He actually wanted to use this sticky [decayed] blood to color himself, ah, what a foolish dream.
Such a thin and brittle paper will not be stained with any color if it jumps into the lake, because once the white paper falls into the water, it will be melted and shredded by the thick blood plasma, turning into [rotten] ash and piling up on the side, becoming a part of this barren red soil!
Otherwise, where do you think such a large piece of wasteland came from?
Over the past tens of millions of years, countless corrupt pilgrims have jumped into the lake in an attempt to gain His protection, but were crushed by the sticky blood and washed into the bloody mud beneath our feet.
What we are stepping on is not mud, but the blood and flesh of thousands of [corrupted] believers!"
This is not mud, but flesh and blood...?
The puppet master was a little shocked. She controlled the ranger puppet to raise its feet and crush the soil beneath her feet. Seeing the black blood oozing out and covering the instep of her feet, she was shocked and her eyes froze slightly.
This is faith.
The obsession of pursuing faith was so fanatical that countless unknown pilgrims died one after another, embellishing the history of corruption.
No wonder the historian, even though he already had memories of it, tried his best to come in and take a look, because everything in front of the two of them was living history, a history of flesh and blood and faith.
Witnessing it with your own eyes is far more shocking and real than recalling it.
The scene fell silent again until the surrounding fog began to fade away and the thick blood in the blood lake began a new round of accumulation. Only then did the puppet master break the silence again. She raised her eyebrows, looked at Zuo Qiu with interest and said:
"Your memories couldn't have been shared with you by Lin Xi?"
Zuo Qiu sighed and shook his head:
"I am just a historian with a score of 2300. Apart from knowing this name, I have no connection with the Chosen One. My memory...
It’s the person in the coffin.”
An Jing was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly realized.
“It turned out that the historical school ate the man in the coffin?
So it seems that Lin Xi has taken a lot of blame for you!
Almost everyone thought that he had received the gift of [Corruption] and killed the person who showed him the way."
"No, the 'disappearance' of the man in the coffin is indeed related to us.
But their deaths... have nothing to do with us.”
?
An Jing obviously felt that this sentence was contradictory, but then her doubts were resolved by the historian.
"The historical school has always wanted to complete the history of the underground, but this work cannot avoid the study of the Sighing Forest. The history of [Decay] has always been scarce. It is said that only the [Decay] characters carved on the Sepulchre Tomb record some of the history of [Decay]. So everyone is eager to find a way to reach the Sepulchre Tomb.
Long before the man in the coffin appeared, we had identified several paths by flipping through the few volumes of books, but because the path to the depths of the Sighing Tide was too dangerous, we chose to give up after trying many times.
We don't want to become history before we understand all the history.
However, we never thought that there would be people who were even crazier than the historical school in their pursuit of history, and this crazy organization was the Man in the Coffin.
This organization of only a hundred or so [Corrupt] believers, in order to make their names "go down in history", actually wants to pave a road to a bloody grave with their own lives!
They used the so-called range overlap method to continuously narrow the scope, and then used the deaths of different members as marks, approaching the septicemia tomb little by little.
Logically speaking, even if all six players in a trial are in the coffin, the exploration range of the six players is just a drop in the bucket compared to the vast Forest of Sighs. This is almost an impossible exploration.
But fate favors lunatics. Even these lunatics themselves did not expect that when almost all the people in the coffins were killed, a lucky person among them actually found the location of the Tomb of Septic Blood!
Not only that, he also witnessed a sacrificial ceremony there where [Decadent] believers made a pilgrimage and sacrificed themselves.
He was frightened by this suicidal pilgrimage ritual, and started to run away without saying a word. He did not hide until he retreated to a safe area without the Sighing Tide. He planned to wait patiently for the trial to be over before spreading the explosive news.
And then, the most ironic thing happened.
A [Foul] player who embraced greed somehow discovered his hiding place, and then killed the man in the coffin who was the only one who knew the path to the Septic Blood Tomb just for an exquisitely carved magic lamp in his hand.
The historical school had never seen the person in the coffin, and they almost died in the trial of finding the route.
But the School of History is also lucky, because in a certain trial, one of our [Memory] believers killed a [Foul] teammate who tried to rob him, and then found out everything about the man in the coffin from his memory!
But since the person in the coffin only exists in the memory of memory, we cannot fill in all the details. After trying our best, we only found the part about the blood lake.
So we pretended to be the people in the coffin and released clues, hoping to use the death of those fanatical believers to complete the route. After that, it was Lin Xi who successfully walked here. "
An Jing was so shocked by this absurd historical truth that she was at a loss. She looked at the historian in front of her, opened her mouth, but didn't say a word.
“That’s what history is, isn’t it?
In the past, stories were passed down from one person to another by word of mouth. We remembered their stories, and in the future, others will remember our stories.
What I have to do is just to verify the authenticity of this story and make the details of this story more vivid. "
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