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Wu Zhu's funeral ceremony can only be held by Wu Zhu, and those big and small Zhus should stay away at such times.A person who has died is cold, like a body left in the world, reminiscent of a cicada slough, it is no longer a real person, or it is not the familiar person who makes people feel emotional.

Ji Mo was standing by the bed, the knife in his hand was extremely sharp, and all the power of the whole country was used to make such a sharp knife, at this moment, it was just for cutting flesh and bones, even if it was a dead person, a corpse , his hand was still unable to adjust the angle of the tip of the knife, facing that person.

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Do you have to?

The magical artifacts left by the adults, those with human bones, are all there. He can actually use those, but he doesn’t need them... The system screen was silently lit, and he looked at the numbers as if masturbating himself. Only the screen that he can see, and looking at the corpse on the bed, it seems a little unreal.

Picking up the knife in his hand, he subconsciously began to analyze the material of the knife through the sense of touch, subconsciously thinking about how to make the knife sharper, or add some other attribute advantages, but...

With a crisp sound of "Dang", the knife fell to the ground and hit the stone slab. His hands were propped up against the edge of the bed, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging. He couldn't do it.

"Of course this is not murder, I know, but... even if the soul is gone, the body left behind has been discarded, but it is still that person, or the imprint of that person, how can..."

This is different from cremation, it is also damage, but the former does not have the feeling of ascending to heaven, especially Wu Zhu's sustenance of fire is different from others, and being able to be melted into fire after death may not be a good end, Symbolizes new beginnings.

However, it is not a difficult skill to cut open the opponent's flesh and blood with a knife, remove his bones in a mess, and then process and carve the human bones. Ji Mo has learned to carve before, even hard stones can Carving out flowers, not to mention bones that may not be as hard as stones, is not difficult technically, but psychologically, if it is a bone picked up casually on the roadside, even if it is still a human bone, it seems that you can start with it and make it before the other party decays. A little sculpting and modification, but the fresh bone was cut out of the flesh, and this step alone has stumped him.

Psychologically, this step is impossible, as if there are invisible shackles there, like some kind of shackles, telling him that once this step is taken, everything will be different.

This is not the same as a forensic doctor dissecting a dead body. Even if he doesn't play with those bones, this is a very large proportion of Wu Zhu's knowledge, and requires practical knowledge, but...

"What should I do, I seem...can't do it..."

Ji Mo squatted down, holding his head in his hands, with a painful and helpless expression on his face. If this step is not completed, the task will never be completed. He lacks this piece of board, just like a complete jigsaw puzzle. One piece is not a problem that can be corrected, such as short or long, but a missing piece that cannot be completed, then...

Another thought clamored in his head again, in order to complete the task, is it really necessary to use any means?

Is it really appropriate to go from atheism to theism, and then from ordinary skills to this kind of almost witchcraft skills?This is just using the bones of dead people. If one day, witchcraft requires the use of bones from living people, what should we do?

Live to get the bone?

Sounds scary, doesn’t it, but it’s not impossible, think about what the Western myths say, taking ribs to create Eve, that’s taking bones alive!

What if the big witch really develops towards that level?

"so hard……"

The emotion that came out unconsciously was like a sigh from the bottom of his heart. Before that, Ji Mo always thought that what he was doing was very meaningful. He spent his whole life learning a skill, even if it was an uncommon skill. I don’t think it’s a loss or anything. Maybe I wasn’t interested at first, but when I put it into it, I seem to feel the inexplicable sense of responsibility. Maybe one day when I go back, these skills will become useful?

cultural heritage of mankind.

At that time, whether it was revival or leaving enough research materials for future generations, it made the actions at this moment extraordinarily meaningful.

just never go back...

He also thought about the possibility of not being able to go back, but it is always useful to learn it. At this moment, when he saw the knife, couldn't he also analyze what kind of minerals and techniques were used to make it? ?I dare not talk about promoting the current scientific development and benefiting people's lives, but for myself, my eyes on everything in the world are more thorough.

There is a poetic and bookish spirit in the belly, which probably means the same thing.

The depth of wisdom always needs to be accumulated.

"--sorry--"

Ji Mo picked up the knife...

Before dusk, Ji Mo walked out of the room, his clothes were soaked in blood, his feet were sticky, there was still blood dripping slowly on the edge of the bed behind him, the door closed behind him quickly, Ji Mo Wherever his hand touched, a distorted bloody handprint was left behind.

