Chapter 287 Open your eyes and see the world

"Is this okay for us? Du Ge, we all came from the same place, so we don't have to be so..."

Looking at the receding backs of the reed people and bamboo people, Bing Ji said in a low voice.

There was no longer any harshness or provocation on Bingdu's face. Instead, he looked carefully at the outer walls and roads of the Sand City.

He said softly: "Aji, we represent the ghost world."

"Do you get me?"

Bengji seemed to have thought of something, his eyelids drooped and he nodded.

Seeing that his young cousin understood, Bingdu felt relieved.

Before coming, Funeral Du warned Funeral Ji that the two of them must show completely different sides.

Bing Duhui appears as an outspoken and arrogant elder brother, while Bing Ji plays the role of a kind and humble younger brother.

Dangerous and offensive things are done by funeral agents.

He knew that he had to play the villain in order to obtain more intelligence about Sand City, and he was ready to die for it - this could only be accomplished by an experienced funeral poisoner.

Bing Ji will play the role of a kind and gentle innocent person. Even if Bing Du encounters an accident, he will be able to pass the information gained from his brother's sacrifice back to the Kingdom of God.

It’s not that the ghost god has any extra ideas about this vortex world.

Instead, they should use this opportunity to obtain more knowledge and skills of the Yao clan, and thereby push the ghost world into a channel of rapid development.

The Sand City messenger Yu Gu stayed in Zhulu Kingdom and had a huge impact on the reed people and bamboo people. This time, the Ghost Realm must take the initiative to fight for it and cannot be left behind by Zhulu Kingdom again.

Before leaving, Apostle Buluo said to Bingdu: "There are only 146 people left in the Bing tribe. Each one of them is precious. You are the supporters of the Kingdom of God and the hope for the future. You have a difficult mission on your shoulders."

"During this trip, you must remember and learn as much as possible about the Yao clan's achievements, especially those related to the ghost world, such as ghosts, military, architecture, engineering..."

"You are the first member of the funeral clan to step out of the ghost world and see the outside world. This is an honor, but also a responsibility."

"The most important thing is that you are responsible for all your actions in Sand City."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

Bian Du nodded.

Buluo handed him a skull cup filled with purple-black fruit wine.

The apostle said softly, "I remember when I was very young, an old man told me that the birth of the Funeral Clan represents the sacrifice of thousands of men for the success of one general. Only among hundreds of thousands of brainless ghouls can there be a Funeral Clan member who knows what he wants."

“But I don’t think so.”

Buluo himself held a bone wine vessel in his hand: "Whether to live or die, whether to live in obscurity or to be passed down through the ages, it is up to you to decide."

"You have been following me for many years. I trust you to do things."

"It's up to you to decide what to do and what to do."

The apostle smiled and clinked his glass with that of Funeral Du.

"Bon voyage, Ambassador."

Bian Du raised his glass and drank it all.

Funeral Du never told Funeral Ji about these things.

The less you know, the less worries you have and the safer you are.

Sometimes you have to show an extroverted and sharp attitude, so that many people will think that a reckless and arrogant person probably doesn't have a very good brain.

…

Bingdu raised his head and looked at the tall tower in front of him.

It is built of square stone bricks. There are no carvings or windows on the tower. It stands upright, and the top emits a faint green firelight.

Funeral Du could feel that there were many ghostly auras inside.

"This is the Ghost Tower."

Slymod in green was leaning on his silver cane and said politely, "You two should be very familiar with ghosts. You can go in and watch for yourself. You would be uncomfortable if I were around."

"There is a spiral staircase inside the tower, leading to the bonfire at the top of the tower. The ghost lighthouses communicate with each other through the bonfire. However, there is only one lighthouse in this world now, so it cannot be used for the time being."

"Also, there aren't many ghosts in this lighthouse, but many of the objects inside are private rooms for ghosts. If you don't have permission, please don't touch objects with flame marks on them."

"Well, I'll be leaving now."

Facing the apostle, Funeral Du maintained courtesy and respect: "Thank you for your guidance."

Two members of the Underworld Clan stepped into the tower.

Different from the messy and simple environment in the Black Tombstone, everything in the Ghost Tower was in good order. A large wooden bookshelf was fixed on the wall, on which were many parchment scrolls tied with hemp ropes, as well as several thick books.

Bingdu looked around and after confirming that there was no flame mark, he took out a parchment scroll and untied the ropes.

The writing on the parchment scroll is elegant and neat, the ink is clear without any fading, some of it looks like some special oil, or some kind of plant dye.

