Chapter 612 Ghost Mother Infant Spirit (10,000)

Instantly, Ron felt his scalp tingling.

The Andre family has existed for more than 10,000 years. How many babies have they abandoned during this long period of time?

When thinking about the bones scattered all over the Soul Burial Forest, how many of them are the bones of these babies?

No wonder, in the Soul Burial Forest, babies' screams and cries can often be heard.

For a moment, Ron felt cold hands and feet.

Ron knew that the people of the Andre family were not good people, but it was the first time that Ron encountered someone who was so cruel and brutal to his own people.

Philomena, Heferson and Patrich also noticed Ron's expression and were a little surprised. Ron's realm was the lowest among the four, but his character was definitely the most daring. What did he find that made Ron show such an expression?

"Ron, what did you find?" Philomena couldn't help asking, and there was some worry in the pair of big eyes flickering under the armor.

Ron grinned and said what he thought: "Do you think these young corpses and those strange infant spirits are... the descendants abandoned by the Andre family for thousands of years?"

When this was said, everyone was stunned, and for a moment they didn't know how to respond.

Not long after, as more and more images came to mind, their faces became uglier and uglier. They didn't think in this direction before, but now that Ron reminded them, they thought about it again and felt that it was very likely.

Otherwise, why are there so many infant spirits in the Soul Burial Forest?

The yin energy in this place is too strong, even so strong that even masters of Patridge's level feel numb. Moreover, based on Patridge's understanding of the Andre family, those bastards are really capable of doing such a thing.

To put it bluntly, everyone present has blood on their hands.

Philomena has been wandering in the Dusk Continent for nearly a thousand years. Are there not many people who died at the hands of Philomena?

Although Patridge was hiding from place to place, he would never show mercy when it was time to kill.

Not to mention Ron, tens of thousands of people died in the conflict at the Granville Palace.

Heferson could even use children and pregnant women of the elves as tribute to the source of all evil.

With their strength at this level, they dare not say that their hearts are as cold as iron, but they can definitely be called a killer without blinking an eye.

But even if it was Patridge, who used the descendants of the Andre family branch to feed the monster, the ones who died were not his sons and grandsons, and even if it was Heferson, the ones who were sacrificed were not his own sons and daughters. There was really no one who could do such a thing to his blood relatives.

For a while, there was silence all around, and every face became extremely weird.

In the end, it was Heferson who broke the silence first and said slowly: "Even if the Andre family is so cruel, what does it have to do with us?"

"Shouldn't we consider finding the entrance to the Andre family's lair as soon as possible?"

Hearing this, Ron just looked at the infant spirits not far away again: "We are not familiar with the situation in the Soul Burial Forest, but these infant spirits, which one has not lived in the Soul Burial Forest for hundreds or thousands of years, do you think they know where the Andre family's lair is?"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions on the faces of the remaining three people instantly became extremely strange.

Good guy, actually want to use these infant spirits to find the location of the Andre family?

Is this possible?

Although these infant spirits have lived here for many years, they must be very familiar with the Soul Burial Forest, but wouldn't it be too whimsical to want to rely on infant spirits?

Not to mention whether these infant spirits are willing to help, these guys are essentially just some resentful spirits. Can they really communicate with themselves rationally?

In comparison, Ron was very calm: "Do you have any other good ideas? Anyway, we are lost here and don't know where to go. In this case, why not give it a try?"

"Besides, don't you find a problem? How many ghosts and spirits have we encountered along the way? If not a thousand, there must be eight hundred."

"But whether it is the infant spirit or other ghosts, they are just harassing us from a distance, interfering with us, trying to confuse our reason, but no ghost will rush directly to us."

"Is this the same as the ghosts we know?"

Ron's words made all three of them fall into deep thought.

Yes, it is true.

Normal ghosts have no wisdom at all. They hate any living life and have no way to distinguish the gap between their own strength and the target. Even when facing powerful practitioners, they will scream and rush up regardless of everything, trying to tear all the existences that block them into pieces.

This is a normal ghost.

But the existence of the Soul Burial Forest is obviously not like this.

Even those little infant spirits only interfered from a distance, and other than causing a little impact on their spirits, they did not suffer any damage in other aspects.

When they tried to eliminate these evil spirits, these things would immediately disappear in the thick fog, and with the help of the natural terrain of the Soul Burial Forest, they disappeared completely.

This behavior was really too abnormal.

"Ron, do you mean that these ghosts are actually intelligent?" Partridge frowned and asked. Although he also felt that this speculation was incredible, it was indeed the most likely inference at present.

Ron sneered: "Perhaps, these ghosts are not intelligent, but above these ghosts, there must be a more powerful and intelligent existence that can command all ghosts."

"Their purpose may be to kill us and kill all living lives, but... they may not be unable to become our partners."

"Everyone might as well think about it. For these ghosts in the Soul Burial Forest, do they hate us more, or hate those relatives who once abandoned them?"

Ron's voice fell, and the surroundings were silent for a moment. Everyone was stunned, and the sight of looking at Ron was just like looking at a monster.