Before going back to another room to clean, Ji Mo jumped directly into the pool in front of the yard. The small pool is full of running water, and there are fish in the pool, which were not intentionally raised.As he entered, there was a huge splash of water, and the blood that had dried up on his body was melted by the water again and started to flow.

The fish that were disturbed and kept away soon gathered together again, as if attracted by the blood, they approached the foreign creature and began to have intimate contact.

Ji Mo's expression was blank, and he was in a state of dissociation for a while, as if his soul was not in his body. I don't know how long it took, and he saw the torches lit up in the yard, and the search that followed the torches. His wood, it was only then that he came back to his senses.

"My lord." Mu came to the edge of the pool, and when he saw him inside, he was startled, and quickly knelt down, about to stretch out his hand to pull him away.

Ji Mo's body was already icy cold, and when touched by the outstretched hand, the temperature seemed to scald him, making him react quickly, and put his wooden hand on it: "It's okay."

The sound of splashing water became a noise in the silent night. Ji Mo left the water, was blown by the cold wind, and sneezed, only to realize that the previous escape was ridiculous.

"Actually, I already knew that there was such a step, but I didn't get there, I always thought, it's still far away, don't worry about it in advance, otherwise it's just as ridiculous as worrying about it? How could I expect that I didn't make any preparations when I really got there? , I used to live like a dream."

Ji Mo has always felt that his psychological quality is considered good. How many times he grew up from a baby, how many times he started to learn unfamiliar knowledge, and devoted himself to it. No matter whether he is uncomfortable or not, he will quickly adjust his mentality and fully interpret what is called the fittest. Survive.

Looking at it now, ignoring the various aspects of each process, it seems to be living like a robot, tireless. However, he is not a robot, so, is he living as a machine controlled by the system?

This feeling is very bad, it’s just when I didn’t expect it, but after thinking about it...

"You said, should I go to a higher place to see what's on it?"

The body is still wet, trembling slightly in the cold wind, but the mind is very clear, forced to straighten the body, try to meet the cold wind, slightly raise the head, look at the sky above, the night is dark, the starry sky is romantic, the limit of this world is in Is it up there?

The first stage is so, what is the second stage?

Driven by unprecedented curiosity?No, that was no longer curiosity, but inquiry. What he wanted to know was the ceiling of the system, the limit height of this mission trip.

"Everything the adults say makes sense, so just do what the adults think." When Mu was seven or eight years old, Ji Mo took him by his side and traveled outside for many years without experiencing the enslaving education given by the big environment. On the contrary, he dared to speak more than ordinary waiters.

The previous Wu Zhu died, and Ji Mo became the new Wu Zhu, and as the person Wu Zhu always brought with him, he could also become a waiter, which was much more advanced than a slave.

Mu, who was still in the excitement of this kind of upgrade, had a hard time understanding Ji Mo's thoughts, ignoring those incomprehensible words and sentences, bragging without thinking: "As long as adults want to, it will definitely be possible. If adults want to see it, then go and see it." Check it out!"

The word "look" unintentionally hit Ji Mo's mind. When the adult was dying, he said, "look at it carefully", "what exactly does he want me to see? Is it this world, or is it above this world?" The world? Is it the world after the ascending ladder?"

The word "first stage" easily makes people think of the meaning of rising levels, and there must be a "second stage" behind it. As for whether the "third" and "fourth" exist, it is hard to say, but this "first stage" One" and "Second" instinctively make people think of a ladder. If the first step is a world of layers, then what kind of world should the second stage be?

The world of the great witch?

Is it the source of the idea of ​​that view?

Ji Mo's thoughts went a little far away for a while, but he didn't stop walking. With Mu's support, he walked. Later, the waiter brought a thicker cloak and put it on him to block the cold wind, and his body gradually warmed up.

Most of the blood on his body was washed away by the pool water, and the waiters didn't seem to see the remaining ones. They seemed to have gotten used to whatever Wu Zhu did was right and would not question it, which made Ji Mo feel After some kind of relaxation, I soaked in steaming water, took a good bath, and drank two bowls of hot ginger soup to sweat. This night, I thought I would not be able to sleep well, but I slept well.

Not sick.

The adult’s funeral ceremony was held the next day. It was said to be a funeral ceremony, but it was actually a sacrificial ceremony. The bone and skin had been taken away for a simple funeral of flesh and blood, and what was left was the useless flesh and blood. Like a sacrificial process, the last ones to be buried are the embers that may contain flesh and blood and the magic tools that the adults used before their lives.

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