The ghost world has its own writing system, but it usually uses stone tablets as carriers to carve and record various events and patterns. The recording tablets are thick and heavy, and are stored in a huge cellar. It is very difficult to search or organize them.

Also because of the tediousness and trouble, even among the funeral tribe, most people do not like to consult the slate.

“This recording tool is really useful.”

Bian Ji looked at the words on the parchment and said enviously, "It would be great if we could do that too."

Funeral Poison thought about this feasibility.

Sheepskin. There are sheep in the ghost world and you can get sheepskin.

But the dye on the parchment is also needed, and this process cannot be mastered in just a sentence or two.

Bian Du speculated that this black dye was either a powder ground from some kind of stone, or a juice extracted from some black plants. But there must be a trick to make the color even and not disperse.

If I inquire about the formula, regardless of whether I can get a truthful answer, it will definitely attract the attention of Sand City... If I anger the Apostle Mayor here, it will be more trouble than gain.

The target of funeral drugs is clear.

Don’t consider complicated things, and try to find simple and imitable Yao tools and achievements as much as possible.

"It's a pity that I can't understand the Yao language."

Beng Ji was flipping through a parchment scroll, feeling somewhat helpless.

"We don't understand, but the ghosts here certainly do."

Bingdu looked around and found a broom against the wall with a flame symbol printed on the handle.

Now we need to find a ghost translator.

He chanted in his heart.

——Ghost here, in the name of the dead, I call for your response...

The broom shook, and a transparent ghost walked out of it.

This ghost is a child, who looks no more than eleven or twelve years old, and the aura it emits is not very strong.

Bingdu felt delighted.

A young ghost is the best target for gathering intelligence.

The funeral poison asked it: "Ghost here, we are the funeral clan who came here to visit. We have the permission and invitation of the mayor, Mr. Slimmod. Please answer our confusion."

The little ghost yawned, and immediately perked up when he heard the mayor's name: "Outside funeral guests? I've heard of you. You've found the right person. I, Bocha, am the best at getting news. I used to be quite famous in Crystal City."

Bingdu asked, "Crystal City? What is that place?"

"That's the city of the Yao clan, don't you know?"

Bocha said proudly: "Crystal City is one of the new twin cities. Although it is not as famous as the traditional twin cities, it is also very famous. Everyone calls it the Brilliant City, but it should be called the Ghost City. After all, most of the ghost survivors from the old empire still live there."

"In the old empire era? The Yao clan established an empire?" Bingdu pretended to be envious: "It's really amazing."

"No, no."

The little ghost waved his hand and said, "The Yao Clan doesn't have the concept of an empire. That was the history of the Bo God Realm during the time of the Old Gods, which is quite a long time ago."

"Boshen? Is he a subordinate of Yaoshen?"

"How could it be? God Bo was wiped out by Lord Yao... Lord Yao never even showed up, but God Bo was so scared that he blew himself up. It was a very tragic war between gods, but in fact the two warring parties were God Bo and King Wuji..."

After listening to the ghost's description of the old history of the empire, Bingdu felt his head buzzing.

He could tell that Bocha was not exaggerating on purpose.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The other party described it very clearly, including the strength of the gods on both sides of the conflict and various details of the war between the gods. These are the most difficult to fabricate and are easy to find flaws in.

The war started with the Boshen having an overwhelming advantage.

But when the will of God Yao came, it directly reversed the situation, forcing God Bo, a god with a title of god, to commit suicide on the spot, and he didn't even dare to make any resistance.

This is beyond the understanding and cognition of funeral drugs.

According to Bocha's description, the Fifth Fearless Empire has a population of over 300,000, 70,000 long-trained regular troops, and has the help of extraordinary creatures and four apostles. The empire's combat power is extremely terrifying.

The ruler of his kingdom, the god Bo, has repeatedly made altars out of captured gods in order to demonstrate his military power and gain the fire of faith.

The funeral poison is very clear.

In the past, the strength of the Bo Shen Realm would have been overwhelming whether it was facing the You Gui Realm or the Zhu Lu Kingdom.

However, all of this was useless in front of God Yao and shattered at the slightest touch.

Bian Du couldn't help but think of what Apostle Buluo had said.

"Don't think about fighting. The power of the Yao clan is far beyond your imagination. The Yao God is above all the gods. It is not something you and I can understand..."

"The Yao tribe is not our enemy."

"The term enemy is used when the two sides are evenly matched. If there is a being that is completely unmatched, calling the other party an enemy is nothing but an arrogant joke."

