time stop 499 years

In this little guy, he actually felt a kind of kindness.

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Wu Hao pondered for a long time: "It's like my own child!"

But how is it possible?

Why do these little red paper figurines have their own similar aura?

It's a bit ghostly, and a bit eerie.

Those white paper figurines, but not!

Look carefully at this little guy, it seems to be a girl.

With delicate features, you can clearly see the red paper figurine, and she is also wearing some small accessories, which adorn her body very beautifully.

The delicate face is like a little human girl.

It's just that the body is as flat as a paper doll, and it seems to be two-dimensional.

If you look closely, you can see a strange liquid flowing from the body of the red paper figurine, which is almost clearly visible.

It is these liquids that make them look more agile and lively than the paper figurines in Huaguo to worship the undead.

This little guy is pretty good looking!

Wu Hao muttered to himself.

It's been a long time since I saw a living creature, especially a woman, and now I can even see the delicate features of a small paper figurine.

For more than a year, it was the first time he encountered a creature that seemed to be able to communicate. Although it was in the small world of enchantment, it also made him very excited.

cough~

He pretended to cough and cleared his throat.

With a voice that he thought was incomparably majestic, he asked slowly.

"Can you understand me?"

no respond.

Wu Hao: ""

"Can you understand?"

The latter still had a smirk on his face, snuggling up against the ghost fog.

What the hell is that happy face on your face?

From the look of the little thing, he has black lines all over his head.

What on earth does this little thing take him for?

Ancestor?

god?

Or its guardian?

There is always a feeling of inexplicable.

"Yeah!"

The elf of light was spinning around Wu Hao at a very high speed. What's more interesting is that this little thing seemed to be very interested in the red paper figurine, so it kept spinning around it.

Constant babbling and babbling.

The little paper man looked at the crazy ball of light with some fear, and after waiting for a while, he also accompanied it, babbling.

This made the elf of light go crazy even more.

The speed of rotation, fast!

super hi!

After a while, the little guy seemed to remember something, fiddled with it for a while, groped for a while on those accessories, and finally took out a red crystal the size of a fingernail from somewhere, and looked at it. The surrounding ghost fog, and then raised it high.

"Great God of Red Monet, please accept Jasmine's sacrifice."

The little guy looked expectant.

god?

Do you really think of yourself as a god?

Molly?

This little thing seems to be called Jasmine, but the name sounds nice.

Also, these little things actually call themselves red Monet, so those white paper figurines are white Monet?

Wu Hao, who still doesn't quite understand the specific information of this small world, constantly analyzes the information he has obtained in his heart, and then calmly, silently took the red crystal in the little guy's hand with ghost fog.

Watch carefully.

This seems to be a corner of a hexagonal crystal, about one-sixth in shape, the edge of the crystal can be clearly seen, and there are signs of splitting.

It seems to be intentionally separated.

—a broken core? ?

——This seems to be a broken part of a special item, about one-sixth the size of the original item.It contains wonderful energy, and its function is not yet known.

Another unknown item!

It seems to be a remnant of a core.

Wu Hao thought silently.

and many more!

The breath above~

Frowning, for some reason, this crystal seems to have an aura that is very similar to his grotesque power, and it can even be said that the aura on it comes from him.

interesting!

What is the origin of these red Monets? Their own aura is similar to their own. It is not weird, but it seems to be contaminated with their own grotesque power. Now that they take out an item to worship the gods, they have their own similar aura. , which is somewhat inexplicable.

"Is it related to the third octagonal monument?"

"But what's the connection here?"

Wu Hao couldn't figure it out.

What's more troublesome is that he can't communicate with Little Jasmine now. Although he can understand, he can't speak Monet's language.

This kind of chattering, like the language of laughter and slapstick, in his feeling, is completely like the language of birds.

Seeing Wu Hao put away the red crystal

Little Jasmine's face was filled with ecstasy.

Then he knelt in the ghost fog and kowtowed to Wu Hao continuously.

