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Chapter 785 The Dead Boy (15)

"Let's explore the path first, and learn how to play the dungeon." Ma Feifei finally made up his mind, got up from the bed, put on his shoes, and stopped in front of the teleportation wall created by the system. space ring, and took out the Nine Dragons Sacred Bone Sword from it.

This sword is the most powerful weapon that Ma Feifei has so far. According to what the Canglong Spirit said before, this Nine Dragon Sacred Bone Sword is a weapon of the Ninth Grade God, left by the writer who created the Canglong Continent. This is the only one that came down.

"Ding~! Do you want to enter the host's exclusive copy?" The system's prompt sounded.

"Sure!"

"Om~"

A dark oval black hole appeared on the wall, just big enough for a person to pass through.

Ma Feifei looked at the black hole, raised his legs and stepped in.

"Brush~"

It was dark in front of his eyes, and there was silence in his ears. After an unknown amount of time, light began to appear in front of Ma Feifei's eyes, and the sound of birds and insects could be vaguely heard.

Slowly, Ma Feifei heard human voices, as well as the 'creak' and 'creak' sounds of the wheels moving forward.

"Whoosh~"

A crack appeared in the space, and Ma Feifei fell out of it, just falling into a pit.

"squeak~"

"squeak~"

The sound of the cart being pushed was extremely harsh in the middle of the night. The cart was being pulled by a middle-aged man in gray coarse linen, and at the rear of the cart was a rather young boy following behind. Smart eyes have been staring at the cart.

Lying on the cart was a young boy about his age. His face was pale, his eyes were closed, his face was expressionless, and the corners of his mouth were still stained with blood dried by the wind. He was wearing the same gray coarse linen clothes as them. But the blood has soaked the clothes, obviously he is dead.

"Father, he is so pitiful." The youthful boy following behind the cart couldn't help but whispered.

"squeak~"

The middle-aged man pushing the scooter suddenly paused when he heard the words, fell silent for a moment, and said, "You are right, he is indeed very pitiful, and it is a pity."

"Father, it was the Palace Master who killed him, right?" The young boy bit his lip and continued to ask.

"Shut up!" The middle-aged man scolded, looked around nervously, and found that there was no one around, then he relaxed, turned his head and glared at the young boy.

"I'm sorry, father." The young boy bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

The middle-aged man looked at his child, then moved his gaze to the boy lying on the cart, sighed, and turned around silently.

"Mansion Master? Could it be the Mansion Master of Yong'an Mansion?" Ma Feifei climbed up carefully from the pit, wiped the corners of his mouth, and looked at the father and son who were slowly moving towards him.

"squeak~"

"squeak~"

The wheels were pressed against the potholed soil, and the middle-aged man was pulling the cart step by step, staggering forward.

The young boy followed behind, without speaking for a while, and soon they passed Ma Feifei and came to a flat wasteland.

In this wasteland, there are countless small hills, each of which represents the passing of a life.

"Just bury it here." The middle-aged man chose a place that he thought was better, and there were no small hills in the surrounding ten meters.

"Okay." The young boy replied, walked to the side of the cart and wanted to pick up the boy lying on it, but was stopped by the middle-aged man.

"Your hands are for writing books, not for carrying corpses." The middle-aged man looked at his son and encouraged him.

"Hey!" The young boy rubbed the back of his head embarrassingly, and said, "Father, the child will only turn 16 next year! And maybe it will be detected that the child has no heart for books, wouldn't it disappoint father? "

"Haha!" The middle-aged man smiled when he heard the words, patted his son on the head, and said confidently: "Don't worry, you will definitely have a heart for books, and your level will not be low."

"Really?" The young boy looked at his father in surprise and asked.

If he can really detect the heart of the book, then it means that he can become a book writer, which is the most honorable profession in Doushu Continent.

At that time, he will no longer have to be such a book slave!
"You know the child." The middle-aged man replied affirmatively, then picked up the boy who was lying on it, and put him on the ground.

"Father, here it is!" The young boy grabbed the shovel next to the cart and handed it to the middle-aged man.

"Yes." The middle-aged man took the shovel and began to dig a hole, preparing to bury the dead boy.

The young boy just stood aside and looked at his father, and then at the dead boy on the ground.

The moonlight is like water, dark and cool.

"Whoo~"

A gust of wind blew by, and the young boy coldly embraced his hands, trembling all over his body.

"Father, if the heart of the book detected by the child is also the 'heart of eternity', will he suffer the same fate as him?"

"Crack~!"

The middle-aged man plunged into the soil with a shovel, and was stunned when he heard the young boy's words, but he didn't know how to answer him.

"What are you thinking, brat? The 'Eternal Heart' is rare in ten thousand years. How can you be so lucky? Hurry up and help. It's midnight, and you have to get up early to work tomorrow." The middle-aged man laughed and scolded, only However, there was not much smile on his face, because his back was facing the young boy, so the young boy didn't see the expression on his father's face.

"Okay!" The young boy gave a happy cry, picked up the shovel on the cart and began to help.

A quarter of an hour later, the soil filled up, and the middle-aged man pushed the cart and the young boy left.

Under the moonlight, their shadows stretched very, very long...

Ma Feifei slowly crawled out of the pit, looked at the father and son who had gone away, then looked at the small pit that had just been filled, touched his chin, and said in a low voice: "Could this be the Doushu Continent?"

Ma Feifei didn't expect that the system would make such a move for him, and put the host's exclusive copy on Doushu Continent. No wonder the system said that everything about the author can be obtained in the copy.

It’s just that the Doushu Continent is still very unfamiliar and dangerous to Ma Feifei, because the strength of practitioners on the Doushu Continent is much higher than that of the Canglong Continent. It is a bottom existence.

"Brother System, can I go back at any time?" Ma Feifei suddenly remembered something, and asked the system in his mind.

"The host can be sent back to the Canglong Continent through the system at any time." The system answered with certainty.

Ma Feifei was relieved after hearing this, as long as he could return to the Canglong Continent at any time, the danger would be much less.

After exiting the system, Ma Feifei was about to leave this ghostly place first, but before he could raise his legs, his brows frowned suddenly, and he looked towards one place.

(End of this chapter)