Chapter 1938 (2/2)

Since he won't be attacked by the ancient corpse, song Yan can't help but feel relieved.

Suddenly.

His heart moved. Since these corpse puppets don't attack me, can I communicate with them?

So, along the way, song Yan is looking forward to the appearance of the second corpse puppet.

One hundred miles ahead, the fog in the forbidden area is so thick that one can only see a hundred meters away.

”Roar!”

A low roar, a body of ragged corpse puppet appeared in front of song Yan, is looking at him.

Song Yan's heart tightened, and then he moved cautiously towards each other.

”Hello, can you understand me?”

”Roar!”

There was another low roar, and the corpse puppet turned around and disappeared into the fog.

”Hey, don't go!”

Song Yan hurriedly shouted.

Unfortunately, the puppet didn't listen to him at all.

Then, song Yan encountered corpse puppets several times. He tried to communicate with each other, but the other didn't have intelligence at all, so the communication failed. However, along the way, he found dozens of broken corpses of corpse puppets, which should have been killed by the upper gods.”Boom!”

At this time, the sky finally accumulated enough power to rob the clouds, and then turned into an acre thick and thin thunder.

Song Yan could feel the terrorist power of thunder even though he was thousands of miles away. He estimated that with his physical strength, if he was hit by such a thunder, he would be seriously injured.

As for refining with chaos and whirlpool, thunder is too strong to be possible.

”Eh!”

Song Yan suddenly surprised, because he found a small figure standing in the fog ahead.

”Is it a corpse puppet?”

Song Yan walked out for tens of meters and saw that the small figure was really a corpse puppet, but it was like a child.

”Hello, little friend, can you understand my uncle?”

Song Yan asked bored.

But to his surprise, he nodded.

”What the hell?”

Did this little corpse puppet give birth to wisdom.

”Come to my uncle, kid. He will give you some sugar!”

Song Yan waved to the little corpse.

”Roar!”

At this time, the virtual shadow flashed, two corpse puppets like living people appeared directly in front of the little corpse puppet, staring at Song Yan warily.

”Roar!”

Two living corpses roared at Song Yan again, as if warning him to get out of the way.

But just then.

The little corpse puppet stretched out his hand and took pictures on the two corpse puppets. The two corpse puppets suddenly became quiet.

Then the little corpse puppet came to song Yan.

For a while, song Yan was a little confused, but he didn't move.

Soon, the little corpse puppet approached the range of one meter of song Yan, and sent out a strange language towards him. Unfortunately, song Yan could not understand.

”What are you talking about, kid?”

Song Yan looks at him doubtfully.

Suddenly, the little corpse puppet seemed to think of something. He actually wrote and drew on the ground. Then, a line of words appeared in the sight of song Yan: we are cursed people. Only people with ancestral lineage can save us. Can you save us?

”Ancestral lineage?”

Song Yan's eyes flashed the color of thinking, but soon he woke up and said, ”is the ancestral God Pangu that you said?”

The little corpse puppet nodded hard.

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