"Great God, save the Red Monet family, we have reached the brink of extinction. We have been waiting for your arrival for thousands of years, these hateful white Monets will almost kill the Red Monet family gone."

"I beg you, send God's punishment, punish the White Monet family, and save your people."

Big drops of red tears flowed out of Little Jasmine's eyes. These tears fell into the mist and solidified into tiny beads, which were almost strung together into chains.

It's amazing.

Chapter 42 Painted Skin · Servant Monster

Wu Hao handed some white monets to Jasmine.

The latter stared at the terrified white Monet with hateful eyes, and she wished she could kill these guys.

But now he suppressed the hatred in his heart and began to question him.

After all, she still needs to save her remaining clansmen.

Most of Jasmine's clan were captured by these white monets for auction.

After all, red Monet is an extremely rare item now, and living red Monet is quite valuable in the major Monet kingdoms.

Now that the gods have promised her to save her people, she needs to get news from them as soon as possible.

Perhaps the gods also know where the clansmen are, but this trivial matter should be done by oneself, so there is no need to bother the gods.

Wu Hao's current appearance is very similar to the appearance of the gods recorded in the Jasmine clan since ancient times.

Surrounded by mist, the body of God is hidden in the mist, mysterious and high above.

Because of the rumors, you should not easily see the face of God, and you should not look directly at God, otherwise you will encounter accidents.Therefore, in order to protect the Monets, God deliberately hid his appearance in the mist.

After a while, Jasmine questioned and found out where the other red Monets were being held.

It was a small town four or five kilometers away from the Land of Silence.

It is the easternmost town of Kotra White.

It's called Heigu Town.

Because it is the closest to the terrifying place of death, it is named after the Black Valley.

The resident population is more than 2, and there are hundreds of Monet practitioners. Although the town is not big, it is an important town in the Kotra Federation.

Speaking of it, this Monet world as a whole is about the size of BJ, the capital of Huaguo, with a dozen or so Monet kingdoms, large and small, scattered here and there.

Therefore, Monet's city is also quite small and exquisite, which is extremely delicate.

For example, Heigu Town, in fact, its size is only about one square kilometer.

Wu Hao threw the captured white Monet out of the ghost fog. The next moment, several guys screamed with fear on their faces. Visible to the naked eye, blazing black fireworks condensed on them, and the moment they breathed, they His body was burned up.

This terrifying scene made Little Jasmine, who was hiding in the ghost mist, tremble.

The land of annihilation is indeed as in the legend, even more terrifying than the legend.

In the legend of Monet's world, near the edge of the boundary, there will always be places of silence of different sizes.

In other words, the Land of Silence is surrounded by the enchantment at the edge of Monet's world.

According to legend, this is the place leading to death and reincarnation. Any creature entering it will burn away its own sins, and its body will be completely wiped out under the burning of the divine fire, and its soul will enter the approach of the dark.

But from Wu Hao's point of view, these guys are souls and bodies, all burned up.

This place seems to be very repulsive to the entry of living beings. According to his guess, even if humans come, it will not be any better.

Except grotesque.

The gray-black energy spreading underground here is very irritable, dark, and has the characteristics of intense burning.

But there is nothing wrong with grotesque!

Grotesque is a kind of weird existence that is least afraid of energy erosion.

Crouching on the ground, Wu Hao grabbed a handful of black soil and felt it silently.

No more to discover.

There is definitely something extraordinary in this underground, which seems to be related to the enchantment.

What exactly is yet to be discovered.

With little Jasmine, Wu Hao stepped out of the land of oblivion and walked towards the world belonging to Monet under the command of this little guy.

Perhaps, this will be the beginning of a great change in Monet's world, and there is only such a little guy to witness.

On this day, in Heigu Town

The weather was a bit gloomy, and it started to rain lightly after a while.

In Monet's world, there is no such thing as four seasons. There is only a three-month rainy season and a four-month hot season.

There are only seven months in a year!

It is now the first month of the rainy season, so there is rain falling every two days.

The earth, which had been dry for four months, was gradually moistened.