Super Urban Master - Vol 12 Chapter 47

“My lord, come back…”

The countless shadows behind the secret tree said this sentence in unison.

It sounded like he was calling me, but his tone was full of resentment.

They seem to hate me very much, and they are gnashing their teeth, as if they want to eat my flesh and drink my blood, even if they smash my corpse into ten thousand pieces, it is difficult to solve the hatred in their hearts.

I felt chills from the bottom of my heart, and at the same time, a huge sense of guilt came over me.

This feeling of guilt was inexplicable, but I couldn’t resist, like I really owed them a lot.

I tried my best to stabilize my mind and asked, “Who are you?”

Those people showed me a uniform smile, their eyes glowed faintly, and then raised their hands to grab me together.

But at this moment, the secret tree seemed to suddenly appear as a huge screen, isolating them from me in two parts of the world, preventing me from being caught by them in time, and at the same time, I completely regained control of my soul. , I quit immediately.

Then, I felt as if my head had been shot with a cannon, and the pain was heart-wrenching.

I saw some people fluttering red dresses, dancing gracefully, smiling at me and looking forward to brilliance. I saw people who were golden and iron horses, arrogant, and drank with me to exchange cups. I also saw corpses scattered everywhere and dead trees all over the ground. , blood dyes the yellow sand red…

Those shattered pictures are like an ancient dream, shuttled in front of my eyes, like a dream, but so real.

I covered my head and slowly looked at the secret tree, and found that the secret tree had returned to normal, and those vague shadows had long since disappeared.

There was a strange aroma in my nose, I couldn’t help but look up, and I found that the flowers that had been wilted, suddenly bloomed like the scorching sun, dazzling and full of vitality.

And I finally realized what was wrong with the scent—it had a faint, **** smell in it that I barely noticed.

No wonder this flower hadn’t bloomed before I came here, that’s because nine times out of ten it was related to those people.

And the people in the secret tree must have a deep connection with me.

This secret tree should be some kind of powerful enchantment itself, which locks those who are full of resentment against me in another realm.

Just, who did this?

Is it me?

I thought about it and felt that this possibility is very high, because if it wasn’t for me, the “master” they hated, they would have been wiped out by someone else.

But I am different. I should have feelings for them, so when I see them again, even if I don’t have any memory, I feel guilty for them.

So, even if they hate me, I can’t bear to kill them, but because they are too powerful, I am afraid that their souls exist in the world, which will disrupt the order of the world, or that they will join forces to take revenge, and I cannot resist, so Only use this way.

It not only prevents them from attacking me, but also ensures that their souls are immortal.

It’s just, is my “moker” in this world really that powerful?

Or is it that ‘I’ is not exactly me? After all, this place has existed for a long time, but as a “moker”, it seems that I am not so old.

How many secrets are hidden in me?

And what do these blooming flowers mean?

Could it be that they were already heartbroken, but after seeing me, they regained their obsession with revenge, so they wanted to release their souls in this way.

Although this kind of speculation is absurd, all things can be cultivated, otherwise there will be no “Flower Fairy”.

These people are most likely to use this big tree to breed the flower of life that belongs to them, and then attach their souls to it, waiting for the day when they return to the world.

If they do succeed, I’m afraid I’m not far from death.

Thinking of this, I feel a little dejected. I thought that when I came to this world, the only people I had to deal with were Xinshu, but now I found out that I have many enemies. What’s worse, I have more and more puzzles. …

I even doubt whether I can leave here alive, and whether I will still have a chance to take a look at Ye Hongyu…