Fu Yunsheng looked at the lifeless team and fell into deep thought.
Their luck seems to be getting worse in an incredible way. Even if they don't encounter any external force to disturb them, some scavengers' backpack straps will suddenly break.
When the scavengers chase the fallen backpack, they will step into a mud puddle or hit a honeycomb.
Although none of them were killed, Fu Yunsheng could feel that the morale of their already loose team was getting lower and lower.
There were already scavengers, whispering and complaining to each other.
"Is this a new curse?" Fu Yunsheng thought, "But the curse only takes effect in a certain area. How come we have passed through several areas and it is still in effect?"
When did their bad luck begin?
Fu Yunsheng began to think about it, and the exploded fragments suddenly came into his mind, "Yes, it started from that time!"
"Is this a curse that that kid cast on us? Could it be that he is a curser by profession?"
"Or he has some equipment that can make us unlucky, but when does that equipment work?"
He naturally thought of the debris picked up by scavengers.
Fu Yunsheng immediately stopped the team.
"Throw away everything you just picked up!"
The scavengers looked at each other in confusion, hoping he would give an explanation.
"Throw it away first! Otherwise we might be in big trouble!"
Fu Yunsheng said forcefully.
In fact, he is not sure that the bad luck must be caused by those debris, but he would rather believe that it is there than that it is not there.
"Boss, if I throw away these clothes, I'll be naked."
A scavenger said with a grimace.
He was the unlucky guy whose face was shattered by the Dark Guardian's fragments just now.
His clothes were lingering with a fishy smell, so he had to put on a top and a pair of small pants that Wang Chen had left behind.
Fu Yunsheng frowned and said:
"Someone can give him a new set of clothes. When he returns to the camp, come find me to get a new one."
The scavengers started rummaging around, but they were here to work, not on a hiking trip, so why did they bring any clothes?
After a while, a scavenger dug out a pair of wrinkled trousers from his bag. They were dirty trousers that he had forgotten in his backpack for a long time.
The pants were handed to the unfortunate guy. After he quickly put them on, he asked with a sad face: "Are they shirtless?"
Everyone shook their heads, he could only keep his upper body naked for the time being.
Fu Yunsheng saw that all the sundries had been thrown away and explained his guess.
A group of scavengers suddenly realized that it was no longer so distressing to throw away their free picks.
After all, being bitten by a buck-toothed raccoon is really painful. If they move forward, this bad luck may cause them a lot of trouble, and their lives may be lost.
Then they cursed Wang Chen with the same hatred:
"Damn, I didn't expect that guy who looks so gentle and gentle can be so sinister!"
"What do you know? This kind of seemingly harmless person is hiding something sinister!"
"Before I kill him, I must give him a good beating."
"..."
The scavengers were all chattering away, as if they had completely forgotten that they first wanted to blackmail Wang Chen, and after that failed, they planned to rob and kill him.
"Okay, let's do this for now and continue to follow up." Fu Yunsheng warned, "If you see something he dropped later, don't pick it up again."
Everyone agreed and the team continued to march.
How could they know that the Papilion butterfly powder that brought them great misfortune had already adhered to their bodies as they came into contact with debris.
Unless the butterfly powder loses its effectiveness, they will still be unlucky.
Fu Yunsheng walked silently.
He had to believe that Wang Chen should have discovered them.
But he did not choose to confront them face to face, which may mean that Wang Chen did not have enough confidence to fight with them.
In other words, Wang Chen had no trump card against them.
Thinking this cheered him up a little.
…
As Wang Chen moved forward, the gloomy sky gradually cleared up. I dare not say that the sun was shining brightly, but at least it was no longer as dark as the Swamp of the Dead.
His eyes were able to look into the distance, and a building appeared on the horizon.
"Could it be here? The location of the fountain of vitality, the ancient demon spirit palace."
Wang Chen quickly ran towards the building.
As he got closer, the full view of the building was revealed to Wang Chen.
This is a huge stone building, supported by huge grooved stone pillars, and the material seems to be marble.
The sloping roof above is also made of the same stone material, forming gables at the east and west ends, with murals engraved on it.
However, with the passage of time, weathering and other reasons have made the content of the murals blurry, and only the content related to sacrifices can be vaguely seen.
When Wang Chen found a little man with pointed ears on the mural, he knew that this should be the temple of the fairy clan.
He climbed up the huge stone steps and entered the temple.
Maybe a long time ago, the temple had a door, but I don't know what it has experienced, whether it was war or disaster, and now only a huge frame is left, like the withered bones of a giant.
Wang Chen walked into the temple without any obstruction. Standing inside, the temple was far more majestic than it looked from the outside.
There are stone pillars about ten meters high that raise the roof of the hall high. The view under the eaves does not seem oppressive, but rather broadens due to the sense of depth.
Half of the ridge on the top of the temple has disappeared, and the sunlight slants down from a high place, turning the dust floating in the air into countless dreamy light paths.
Of course, even if the roof ridge of the temple still exists, it will not look dark inside because carefully designed window lattice is cut into the stone walls on both sides to ensure good lighting.
Wang Chen looked towards the center of the temple.
There stands an altar-style interior.
He walked on dusty stone slabs, and dust was raised with every step he took. If a rhinitis patient were here, he would definitely feel very painful.
As he approached, a faint sound of water reached his ears.
"Could it be where the fountain of vitality is?" Wang Chen thought, and walked towards the altar impatiently.
On top of the altar, a wide stone platform was built.
In the center of the stone platform, streams of water are pouring out from the stone platform, flowing into the ditches on both sides of the stone platform, and flowing to the culverts of unknown destinations.
Wang Chen looked at the water flow carefully and found that the water flowed with waves of intimacy, making his skin feel like a spring breeze blowing on his face.
"This obvious vitality must be the source of vitality."
Wang Chen felt happy.
He looked at the source of the gushing water. It was placed in the middle of the stone platform, with three candlesticks built on three sides.
On the three candlesticks, candles made of unknown grease were burning. After burning for a long time, they were not short at all.
And as the candle burned, wisps of black air rose from the candle flame, surrounding the fountain of life.
The exuberant meaning of the spring of vitality seems to be trapped within the scope of the black energy.
Wang Chen stretched out his hand to explore the black air. As soon as he touched it, a feeling of dizziness and fear came over him.
At the same time, an irresistible force came from his fingertips, pushing Wang Chen away.
It seems that this black energy should be the seal of the fountain of vitality.
