Ji Yao's expression paused. No wonder Gu Feng had criticized this place before as having no living people guarding it.
Now it seems that this is the case, isn't it?
Beneath the sacred and clear Mena Snow Mountain, buried are piles of bones, the end of which stretches as far as the eye can see...
When an avalanche occurs, bones are exposed in the wild.
The little green-haired boy who was watching closely was so frightened that he didn't know where to look.
It stood on Ji Yao's shoulder, and as the altitude continued to rise, the view became wider and wider.
Looking down from the sky, there is nothing but snow all over the mountains.
Everywhere I look, there are only bones.
Like dominoes, layers upon layers of overlapping and rolling down.
The more Little Green Hair looked at it, the more frightened he felt.
Among these skeletons... there is no skull!!!
"Host, have we entered some evil forbidden area?"
This damn place is so creepy.
Gu Xingzhi, who had flown up a step later dragging the red-haired demon cultivator, frowned when he heard this.
He looked at Ji Yao's cold profile, opened his mouth but in the end no words came out.
Ji Yao said nothing.
Quietly gaze at the snow-capped mountains that look like hell on earth.
Broken images flashed in his pupils.
It seems like someone is wailing and wailing...
And there was also the heart-wrenching roar: You deceived my entire clan, you will not die a good death!
A series of grief-stricken roars passed by Ji Yao's ears.
It was like a pair of withered hands reaching out from the River of Forgetfulness, determined to drag passers-by into hell.
Why did you break your promise!
fraud!
You will not die well!
......
A crystal clear tear flowed from the corner of Ji Yao's eye, carried by the wind across the snow and fell on the ever-increasing mountain of bones.
Ji Yao felt a flash of warmth on his cheek and subconsciously turned his face away.
After a long while, she turned around and asked Gu Xingzhi, "Are there any remaining souls staying in this place?"
Gu Xingzhi threw the demon cultivator aside and slowly approached Ji Yao.
“There are no remaining souls here.”
Looking at the endless Mena Snow Mountain below his feet, a hint of cruelty flashed in Ji Yao's eyes.
This is not some wonder of a snowy mountain, it is clearly a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Beneath the white snow lies countless sins.
And this...seems to be related to her.
It seems that she must visit the Jiuli tribe.
This time the snow mountain collapsed and the formation was destroyed, which will definitely attract the inspection of the disciples of the Jiuli tribe.
By then......
I don’t know if it was Ji Yao’s illusion.
She looked at the white bones rolling in the snow-capped mountains and felt an extremely weak breath.
Ji Yao's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately followed the breath with his spiritual sense.
She desperately wanted to catch that fleeting breath
Before he knew it, he had left Gu Xingzhi far behind.
When Gu Xingzhi caught up with him, dragging his burden with him.
Ji Yao was squatting on the top of the mountain, with his head down, looking at something, and something seemed a little off.
Impatiently throwing the red-haired demon cultivator aside, he said to Ji Yao in a gentle voice:
"Yaoyao, come here."
Ji Yao heard a familiar voice and turned around with a dazed expression.
He muttered to himself, "How dare they!"
At this moment, the little green-haired boy squatting on Ji Yao's shoulder was hiccuping with fear.
Without the cover of snow, the true appearance of the Mena Snow Mountain appeared in front of the few people.
The originally continuous ridgeline was split in the middle like a spine that had suddenly been broken.
The sunken area is now filled up.
All skulls...
Skeletons of all sizes lay on their backs, with demonic energy emanating from their dark eye sockets.
Half of the bones have gone with the snow, but the resentment still lingers in the snow-capped mountains.
Ji Yao didn't know how many skulls would be needed to fill the huge depression between the two mountains.
But looking at those skulls of different sizes, she felt a chill all over her body.
“Crack—”
Ji Yao turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.
Among the countless skulls in the pit, there was a palm-sized head emitting a jade-like light.
A jade-white bone flower poked its head out.
Ji Yao's breathing became tight.
Flowers bloom on dry bones, and fragrance permeates the remains.
Honor life with death.
Every day lived above death is a flower...
Looking at the withered bone flower struggling to jump out from the pile of skulls, Ji Yao subconsciously reached out to it.
Threads of vitality float towards the bone flower.
As if smelling the scent of food, the bone flower jumped out of the jade-colored skull impatiently.
Following the force of vitality, he ran towards Ji Yao's palm...
After a while, it finally absorbed all the vitality.
After eating and drinking, she lay directly on Ji Yao's palm.
Ji Yao and Gu Xingzhi looked at each other and simultaneously focused their attention on the bone flower.
The little green-haired boy's attention was on the jade-colored skull in the pit that was trying to jump up.
"Host, these two are not one and the same!"
Looking at the bone flower and the skull playing with their own things, a hint of doubt flashed in Ji Yao's eyes.
How come this bone flower isn't shy at all?
Could it be...
Ji Yao reached out and poked the withered bone flower that seemed to have lain down and taken a deep sleep.
Unexpectedly, a strangely pronounced Mandarin sentence entered Ji Yao's ears:
"Pinch~ Pretty girl, stick with me!"
Ji Yao's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he glanced at Gu Fengpi inconspicuously.
Seeing that his expression was normal, it didn't seem like he heard anything strange...
So, she is the only one who can hear the sound of the bone flower?
"Oh, look here, cousin~"
This time Ji Yao was very sure that she had heard it correctly.
The withered bone flower in front of her seemed to be lying obediently in her hand.
He was flirting with her in authentic Guangxi dialect???
He even whistled an off-tune tune at her...
It was always Ji Yao who teased others, but this withered bone flower was simply like a mouse asking a cat for meat - strange!
Ji Yao glanced at the red-haired demon cultivator who was stunned.
With a wave of his hand, he built a barrier between the few of them...isolating the red-haired demon cultivator outside the barrier.
Ji Yao asked tentatively: "Cousin?"
"Hey~ cousin~"
As soon as he finished talking, the Bone Flower, sensing something was wrong, instantly jumped up and tried to escape back into the pile of skulls.
But he was caught red-handed by Ji Yao.
"Cousin? Want to chat?"
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