The green flames gradually subsided, and when the surrounding darkness surged again, the two of Jenkins stepped forward cautiously. He knelt on one knee on the cobblestones and scraped away the pile of warm cobblestones. No body was seen underneath, only a layer of white ash. Baihui roughly formed the appearance of a human figure, and there was a thumb-sized cylindrical glass bottle at the heart of the human figure.
There was nothing in the bottle, and the cork was plain. But when he picked it up, Jenkins suddenly felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, and then he understood the reason for the throbbing:
"This is a gift!"
He blurted out, and the elf on the other side also said:
"This is the reward of the test. I think my lord really likes you... This is a gift that has never been recorded by humans. It is called [Holy Spring Water Bottle] in the Flower Forest, and it is enshrined in the temple on the center island of Yueluo Lake all the year round. middle.
Fill the bottle with water, and every 72 hours, it can transform into a piece of holy spring water that can heal any non-mystical trauma. If the injury is less than a body fracture, it will heal immediately; if the injury is greater than a body fracture, the limbs will be shredded into minced meat, and it will take at least 3 hours to recover. But be careful, the holy spring water can only be stored in the bottle, and if it is not consumed within 10 seconds after taking it out, it will become invalid immediately. "
"Meow~"
Chocolate's two small cat ears protruded from Jenkins' pocket, even though they were wet by the rain, they would not be stretched back.
"Is it really a gift?"
Sigrid asked in surprise, like most gift givers, she hadn't seen many gifts.
"Yes, indeed."
He hesitated for a while, and stuffed the bottle into her hand:
"Do you feel it?"
Jenkins asked.
"How does it feel? Oh, I understand, no, this gift did not choose me."
"pity… "
Jenkins took it back in disappointment. If the [Holy Spring Water Bottle] chooses Sigrid, then this gift belongs to her. In this way, Jenkins will find an excuse to get the World Tree seed back. Although the two are not equivalent, at least he has paid a part of the price, and the rest can be found again.
"This is yours, I can't take it."
Probably seeing the idea of Jenkins wanting to give it away, the blond girl blushed and returned the bottle to Jenkins. Because she was a little cold, the two were still almost stuck together, which made the young lady a little uncomfortable.
"Well, it's really not useful to me. I can treat similar injuries. It's not difficult."
As he spoke, he shook the bottle in his hand, and then it fell into a peaceful sleep in the spirit.
"From this point of view, Fanhua is indeed more generous than Death."
Jenkins thought in his heart, pressed the chocolate back into his pocket again with his fingers, and looked at the upstream of the stream with Sigrid.
The elf on the other side picked up the lute again, this time with some distant and sad poems:
"The oldest legend,
A story that gave birth to the undead.
That is the sad story of a sad man,
who can understand,
Loved ones go away,
Farewell to those who know you,
The pity is not there,
Acquaintances forget.
Life originates from the beginning,
Life ends in death.
The way of nature lies in the cycle,
Changeless,
Only the stars of heaven,
and God in mind. "
There was nothing unusual about the singing, but the sad tone made both Jenkins and Sigrid very uncomfortable. The two looked at the dark distance in the rain, trying not to listen to the elves singing over and over again.
When he finished singing for the fourth time, a dark shadow finally appeared upstream of the stream. The singing stopped immediately, and Jenkins subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, knowing for the first time that a beautiful song can also torture people.
He was still the one who went into the water to pull the corpse, and after dragging it ashore, checked it with dim light. Jenkins still recognized the corpse this time, and it was Scruple Pompeii who died at the hands of Mr. Hood.
Jenkins and his cousin explained Pompeii's identity and story, and then dragged the corpse to the place where the first corpse was buried just now, where there were many pebbles.
"Really, you'll cause me trouble even if you die."
Jenkins complained that he was not so polite with the corpse. He picked up the pebble and threw it directly on the corpse instead of putting it on it carefully as before.
Seeing Jenkins' childish behavior, Sigrid smiled. She reached up to brush her hair, which was stuck to her body in the rain, and bent down to pick up pebbles with Jenkins.
This time the progress was very fast, but unlike the last time, this time the soaked and somewhat whitish corpse waited until it was almost completely covered before opening its mouth:
"You killed me."
"I didn't kill you."
Jenkins said angrily, the murderer was obviously Mr. Hood.
"We all rely on the power of death, why do you want to kill me?"
"I repeat, I didn't kill you."
Jenkins was really a little angry, but the corpse still reached out and grabbed his wrist, which happened to be the same position that "Daddy's corpse" grabbed just now.
He shook it a few times and wanted to break free, but the opponent's hand seemed to be stuck to Jenkins's hand, and he couldn't break free at all:
"Why do we all use the power of death, I die and you live?"
"Because you don't understand balance, it is naturally balanced, instead of relying on death in extreme ways. You don't understand balance, so you die."
Jenkins said nonsense.
Sigrid had no opinion on this question, so she didn't speak this time.
"Balance? What is balance?"
Pompey's corpse asked again.
"Pros and cons, night and day, justice and evil... why do you ask this question? Didn't you go to school?"
Jenkins, who just graduated from elementary school, asked, but he was really qualified to ask this question, because he was actually a graduate student in the materialistic technological world.
"Impossible, there can be no balance in this world."
The corpse's voice suddenly became sharp.
"Of course there is no absolute balance, it is naturally a dynamic balance!"
There was a flash of white light overhead, and the lightning startled Jenkins. He looked around and let Sigrid stand closer to him, feeling that something was wrong:
"Do you know dynamic balance? It's not a moment-to-moment balance, but a balance that is constantly changing between positive and negative around a certain standard. Naturally, it changes, but as long as you clarify and maintain this point, you will be able to achieve balance between imbalance and balance." —A constant cycle of imbalance, which is balance.”
boom~
The thunder seemed to explode from the top of the head, and even the rain became more violent after the thunder. Jenkins didn't understand, so he looked up again, and then looked at his cousin, wanting to ask her if she found anything wrong.
PS: The wrong time was set in the morning, and the two chapters were sent together. Forget it, treat it as an addition.