Full-time Creation Master

Chapter 250 The Sea of ​​Eliches

"My king, what about the imperial tombs of the Yang, Li, Liu, and Zhu families in the Abyss of Calamity?..." the corpse on the mountain asked in a muffled voice.

"Except for the imperial tombs, everything else... must contribute to the war effort!"

"However, we can't be too dignified with them!"

Chu Ming thought for a moment, and several scrolls appeared out of thin air. He picked up his pen and said, "Treat them as vassal states!"

They can be autonomous, but they need to replenish their troops and supplies periodically!

"Yes!" The Corpse of the Mountain sensed that Chu Ming's plan wouldn't go too smoothly, but he didn't say anything more!

Take it slow and let it work out!

At worst, I'll just let those good-for-nothings have a dignified life!

Anyway, each dynasty's emperors had their own ways of eliminating them, and what remained were mostly undead at the level of sub-emperors, which are nothing!

"Eriches, Onyx Corpse Lord, please deliver this message!"

Chu Ming left his mental imprint on the scroll as proof and handed it to the two corpses, saying, "Believe me, as long as they're not stupid, they won't refuse to give me this face!"

People like Yao Qing, who closed themselves off from the world, were ultimately a minority!

Moreover, families with ancestral connections in each ancient capital would promptly send messages over!

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"By the way, are the people in the Little Poplar Village outside also your descendants?" After resolving one important matter after another, Chu Ming noticed the scene of the people in the Little Poplar Village outside the Abyss of Fiends holding a grand sacrificial ceremony on the light screen!

Chu Ming's gaze fell on the bonfire dancing on the light screen. He saw the men, women, and children of Xiaohuyang Village dressed in coarse linen clothes, forming a circle under the moonlight.

The elderly man at the head of the group held a yellowed family genealogy book, which was mostly filled with the surname "Yang," but also included surnames such as "Ying," "Meng," and "Li," each stroke of which seemed to be an imprint etched into the bloodline.

Judging from the appearance, it's a chart recorded based on the man's surname!

The smoky smoke rising from the bronze cauldron, mixed with the fragrance of an unknown type of artemisia, drifted in through the cracks of the Abyss of Evil, miraculously lessening the stench in the air.

Finally, the Netherworld energy exhaled by the Abyss of Evil entered each of the tomb chambers!

Although the quantity is small, it has a significant effect, much like a catalyst or a trace element!

It seems that, indeed, the more terrifying the forbidden land, the more rare and precious treasures are born!

"Whom are they offering sacrifices to?"

Watching the old man place the three sacrificial animals on the stone table.

Three incense sticks shaped like Qin crossbows were placed in front of each memorial tablet, their flames flickering in the night wind but never going out.

The phantom of the Nine Netherworld Queen suddenly appeared in the light screen. Her long dress was still shrouded in the mist of the netherworld, but it appeared softer than when she was in the Abyss of Fiends. "His Majesty the First Emperor, along with all the emperors of past dynasties, Lord Wu'an, the Prime Minister, and those who will be remembered in history..."

She raised her hand and brushed across the light screen, and the scene switched to the depths of the ancestral hall. "These are all their bloodline inheritors; it can't be cut off."

Chu Ming noticed that as the sacrificial ceremony reached its climax, the villagers walked one by one to the ancient well that had been passed down for generations.

The well water shimmered with a deep blue hue under the moonlight, and one could vaguely see the runes settled at the bottom of the well—an ancient pattern that shared the same origin as the Blood Throne.

Children under the age of seven were placed in a wooden basin, and the old man used a cloth soaked in well water to wipe their foreheads. With each wipe, a light golden mark appeared on the child's forehead, shaped like the small seal character "安" (An).

"Earthly Sacred Spring".

As Jiuyou's fingertip brushed across the water, the well water on the light screen suddenly boiled.

"Formed from the condensed power of the earth's veins, it can be mass-produced and is not considered precious."

