There were fewer letters than expected, but it was enough to confirm that it was the passage to the Deviant Valley.
Mi August put away the book of good and evil and jumped down from the well.
Just as Mi August jumped into the complaint well, several figures appeared here.
"I just jumped without any preparation." Zhou Hai shook his head.
Shang Chan, who was wearing a black robe, said, "How did you know she was not prepared?"
"Shut up." Zhou Hai scolded: "You are assigned to be a slayer in your first class assignment. You are jealous because you are afraid that the son of Tongtian will not die, right?"
Shang Chan's hoarse laughter came from the hood, and he replied sarcastically: "Is the blood boiling pill lesson you gave me easy for new disciples?"
Zhou Haicai said with a proud smile: "Of course I don't tolerate ordinary new disciples, but she is very talented in alchemy, and she will have to take the alchemy path in the future. It's just that she took the initiative to go to the trick class today, and you don't have to do it next time. Misleading people."
Shang Chan said: "Before today, I didn't think she was a trickster. I thought she had a calm temperament and lacked courage. But now I think she is a good material for a trickster. She is good at controlling the perineum, a trick weapon, and she has a good temperament." You are brave, as long as you can maintain your spleen after staying in the Deviant Valley for half a day, you will become a great person in the future."
Zhou Hai couldn't hear it, he meant to rob someone.
"There are many souls who can follow the path of a trickster, but there are very few who have the talent of an alchemist. They can be counted on ten fingers. Don't mess with me."
Shang Chan didn't answer, making it clear that he didn't intend to agree to Zhou Hai.
Ding Wei, who had long been impatient listening to the conversation between the two, finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"Book, book, I said, she is going to be a book cultivator. Didn't you see how sensitive she was to the rules along the way? Which new student is so indifferent to monsters as she is, and has not triggered any of the killing rules."
"Although she has Shu Cultivation, her talent as an alchemist is stronger." Zhou Hai still insisted.
Ding Weileng said, "How many broken herbs can she handle?"
Zhou Hai said: "She only listened to one class and was able to clearly understand the pharmacology of Boiling Blood Pill, as well as the refining process of picking out the medicinal materials, handling them smoothly, and giving a detailed outline of the weight requirements. If she hadn't produced the complete , I even doubt if she has known it for a long time."
As soon as this was said, both Shang Chan and Ding Wei had seen it, and Ding Wei said, "What do you mean?"
Zhou Hai said: "What I mean is that she still doesn't understand. She completed the lesson I assigned yesterday."
"..."
Even though they didn't understand alchemy, they knew how difficult it was. Shang Chan and Ding Wei were speechless for a while.
At this time, Mi August did not know that several division commanders above the wellhead were arguing about her future path.
As soon as she jumped into the well, she felt a damp whirlwind blowing towards her. She did not feel any danger in this wind. There was a blow on her back, as if someone was lying on her back, and the moist breath was blowing in her ears.
Mi August drooped and saw a rotten shoulder, some rotten to the bone, and even the bones were mottled black and blue.
Judging from the size of the hands, the person on the back is not very old.
"Ugh, what's your name?"
The questions he asked while suppressing sobs had the softness of a child and the hoarseness of a teenager's voice.
Mi August replied softly, "Mi August."….
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"I recognize you."
Before Mi August could think about where this recognition came from.
The voice continued: "You wrote me two letters."
Not knowing the rules of this weird talk, Mi August just nodded in agreement.
The hands on her shoulders gradually moved to her chest, and the person on her back also moved closer to her.
The rotten touch touched the skin on the side of the neck, accompanied by a strange smell that seemed both fragrant and smelly.
Mi August didn't have it, and he didn't have any spells.
The Well of Complaints is the gateway to the Devouring Valley. Since the Conspiracy Master asked them to come here to give lessons, there is no reason to let the disciples enter a certain death situation before they have entered the door.
As a being who can only intimidate other monsters, Complaint Well should be similar to you, a monster who prefers to be nice to others.
