Chapter 2463

"Will he be all right?"

Looking at the blood coat, Rowling couldn't help asking maisiga.

"This is your memory. You should know the answer better than me." Maisica glanced at her and answered lightly.

Hearing the speech, Rowling was relieved. In her memory, her father Clayton lived well until the necromancer attacked the village. It seems that he won't have anything this time.

Having said that, at the moment of seeing the blood coat, Rowling still had an unstoppable worry in her heart, which was a reaction from instinct.

"Take your child. Priest Moore has a way to help you find him."

Soon, the scene in memory changed again. Reminded by the hunter, the mother quickly picked up two babies and went to find the priest Moore.

Back in the past, Rowling couldn't move freely. All she could see was everything around the baby. Fortunately, her mother hugged her before she left.

As the only priest in the village, Moore exercised the right of the Lord. He looked old. When he opened his eyes, the wrinkles on his forehead piled up layer by layer. It is said that he was in a high position when he was young and was the best among the high-level priests. Unfortunately, he was still defeated by the passage of years. Only when he showed his strength can he prove his former identity.

In Rowling's memory, the priest Moore died when she was young. It was because of the loss of Moore's protection that the village was captured by the necromancer later. Rowling could not remember his appearance for a long time. She only remembered that his thin body before his death was very frightening, which made her have nightmares for days.

"Don't worry, I'll help you find Clayton."

Priest Moore examined the two babies in his mother's arms, and finally put his eyes on the baby boy. He cut open the palm of the baby boy with a knife. In the baby boy's cry, he painted the blood from his palm on a placenta the size of a human head and unknown to what kind of creature it belongs to.

Then, in the eyes of his mother, Moore wet the blood clothes brought by the hunter with water, and sprinkled the drained blood on the surface of the placenta.

After absorbing these blood, the placenta, which looked dehydrated and dry, recovered its blood color, the raised meridians on it were clearly visible, the dark purple meat was restored, and trembled. Soon, a drop of turbid blood was discharged along the umbilical cord that looked like it was bitten off.

Moore dipped in the drop of muddy blood and touched the center of the boy's eyebrows. A vertical blood line appeared between the boy's eyebrows. The blood line looked dim and could disappear at any time. One end was on the boy and the other end was pointing towards the dense forest.

"He's right there. You'd better hurry up. He's not in good shape now."

Looking at this scene, Rowling showed a look of surprise. Rao still couldn't see the means used by Moore with her knowledge. Then she showed a look of asking for advice and looked at maisiga.

"Well... This is the placenta of a hungry ghost." Maixijia came to the placenta and looked carefully. She stretched out her hand and gently scratched the blood stained placenta surface with her fingertips, as if she were caressing her lover's skin. Unfortunately, she couldn't really touch that thing because she couldn't change the past.

"Hungry ghost?" Rowling asked suspiciously.

Maixijia nodded: "in hell, hungry ghosts are the most difficult demons to reproduce. They are always accompanied by hunger. They can't eat enough. How to increase the number of hungry ghosts is a difficult problem for the Lord of hell. Before the birth of hungry ghost babies, their mothers will cut open their stomachs and eat the whole baby. It's rare to keep such a perfect placenta. It's simply a best product."

Then she looked at Moore: "in terms of alchemy means, he chose not magic, but undead magic, which is also the defect of this treasure. The hungry ghost placenta, which was not born, cannot have its own blood, so it shows the power to pursue the source of blood. If you want to give full play to the ability of this treasure, magic is the best alchemy choice. Magic is second, and there is no undead magic in any case."

Rowling listened to the story of maisica in a daze. Unexpectedly, just a few seconds of observation, maisica saw the advantages and disadvantages of this treasure. Compared with the experienced prophet, she still had a lot to learn.

Just as Rowling observed the treasure, her mother had taken the baby who guided her blood and went deep into the dense forest, and the scene nearby changed accordingly.

It was getting late. Among the hunters who came to help, the younger ones refused to go deep into the dense forest to avoid angering the dead wood guards wandering in the forest or the fierce beasts walking at night. Only a few older hunters dared to go deep into the forest without fear of the night.

"Do you remember these things?" Beside Rowling, Messika looked at those who had passed and asked her.

"I don't remember." Rowling shook her head. She looked at rod and herself in the baby state, and at her hurried mother. Her intuition told her that this might be the opportunity for her to wake up.

"The purer the will, the more likely it is to awaken," Messika warned. "There is no impurity in the baby's will. I've seen a born hero who awakened in infancy because of the death of a close relative. Maybe what happens later will be hard for you to accept."

"That's all in the past." Rowling shook her head. Growing up under the guidance of rod, she has seen many lives and deaths. Everything in front of her is just what has happened. Even if the result is no matter how bad, it will be over long ago.

The light is getting dimmer and dimmer in the dark and dense forest, which is already in ERI. There are huge trees that can be held by dozens of people everywhere. The stars cannot penetrate the layers of shelter of leaves. Only the torch in the hunter's hand can illuminate the road, and only the blood line on the baby rod's head is getting clearer and clearer.

Traveling in the dark forest, the hunters carefully flowed through a stream below their knees. Suddenly, there was a regular vibration sound from the distant earth. The experienced hunter was surprised at this moment, which was a sign of the activity of the dead wood guard.

Eri's forest is alive. This is not a rumor that hunters use to scare children to sleep, but a real thing. When night comes, the trees that stand upright will change their position. Even the most experienced hunters will be lost in this dense forest without the blessing of pathfinding.

The signs of the dead wood guard's activities made everyone concentrate and hold their breath, and dared not make any sound. However, at the moment, a sharp cry suddenly broke the silence in the forest. It was the voice of baby rod.

The faces of the people were startled. His mother quickly covered rod's mouth and dared not let him make a sound.