If it were so easy to pick, how could this flower have bloomed for thousands of years and remained there?

"The bones here have been piled up for thousands of years, and no one has come here for years. Not only do they nurture the corpses, but they also nurture all kinds of poisonous insects and ferocious beasts. Since the animals believe that the resting place of the spirit deer is a sacred place, they will naturally guard this holy place and not let outsiders disturb it."

The poisonous snake just now was the guardian.

In addition to it, there are probably many animals guarding this place. Anyone who rashly breaks in will surely die!

Zong Zhengchen glanced over.

The distance from here to the dead flower where the spirit deer lives is at least ten meters. If you want to pick the dead flower, you must walk forward and pick it with your hands. However, such a long distance hides many unknown dangers, and even getting close to the dead flower is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

He frowned, pondered for a moment, scanned the surroundings, and suddenly spoke:

"How long is the rope you brought?"

Han Feng immediately replied: "It's a climbing rope with steel claws attached, and it's forty meters long."

"That's enough." The man raised his eyes and pointed to the thousand-year-old tree above his head. There was a thick section of the trunk growing horizontally, just extending to Linglu Terrace.

"Hang the rope up and pick it while it's suspended in mid-air."

Han Feng's eyes lit up.

right!

Why didn't he think of it!

With a pull of his inner strength, a roll of rope was hung on a tall and thick tree trunk.

"Let me go! Let me go!" Daniu suddenly volunteered and ran forward. "This mountain belongs to our village. The snakes and insects here won't hurt me. Let me go and pick the fruits!"

He patted his chest and, whether intentionally or unintentionally, emphasized the words "belongs to our village".

Han Ying frowned.

What he meant was that Cangqiong Mountain belonged to their village, and this flower of the dead also belonged to their village?

According to her personality, she would have taken action long ago, but seeing that her master didn't say anything, she didn't say anything either.

"Sir, let your subordinates go. It's very dangerous here. Brother Daniu, you don't know martial arts. If you encounter an emergency, it will be difficult for you to react. I will go pick it." A guard analyzed the situation taking the overall situation into consideration.

When Daniu heard this, he became anxious.

This is the flower of the dead that their ancestors have been searching for for several lifetimes. How could it be picked by outsiders?

This is a treasure belonging to their village!

Although we don’t know what the flower of the dead does, our ancestors risked their lives to find it, so it must be a good thing!

"Let me go!" he said hastily, then strode to Han Feng, grabbed the other end of the rope, and tied it around his waist with swift hands and feet.

"I often go hunting in the mountains, so I'm pretty good at it. Pull me up and swing over!"

He can't wait.

Seeing this, Han Feng had no choice but to obey Daniu's wishes and pull him up.

Using the tree trunk as a fulcrum, the bull was pulled into the air, avoiding the piles of bones, and then swung over using inertia.

"Lower."

His body swayed in mid-air.

"Lower."

"Lower!"

After a few vigorous swings, he finally approached the Linglu Terrace.

When you look closer, you will see that the budding flower of the dead is actually wrapped in a layer of bright white light, as if it has gathered countless souls, like a god.

There was greed and desire in the big bull's eyes, and he quickly reached out to pick it.

However, as soon as my fingers touched the leaves, they felt a sharp pain as if they were burned.

"ah!!"

The fingertips turned black instantly.

But, more than that, the black spot spread along the fingers, to the back of the hand, and then to the wrist... like an invisible demon, it was rapidly devouring him.

"Ah! My hand! My hand!!"