Even if it kills people, it shouldn't be like those who are keen on eating people.
One of the strange stories is that he tries his best to induce people to break the rules.
"You have the smell I like." The hand on her chest hugged her neck.
Even if Mi August didn't look back, he could probably imagine the postures of the two of them.
The monster on her back was completely lying on top of her, and its legs were still dangling with nowhere to rest.
Mi August thought about it and took the initiative to hug it with both legs. This was no different from actively carrying it on its back.
"Huh." The monster took a breath and let it out gently, as if he didn't expect this.
The damp breath on the back of the neck made the hairs stand on end. Mi August asked calmly, "What is it like?"
"Familiar smell, friendly smell, the same taste." Every time he said it, he breathed into her neck, and suddenly cried as he spoke.
The cry was sobbing and suppressed, but in this environment, it only made people feel cold all over.
Mi August asked: "What's wrong?"
"It hurts." It said, "It hurts a little bit."
"How can I help you?" Mi August said softly.
There was no sound behind him.
Once it is installed, everything around becomes silent.
"Xiao'e?" Mi August said.
"You've reached your destination."
After saying these words, Mi August felt down to earth.
Xiao E, who was lying on his back, let go, "Don't look back." It said.
Mi August never looked back.
"Call me whenever you think of it."
"Xiao Er?"
"……Um."
"good."
"Move forward, don't go down."
As he had said to Lin Dai, Mi August looked at the intersection with only one passage ahead and walked.
Beside her, where she didn't look back, was a figure covered in rotten parts, with black and blue bones visible, lying on the ground. Its legs were twisted, its hair was messy, and the faint trace of its face was mottled flesh and blood.
The eyes under the messy hair stared straight at Mi August's leaving figure.
Mi August walked for about five minutes, and when he came out of the entrance of the passage, he saw a disciple in hospital uniform sitting on the ground and wailing.
Probably because he didn't expect to see someone, he was a beautiful young man. The male disciple's voice was choked, and veins appeared on his forehead after a while.
Mi August just glanced at him and continued to move forward, but the man called out, "Master, do you have any healing elixir on you?"...
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Mi August nodded.
The male disciple said, "Please help me, junior sister."
"Ten spiritual crystals in one piece." Mi August said.
The man smiled bitterly and said, "We all belong to the same family..."
Before he could say anything, Mi August turned around and left.
"Wait, junior sister, this must be your first time. You give me a healing pill, and I will tell you some news about survival in the Deviant Valley." The male disciple stopped again, "This news is very important to the disciples who are coming to the Deviant Valley for the first time. "
Mi August stopped again.
The male disciple smiled and said, "It's just a pill. You see, senior fellow apprentices are like this, so just take pity on me."
Mi August walked towards him.
The man said happily, "I can tell my junior sister first, and then she will give me the elixir. This news is... there are no rules in the Valley of Devastation!"
The dark blade flew out of his sleeves, but before it penetrated Mi August's body, the opponent's figure disappeared.
how come?
The smile on the male disciple's face froze as he succeeded in his plan.
"I received your personal teachings."
The voice came from behind.
"Master, I'm just kidding you."
The male disciple quickly begged, and another dark blade appeared halfway.
The dark fire has swallowed him up.
"Are you kidding? I can do this."
Mi August smiled.
The male disciple looked resentful, "If... I hadn't been injured..."
Mi August didn't comment and left the remains on his body.
When Motei took down the disciple order, he accidentally discovered that the credits of the dead disciple's disciple order could be transferred.
"It turns out that this is where people's hearts are truly tested."
The academy's ghost stories hurt, and the disciples cannot interact with each other. This avoids the interaction between disciples on a large scale. Once you are familiar with the rules of the academy's ghost stories, you can study safely.
Therefore, except for the fact that many new disciples die when they first enter the academy, the longer they stay in the academy, the more stable it will be.
Mi August thought that the education style of the Shuxiu sect was relatively gentle - compared to other sects in Lingzhou - but now he understands that they just allocate places to you. .
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