The Emperor’s Daily Nitpicking - Chapter 59

[Article 59]

It can be stopped for a while, but it is a little troublesome to heal.

In the end, Kevin didn’t take any action, took the dryad’s blow, and passed out naturally.

Because he actually understood the conversation between the dryad leaders, they did not intend to kill the elite team immediately, but planned to bring them back to the place where they lived together.

And there, it is almost at the “doorway” of the real tomb of Phae.

For an extremely lazy person like Kevin, it is not a problem to be able to hitch a ride even if he is knocked out.

Chi’s recovery speed was within Kevin’s estimate.

When he woke up completely, the dryads had just moved their group to the settlement.

Kevin controlled his breathing, making himself look like everyone else who wasn’t awake.

Those tree spirits didn’t notice that there was a traitor among those who were “tender corpses”, dragging and dragging the entire elite team into a not very spacious place.

Kevin opened his eyes only after their “creepy” chatter was gone.

The top of this place is like an arched hood, which is composed of thick vines wrapped around jiāo, opposite-growing branches and leaves, and some thorny branches with thorns, which are thick and dense.

Let’s call it “dong xué”.

On the wall of the hole hung several slap-sized pouches. The pouches were almost transparent, so thin that they seemed to be broken when they were poked, like casings that were peeled off from the intestines of animals.

In those casing bags, bulging around a handful of fluorescent insects, they were developed into natural lights.

A few casing bags are hung, and they are quite bright.

With this light, Kevin swept around.

There are hill-like berries piled in the corner of this hole, clusters of flowers with stamens hanging on the two walls, and the corpses of various unknown creatures.

It’s not a whole corpse, the flesh and blood are all divided into homes.

The skins were piled up in one place, and the meat was torn into pieces and hung in the air.

The skulls were buckled upside down one by one, and all of them contained things, apparently being used as containers.

Not surprisingly, this should be the warehouse of the old tree spirits.

Or a kitchen in another sense.

When the old tree spirits went out from the kitchen, they tied their hands and feet tightly with thorny canes. With a little movement, those thorns would scrape and stir in the flesh, burning and hurting.

Kevin didn’t care about the pain, he moved his body slightly to make himself lean more comfortably.

Nick and the others were lying around, folded like sacks, and Ban’s feet were just across an officer’s face.

In the corner behind them, inexplicably stood seven or eight motionless stone statues.

Those stone statues were facing the wall with their backs facing Kevin, and they looked like humanoids. Maybe they were made by the tree spirits, or they might have been brought over from the tomb of Phae.

I just don’t know why it’s in a place like the kitchen.

Kevin wanted to take a closer look, but there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door, from far to near, and finally stopped on both sides of the kitchen door, as if to guard the door.

They didn’t notice what was going on inside the door, just chatted word by word outside.

Probably because the prisoners in the room did not understand the language with them, so the two did not shy away from chatting.

It just happened that there was someone in the room who could understand most of them.

“How long are we going to be stupid here? No shifts?” Kevin heard one of them ask.

The other replied slowly: “Stop complaining, everyone else is busy, who are we not on duty? Do you want to be sent outside?”

“No! Even if it’s rainy season outside, it’s annoyingly bright, I don’t want to change the skin.”

“That’s it. There are too many people breaking in recently, don’t expect to be idle.” The slow one said.

“The two groups of people who were caught look the same, are they the same group?”

Slowly: “The taste is different. Haven’t you heard of it? Among the people who were just caught, one has a very special taste.

” Special?”

Slowly lowered his voice and said secretly: “Like ‘that one’.”

Another tree spirit gasped fiercely: “Isn’t that what we’re looking for?”

“Yes, this time. The amount I caught plus yesterday’s batch is just enough for a live sacrifice, and if there is that special taste, it should be enough to stop it for many years.”

“Oh, no wonder we are watching here.”

“I haven’t seen it before .

Can you afford to run a few times before peeling the skin and bleeding? After all, I finally found one that tastes so similar.”

Kevin: “…”

Peeling and bleeding?

!

The foolish tree spirit leader only said that they were still useful, and brought them back to discuss later. He didn’t mention that the so-called usefulness was actually such a thing…

Kevin’s mouth twitched, and he felt that he was a little lazy this time.