Becoming a creator in prehistory

Chapter 116
Under the influence of the sound of the flute, memories that were once dusty continue to emerge.

Benu remembered that he was Zach, and all this was the life he had experienced before becoming a Druid.

His father who is a charcoal burner, his mother who is a full-time housewife, and his younger brother who is seriously ill are all part of his life.

However, he didn't know what happened to his younger brother. He once lost his memory under the influence of the sound of the flute, and left the family forever.

Recalling what had happened to him, Bennu felt resentful in his heart.

"It was the flute that made me lose my family, and it was the flute player that kept me from seeing my brother for the last time."

Amid Benu's resentment, traces of black mist merged into his body, constantly fueling his negative emotions.

It won't be long before he, like other beings swallowed by the dead mist, will completely merge with the mist and become a dead soul governed by the six realms of reincarnation.

However, at this moment, the father who had been standing silently by the side spoke:
"Zach, do you know that my father, your grandfather, taught me to have a cold heart.

Only by being cruel enough can one survive in this world.

I have always regarded this sentence as a wise saying. Every year after winter, I will dig the graves for the children who died young with my own hands.

And in this process, I have always restrained myself from showing a trace of sadness, I thought that I would be cold enough.

However, now I know that all this is just a disguise. "

Speaking of this, the father's face was full of tears, he hugged his dying brother, choked up and continued:
"Sorry, I can't watch my children die one by one in peace.

I can neither face all this coldly nor provide you with the conditions to live. I am an incompetent father. "

Seeing this, the mother on the side couldn't help feeling sad. She hugged Benu and cried:
"My child, if it were possible, I wish you had not been born into this family.

If you weren't my child, then you wouldn't have suffered such a life-and-death farewell, I'm sorry. "

The revelation of his parents' true feelings suffocated the anger in Benu's heart, which greatly delayed the speed of his assimilation by the dead fog.

However, this is only treating the symptoms but not the root cause. If he continues to develop like this, sooner or later he will become a part of the dead fog.

And at this critical moment, an emerald green light spot appeared in front of him.

At the same time, bursts of shouts came from inside.

"Benu, can you hear me, wake up quickly."

Benu was taken aback when he heard the sound, because it was Ashmi's voice.

"Teacher, he actually went deep into the dead fog to save me!"

At this moment, Benu's heart was greatly moved.

Although he thinks he made a mistake becoming a druid, he doesn't regret meeting Ashmi.

Thinking of this, Benu looked at his parents and his dying brother reluctantly.

"The dream is fake after all, it's just a reappearance of my lost memory, and it's almost come to an end now.

Goodbye, family, this time I will not forget again! "

After all, Benu stretched out his hand decisively and grasped the green light.

In an instant, everything around him began to fade, and he opened his eyes from the coma.

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After some searching, Ashmi finally found Benu in a tree hole.

His body was surrounded by black mist, like a cocoon shell, tightly wrapping him in it.

The sunlight could not penetrate into the tree hole, and this layer of dead fog did not dissipate at all.

No matter how Ashmi shouted, Benu could not be awakened from his coma.

This layer of dead fog was like the spines of a hedgehog, making it impossible for him to attack.

Feeling the continuous passage of time, Ashmi put his heart on the sidelines, opened the dragon scales on his body, and then stretched out his hand directly towards the dead mist.

For foreign objects, the dead mist is very aggressive. Under the erosion of the mist, Ashmi only felt a sharp pain in his arm.

In order to save his student, he didn't choose to withdraw his arm, but endured the severe pain and continued to poke inside.

When he reached Benu, he grabbed his arm and tried to drag him out.

However, an accident happened at this time.

A stronger dragging force pulled him into the mist instead.

Ashmi was caught off guard, staggered, and instantly fell in the direction of the mist.

Even he himself thought that it was completely over.

However, with a bleating sound, the goat dragonborn bit his clothes from behind at a critical moment.

Ashmi, who regained his stature, couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

However, the drag in the dead fog is still not over at this time.

Although the Goat Dragonborn and him managed to stabilize his figure, Ashmi knew that such a stalemate was not an option, and it would really be over when his strength was exhausted.

Thinking of this, he directly used the elemental force, using his arm as a bridge, trying to wake up Bennu who was in a coma.

Hard work pays off, in his attempts again and again, Benu finally opened his eyes.

Seeing the student regained consciousness, Ashmi was very relieved, and he quickly said:
"Benu, I'm going to pull you out now, and I need your cooperation."

On the other side, Benu, who woke up from the dream, nodded quickly when he heard the words.

In this way, with the cooperation of two people and one sheep, Benu was dragged out of the dead fog little by little.

However, in this process, their physical strength is also very large.

Ashmi looked wearily at Benu who was only half out, and the other half of his body was still in the dead fog, and couldn't help panting a few times.

Then, he untied the safety rope around his waist with one hand, and wrapped him around Benu's hand.

"Benu, it's still a bit reluctant to rely on our strength alone. I'll pull the safety rope later, and let the fellow druids guarding outside the dead fog help us."

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Outside the dead fog, a group of druids stood here, anxiously waiting for news from Ashmi.

The surrounding atmosphere was suppressed to the extreme, and everyone stood still and did not dare to make even the slightest sound.

And at this moment, a druid suddenly said loudly:
"Look quickly, Menghu, it's Menghu who is here."

The sudden words startled the people around, but no one bothered about it at this time.

They hurriedly looked at the way they came from, and indeed it was Meng Hu, the former oak sage, who was very recognizable by the antler decoration on his head.

Seeing this, the elders of Mu Shu's line rushed up to welcome them, and greeted them with a feigned concern:
"Menghu, aren't you guarding the ring of druids? Why are you at the front line at this time?"

When Meng Hu heard this, he suddenly lost his temper.

"Hmph, I asked the question knowingly, such a big thing happened here, can I not come here quickly."

Elder Mu Shu knew that Menghu appeared here because the inheritance of the oak sage was made public.

However, he still asked the question knowingly:
"Oh, Ashmi ventured deep into the dead fog, you care about him so much, it shows the deep love between you teachers and students.

However, you have to persuade him that you can't take such risks after becoming the oak sage. "

Seeing that the other party was being so obedient while taking advantage of it, Meng Hu was so angry that his chest heaved a few times.

"Ashmi, look at what you've done.

Once, I thought you were the most outstanding of all my students.

I am proud of you, that's why I am willing to recommend you to succeed the oak sage in front of the forest fairies.

However, you have betrayed my trust. "

Just when Menghu was sullen, the druid holding the safety rope felt movement.

"It's Ashmi's signal, come on, let's pull him out quickly."

Just when everyone was working together, the original translucent mist suddenly returned to a dark color without light.

Obviously, the dead fog has adapted to the sunlight, and the short safe period of alternating day and night is over...

(End of this chapter)