The Sha Yuan's position is too high; even just through magnetic field resonance, some conceptual things can be imprinted and carried there!

Descendants who bathe in the spring water will carry the imprint of the concept that "the deceased should not approach."

She paused, then strongly recommended "Full-Time Creation Master"! Click to enter the story world. The phantom swayed in the wind, "To the undead, they are both living tombstones and moving barriers."

"Although this land is filled with a deathly aura, it is not a deathly place where no one can survive!"

"However, if even these villages disappear, and all traces of human civilization vanish completely, then the last remaining life force outside the ancient capital will never be able to coalesce. At that point, the area outside the ancient capital will truly become an irreversible dead zone, a place of utter desolation!"

In the picture, the little girl is playing with a skeleton doll, and three skull teeth are strung on a red rope tied around her ankle—it was a talisman given to her by her elders when she was born.

"Seclusion is to protect the purity of our bloodline and prevent the outside world from becoming completely class-based. Preserving life force is to leave a glimmer of hope for the ancient capital." Jiuyou Hou looked at Chu Ming, her pupils reflecting the blood throne outside the light screen. "If there are no more people in the world who care about the Great Qin, the ancient capital will truly become a dead land."

The undead in those Jedi will be freed from their shackles, and the entire magical plane will experience a catastrophe.

The light curtain gradually dimmed, but the bonfire in Xiaohuyang Village remained bright.

The girl's profile was illuminated by the warm glow of the campfire, overlapping with the silhouette of a little girl on the light screen.

He suddenly realized that those villagers struggling on the edge of despair, those children bearing ancient marks, were the true "Holy Spring"—as long as the bloodline continues, China will never fall.

"Bring them some candy next time."

"That little sister's doll looks so lonely..."

Chu Ming smiled and tapped his fingertips lightly on the armrest of the throne.

In the distance, a beam of light suddenly shot out from the ancient well in Xiaohuyang Village, reaching straight into the starry sky.

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maritime!

Lingling groggily opened her eyes, her eyelashes still damp with sleep, and rubbed them like a little animal just waking up. She instinctively snuggled into Chu Ming's arms, but found the texture was wrong—it wasn't the familiar trench coat fabric, but a cold metal chair.

"ah!"

She sat up abruptly, her pink skirt sweeping across the dial beside her, the silver bells on her braids making a series of crisp sounds.

Outside the Quinjet's porthole, the clouds were being slashed by the engine, leaving two snow-white streaks.

Lingling stared wide-eyed at the passing waves below, peering out the porthole.

He glanced at the orange-red clouds in the distance and asked, "Chu Ming! The sun is over there. Are we flying south?"

"How long did I sleep?"

"When did we emerge from the Abyss of Fiends?"

Her nose was pressed tightly against the glass, her small face bathed in the warm hues of sunlight, even her eyelashes seemed to be edged with gold.

Chu Ming's brows remained furrowed, his fingertips slid rapidly across the tactical screen, and a holographic projection cast a bluish light into his eyes.

Hearing Lingling's words, his brows relaxed a little. He reached out and pulled the girl back to her seat, fastening her seatbelt for her.

"If you're awake, sit up straight, fasten your seatbelt, and be careful not to bump yourself and get a scar!"

The first sentence was out of concern, and the second sentence was to answer the question: "You slept for more than five hours!"

We just came out of the Abyss of Evil and received some bad news: we now have to go to Antarctica!

His voice sounded somewhat absent-minded, and the screen was flashing with a dense array of coordinates, all of which were planes from S.H.I.E.L.D. that had gone to provide support!

"But why do we have to go south? Can't we tell you?"

Lingling swung her little legs and suddenly noticed a brand new box of mints next to the seat. Her eyes immediately lit up.

She unwrapped the candy, and the refreshing scent of mint mixed with the roar of the engine filled her nostrils.

She suddenly lowered her voice and leaned close to Chu Ming's ear, "Are you going to find the new... Sister Sa Lang? Or..."

There's always a story waiting for you to uncover.