Chapter 1250： Imprint sensing

There is no such thing as burial.

Seeing such a scene, Zhu Minglang couldn't help sighing. He cleaned up the bones that were hung on the wooden path to rot, the bones that were half thrown out, and the corpses that were piled up on the slide, and he buried them in his hand.

After doing this, the sky is already bright.

After returning to the funeral home, Zhu Minglang had not had time to rest, and a new batch of young spirit corpses was sent over.

This situation lasted for many days.

On the sixth day, Zhu Minglang frowned.

The children’s home is for raising young spirits, and under the banner of charity and benevolence, they will raise those young spirits uniformly, and when they are capable of self-reliance, they will choose to release them. It stands to reason that this way young spirits will be released. The mortality rate of young spirits in the hospital is not very high.

But in this funeral home, Zhu Minglang has processed no fewer than a thousand baby spirit corpses after so many days. Even if there are tens of thousands of baby spirits kept in the nursery, the death rate cannot be so high.

On the seventh day, another batch of young spirits were sent over.

Zhu Minglang carefully inspected the bodies of every young spirit this time.

"This one is still angry." Zhu Minglang said to the breeder who sent the corpse.

"Half-dead is not alive, it is more tormented than dead, you can deal with it, just throw it away." The breeder said nonchalantly, obviously he has seen more of this situation.

"How can it be? To be alive is to be alive," Zhu Minglang said.

"It's up to you what you want to do with it. Anyway, we have destroyed its records and sent it back to life, and we can't distribute food." After the keeper said, he left indifferently.

Zhu Minglang took the still angry little spirit out of the sack, and carefully checked its condition.

There are many fierce species in the Young Spirit Garden. Although they are reared separately, it is inevitable that the young spirits will fight and fight, and most of the young spirits die in this way.

However, many of the young spirits sent recently did not have any injuries on their bodies. This is where Zhu Minglang felt puzzled.

The little young spirit in front of him has no scars on his body, and his breath is particularly weak. It is not much different from death, but the symptoms it manifests are drowsy.

"Don't check it, it's mostly the breeder who fed them dormers, and they ate too much, that's it... peacefully sleeping," said the uncle drunkard.

"Is the forage picker making a mistake?" Zhu Minglang asked puzzledly.

"It doesn't count, mainly because there are too many young spirits adopted in the entire nursery, and there is not enough food. In addition, other gods are also questioning why the nursery does not use these food to save some poor places. The victims of the disaster have caused controversy among the people in the children’s home, so in terms of food, the breeders can only feed with some people who do not eat or eat the grass that will cause problems. These herbs contain dormant grass. It’s fine to eat occasionally, and it also helps sleep. If you eat too much, it’s poisonous,” said the alcoholic uncle.

"Is there no other solution?"

"There must be, and who is going to solve the problem? This always requires capable and talented people, but how can a talented and capable person pay attention to this kind of thing? The daily quantitative reduction of young spirits is for the Children's Spirit Academy. It's not a bad thing, otherwise, there will be more and more young spirits being raised, and the nursery will not be able to afford it no matter how rich it is." Uncle Drunkard understands it very clearly.

"Yes." Zhu Minglang nodded. At this time, Zhu Minglang couldn't help but think of the old farmer and Peng Chen. They should be able to solve this problem easily.

To outsiders, the Children's Academy has always been a very beautiful place, treating every little life kindly, but really working here cannot tolerate a little bit of hypocrisy.

"Throw it away, it's no different from death anyway," said the drunkard uncle.

"I'll give it a try." Zhu Minglang gently placed his hand on the weak young spirit's forehead.

"No, you want to adopt?"

"Yes."

Zhu Minglang branded this dying young spirit with a mark, hoping that his aura could continue his life.

It's a pity that Xiaoyouling still didn't hold on. Before closing his eyes, he opened his eyes very hard, watching Zhu Minglang who tried his best to save him...

Zhu Minglang is a little distressed, but he is not the kind of **** who can save the dead and heal the wounded. Even a very small life, it is very difficult for Zhu Minglang to save it.

Xiaoyouling closed his eyes in the end, and fell asleep deeply against Zhu Minglang's palm.

Zhu Minglang took off his coat and carefully wrapped the little young spirit, then placed it on the wooden canal and let it slide to the bottom of the mountain.

"Woo~"

The little nine-tailed dragon yelled, as if saying goodbye to the poor little guy.

At this time, the little nine-tailed dragon realized that he was lucky, otherwise its fate might be like this little young spirit.

Stretching his head, the little nine-tailed dragon rubbed the back of Zhu Minglang's hand, expressing his intimacy and gratitude to Zhu Minglang by acting like a baby.

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It's still the last spiritual resource.

Although Zhu Minglang has a goal, UU read , but that goal has to take a bigger risk.

If there is no other spiritual resource to substitute after Bai Qingchen comes back, Zhu Minglang can only take risks with Xiao Jiuwei.

After some more days, Zhu Minglang still went to work in the funeral garden.

Today is a moonless night.

Yeyue also takes turns. There are thirty moon immortals in total, and they appear in the sky in different forms every day. The lack of yin and sunny is precisely because of the different crescent moons.

There is no moonlit night, it will appear once a month, and there will be no moon gods on that day.

It is strange to say that every day there are dead young spirits being sent, but today there is not, it seems that there is some kind of ancient tradition in it, and it is impossible to be buried on a moonless night.

Zhu Minglang sat idly on the platform facing the mountains and was thinking about the last root of the little nine-tailed dragon, when suddenly a very weak telepathy came from the distant mountain.

This made Zhu Minglang feel puzzled.

Obviously, this feeling did not come from one of his own dragons that had been left in various Amanos.

It still comes from the impression of the imprint of the young spirit.

But he didn't raise the cub, the only cub, the little fox spirit, has now signed a contract with him, and has a strong soul bond.

"It's that little young spirit? Isn't it dead?" Zhu Minglang remembered immediately, a few days ago he branded a dying young spirit.

But this is not right!

Zhu Minglang was absolutely sure that it was dead, so he buried it.

"Om~"

Soon, another ray of induction came, as if the lake of heart was gently dialed.

Zhu Minglang is sure that this is not my own illusion!

Could that little young spirit be a suspended animation? Has it come back to life? ?

Go down and take a look!

Zhu Minglang didn't think too much, and immediately searched down this long slide.