been repaid in that duel. If he killed the guy later, wouldn't he owe the ghost another favor? It was too troublesome to think about it.

Strangely, the Wither Skeleton did not react to the word "coward", but the ghost flashed in front of the Blaze, raised the sign and poked the other party, and then it saw its precious sign quickly ignite and turn into ashes.

The ghost was stunned for a moment, then nimbly took out another one from his own void, but the color of this one was a little black.

Steve had given it quite a few small wooden signs, and if one broke, it could just be replaced with another.

It’s a bit of a pity. That was the original little wooden sign that had been with it for so long, but now it has burned to ashes.

[Then what]

The Flame Man looked at the ghost with expectant eyes, thinking hard and even thinking so hard that his mind was spinning rapidly, because he really couldn't remember anything else. This was all he could understand.

Why did the two races fight? Who won and who lost? So what if they lost? That's all I have to say. I don't know the details.

So the Flame Man could only shake his head regretfully and lower his head, afraid to see the ghost's lost eyes.

But the ghost didn't care.

Seeing that all the questions had been asked, the ghost directly opened the chat group and found Steve. He threw all the words that the Blaze and Wither Skeleton had said to him without any organization and sent them all to him without changing a single word.

Then he calmly closed the chat group.

Steve, who was over there, heard the news and subconsciously opened the chat group, then tried to read the message with his side eyes.

After all, he was still discussing the division of the potion with the Pig Spirit. He couldn't just bow his head openly, as that would be too disrespectful to the other party.

I just don't know if using healing potions on them will be useful, and I don't know if it will turn into damaging potions.

Steve thought divergently.

425 This is not this

Surrounded by green trees, there are intricately carved stone sculptures, rugged rockery, gurgling water, wooden corridors, messy and orderly black bamboos, and a green pond filled with lotus flowers.

There are three elegant characters engraved on the stone tablet outside the door.

"Summer Cicada"

Chinatsu's family was a famous and large family. Before Japan sank, it was already a prominent family. Thanks to its good family tradition and precise decision-making, it did not decline in the war. Instead, it found good soil, took root, sprouted, and gradually flourished.

If that tragedy had not happened, it would probably have continued to sprout and grow as usual.

But there is no if.

Disasters and tragedies followed one after another, and the family that should have been happy was torn apart and had no complete body.

The pain of losing her blood relatives and the relentless pressure from greedy people almost drove the 12-year-old girl to despair. But blood feud could not break her spine. She gritted her teeth and crawled out of the bloody corpses to survive.

Now she only needs one last step to take back what belongs to her, even without bloodshed or the sound of a whistle.

Because there are only seven days left, all those who have officially graduated can establish natural communication and become true talisman masters.

Yes, as long as she becomes an official talisman master, even if she has never done anything, even if there is no clear will to recognize it, as long as she is willing, she can take over the entire family. It is not an empty title, there will be no double-dealing, and she will be in charge of life and death, making all the preparations and plans turn to ashes.

After all, "Anyone who maliciously kills a talisman master will have his entire clan executed." This harsh law, accompanied by the baptism of countless blood, is deeply engraved in the hearts of everyone in this era.

Chinatsu Terajima - Chinatsu Yuzuki's nominal uncle. What he wants is victory, and the family rights that he has longed for all his life and has been trampled upon by his brother.

He didn't want to end up lying at someone's feet like a dog, nor did he want to see all his plans destroyed and his young son implicated in the massacre.

Moreover, even if he was unwilling to admit it, he still had feelings for this family and the ridiculous so-called family honor.

No matter how excessive it is, it is just an internal dispute. The winner takes all and the loser has nothing. Only in this way can the survivors be qualified to take charge of the family. The fools will only be completely dismantled by those hunters who come after the smell of blood. After all, the methods of competitors will not be as gentle and rule-abiding as those of the officials.

He used lies as if nothing had happened to cover up his betrayal and madness.

But betrayal and madness come without a price, only stupidity does.

The black car braked suddenly and got stuck at the gate of Xia Family Garden, blocking the way tightly.

There was an old man in the car, but his movements were not as slow as one of his age. He skillfully opened the car door, closed it, and knocked on the door.

At this moment, Dongfang Xun's short black-gray hair was combed neatly, and the slightly messy beard on his chin was now neatly trimmed. His gray-black military uniform was hung with a dazzling array of medals, and there was not a single wrinkle on the cuffs. His gold-rimmed glasses were folded and wrapped in white cloth and placed in the chest pocket of his shirt, completely ignoring his previous attitude of maintaining a healthy appearance.

But after a moment, there was still no movement over there. Seeing that no one paid attention to him, he frowned, and the spiritual power resonance that was already quite restless jumped, and finally twisted into a clear symbol out of thin air.

'cut.'

The locked door split in two cleanly, and the heavy sound was gradually drowned out by the dense footsteps. The private soldiers who were kept by the gang were attracted by the noise and gathered around with samurai swords in their hands. When they got closer and saw people, they dared only form a circle.

The dazzling array of medals and honors hanging on it didn't look fake. Even if they were fake, the clean cut on the wooden door that collapsed to the ground must be real. They didn't even have guns, but they didn't flee in all directions. It was a great courage they showed.

The one who looked like the leader hesitated for a moment, raised his long stick and took two steps forward, his voice trembling as he pretended to be calm.

The principal could see that his hands were shaking, but it was his duty and someone had to step up.

"Sir, trespassing is illegal. We've reported it to the patrol officer. Please raise your hands and step back. There's still room for recovery. Don't make the same mistake again."

This speech obviously did not satisfy people. He walked forward slowly, which scared people. They subconsciously retreated frequently, causing a small gap in the encirclement. Only then did he calm down, grit his teeth, and stand firm in front of people.

"gentlemen?"

The principal stood in front of the man without saying a word, but he reached into his hem pocket, took out an ID, and waved it in front of the man's face. His tone was not so harsh. He showed the demeanor of an elder that he had honed from staying in the school for a long time, and spoke slowly and gently in a persuasive manner.

"Alright, this is a special search warrant, officially approved. You've fulfilled your duties and can move aside. Whatever happens next will not be your responsibility."

It's not impossible to break in by force. Anyway, he opened the door violently when he came in and had no intention of having a good talk. Moreover, he had already reported to his superiors and was allowed to handle it himself as long as no one died. However, he didn't want to be so petty as to vent his grudge with that guy on these people who were just trying to make a living. He just wanted to get rid of them.