Good guy, Ron is addicted to cooperation, right? No matter what kind of existence it is, he wants to pull it to his side and become his teammate? It's fine for the few of us. Although they were enemies before, they were normal lives after all. Now they don't even let the evil spirits go.

But on the other hand, I feel that what Ron said is feasible.

The most important reason is that they have reached a dead end now.

As for how to find the Andre family's lair, they really don't have any idea at all. If they can really cooperate with this evil spirit, it may be a way out.

"Then what should we do next?" Heferson asked.

"It's very simple, just follow this baby spirit." Ron stretched his arms and said slowly: "If my guess is right, the existence that controls all the ghosts behind the scenes should have prepared a grand welcome ceremony for us a long time ago."

"If he is willing to cooperate, it would be great."

"What if he is not willing to cooperate?" Philomena flashed her big eyes and turned into a curious baby.

"Then... beat him until he is willing to cooperate."

After the voice fell, Ron no longer hesitated, raised his foot and walked towards the baby spirit not far away, and the other three followed.

Just as Ron said, although this plan is ridiculous, they really have no better choice in this situation.

Crack, crack, crack...

The sound of dead branches breaking.

As Ron and others approached step by step, the picture in front of them gradually became clearer, and the outline of the baby spirit in the gray fog became more and more obvious. Even through the thick fog, a pair of dark red eyes could be clearly seen.

That might be the most obvious part of the baby spirit.

When they got close to a certain extent, they could see more clearly. Ron could even see the umbilical cord connected to the baby spirit's belly button.

At this time, the baby spirit seemed to sense something and quietly raised its little head. A pair of dark red eyes silently stared at Ron and others. Its face was pale as if it was covered with a layer of gray, and it didn't have the tenderness that a baby should have.

The lips without any blood were full of cracks, and then the two lips were seen grinning at Ron and others, revealing a weird smile. The smile tore the corners of the mouth and almost extended to the ears.

Even with the temperament of Ron and his companions, they all felt a little hairy when they saw the strange smile of the baby.

The next moment, the baby spirit disappeared.

It was like a wisp of smoke, drifting away with the wind.

At the same time when the baby spirit disappeared, a familiar outline appeared in the thick fog a hundred meters away.

It was still the giggling of the baby.

"Tsk, it's really scary. If it were those ordinary practitioners, they would probably be scared to tears when they saw this scene, right?" Heferson said with a smile. There was no fear. Although the strange appearance of the baby spirit made people feel creepy, that was all. It was just a baby spirit. It was not enough to make them afraid.

The expressions of the few people looked relaxed. This time, they did not give up like before, but chased after the reappearing baby spirit.

In this way, the baby spirit disappeared and appeared again and again, repeating hundreds of times.

Ron and his companions had no idea where they were. They only felt that the jungle around them was gradually becoming sparser, and the oppression in the air was becoming more and more intense.

The infant spirit flashed again.

Following the trail of the infant spirit, everyone stepped forward again. The next moment, they felt that the original jungle had completely disappeared. There were no fallen leaves and dead branches on the ground, and even the weeds had disappeared. On the dirty ground, there were only piles of bones. Everything they saw was pale.

A small head.

A small torso.

Small limbs.

A thick layer of messy bones on the ground.

Looking around, the huge area of ​​1,000 meters was covered by bones. How many lives died here was simply countless.

The infant spirit that had been tracking them, however, never appeared again after this disappearance.

What was even more bizarre was that although there was thick fog all around, blocking out the sun, the fog had no effect on this side at all. This area seemed brighter and the bones were more visible.

The four looked at each other, smiled knowingly, and then walked forward one by one.

Just as the four walked to the middle of the bones, something unexpected happened.

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle...

Hehehe...

Hahahaha!

Woo woo woo!

In an instant, all kinds of strange sounds suddenly spread from all directions like ripples.

Each sound contained the energy of bewitching people, and even the four people felt that their souls were slightly agitated, but Ron and the other four were extraordinary after all, and their spirits were just slightly dazed, and then they immediately returned to normal.

Looking around, I don’t know when, around this piece of bones, there have been a lot of hazy figures, the figures are layered, densely without leaving any gaps, and there are countless figures, almost completely overlapping.

Wraiths, all of them are wraiths.

Every wraith is releasing a heart-pounding evil spirit.

Many wraiths even maintain their appearance before death, either skinny, skin and bones, starved to death, or cut off their heads with a sharp blade, bleeding, or fierce-looking, with twisted limbs.

The dense vengeful spirits were like countless wild beasts. They screamed and roared crazily, and moved their tattered bodies closer to Ron and the other three little by little.

On the ground, countless infant spirits had already crawled on it without anyone noticing. The children, with their innocent faces, showed creepy smiles to Ron and the other three, and waved their hands constantly, as if they hoped that Ron and the other three would come over to play with them.

"My child..."

"My child..."

"Don't take my child away... Don't take my child away... Don't take my child away..."

A vague voice, like a slowly flowing spring, silently drifted into everyone's ears.

Chapter 2 is here