"Our imaginary enemy has always been the Zhulu Kingdom."

"Your mission is to achieve more results than Zhulu Country, so that the Ghost Realm can stand out in the near future, gain an advantage over Zhulu Country, and gain more dominance in the future."

The apostles and even the ghost god behind them had already seen everything clearly.

Bingdu gathered his thoughts and raised the parchment scroll in his hand: "Can you help us translate the text on it?"

“That’s easy.”

Bocha took a look and said, "The volume in your hand is The Evildoers of the Abyss, a great epic of the Yao people."

"Then I'll trouble you."

"It's just a small matter. Don't be polite. After all, I am also a ghost scholar. It is my duty to spread knowledge."

Bocha began to interpret the epic: "It begins like this: He is a sinner who is full of sins, and a bloodthirsty god-killer..."

“…Just like that, Haizhe, the evildoer of the Yao clan, accomplished the feat of killing the gods, causing the Lord of the Star Sea to fall, and forever became a legend of the past.”

Bingdu was silent for a while, then asked cautiously: "What is Haizhe's status in the Yao clan?"

"You've asked the right person."

Bocha whispered, "In fact, he was a vicious criminal who killed many ghosts. Later, he was arrested by Mr. Botu, the commander of Yancheng, and was locked up in the dark cell under the ghost lighthouse after being executed."

"Later, the gods showed mercy and gave him a chance to redeem himself with meritorious service. Only then did Haizhe have the opportunity to create an epic. Everyone's attitude towards him was very complicated."

"He accomplished the feat of killing gods, but he also committed many crimes. Some people worship him, while others despise him. As for his strength, he was just average in the past. Once, he tried to escape from prison, but was beaten up by a soldier... He should be on the same level as an ordinary soldier."

Bing Ji couldn't help but ask, "How many armored soldiers does the Yao clan have?"

"I haven't counted them." Bocha frowned and thought for a while: "Probably several thousand. Anyway, there must be one or two hundred in each city."

The two members of the Funeral Clan were speechless for a moment.

After a while, Bingdu recovered and picked up another thick leather book: "Please introduce this book to us."

“This is a good thing.”

Bocha introduced excitedly: "This is the Dragon Language Vocabulary, which was translated by Longji the prophet from the Dragon language. It has very high academic value."

"If you can learn these words and use them skillfully, you might be able to use dragon language spells."

Dragon spell?

Bian Du and Bian Ji looked at each other.

The story of the dragon clan is more or less rumored in many divine kingdoms.

For this race that is comparable to gods, the word "power" itself is synonymous with strength.

Bingdu took a deep breath, forced a smile, and pointed to another parchment scroll next to him: "What's on this one?"

"That book is 'The Bizarre Adventures of Pava'... I like this book very much. It records the feats of many heroes of the Yao tribe... But there is a problem."

"What's the problem?"

Bocha sighed, "The author Mr. Pava stopped writing halfway through. It is said that he died. Some say that he committed suicide because he didn't want to write anymore. I don't know where he went. Don't let me catch him. I want to see the ending of the Dragon's Nest chapter. Damn it."

“…”

The sun sets.

Bian Du and Bian Ji walked out of the Ghost Tower with heavy steps.

What they saw and heard inside was shocking. The history and records in the books and parchment scrolls made them more and more desperate.

The Yao clan has gone too far, and has already reached a place that they cannot understand...

Bingdu looked into the distance, and beside the flower cluster wall formed by sand roses, the reed people and bamboo people were there. The previously vigorous bamboo tiger sat in the corner, looking desolate and depressed.

Lu Shan seemed to realize something, turned around, and found that they were two people from the Funeral Clan. He nodded slightly.

Bingdu thought for a moment and looked at his cousin next to him: "We have to change our strategy temporarily. We have to cooperate with Zhulu Country to have a chance to achieve some results in these three days."

The confrontation between the two kingdoms of God is still going on.

Just a corner of the Yao clan's city is exposed, but it gives people a suffocating feeling. Under such pressure, they simply cannot spare the energy to engage in confrontation.

Bian Du went to Lushan and directly expressed his willingness to exchange what he had.

Lushan agreed readily.

"Then, I wish you a pleasant cooperation in the next three days." Bian Du said solemnly.

Lu Shan also responded seriously: "I hope we can all get what we want."

The two sides shook hands.

Just like when the two divine kingdoms faced natural disasters.

At this moment, joint cooperation is more in the interests of both parties.

(End of this chapter)