Cultivating Immortals For All: I Can Modify The Script Of Life

Chapter 557 Misty Forest, Stigmata Pattern

In the end, these crystals merged together and condensed into a crystal seed, which gradually matured over hundreds of years, and finally grew into a strange tree.

"The tree of life, does this kind of tree exist in this world?"

Li Ang stared wide-eyed, looked at the giant tree in the distance in disbelief, and murmured:

"It's really big, it's like a moving miniature forest!"

"Um?"

Arthur also turned his head, looked at the tree of life, and muttered to himself, "That's..."

"Don't worry, I'm just saying something casually."

Li Ang shook his head, threw the crystal bottle into Arthur's arms, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Let's go now, and heal your head injury as soon as possible, if you treat it one day earlier, you will live another day!"

"Oh... oh oh."

Arthur subconsciously held the medicine bottle and responded.

Li Ang took Arthur's hand and walked up the steep slope along the mountain road, through the lush jungle, to the northwest of the peninsula, where a river flows into the shore of a lake.

The river water is blue and clear, clearly reflecting the sparkling light, shining brightly in the sun.

The river runs through the entire town of Feld, connects with other nearby villages, meanders from the foot of the mountain to the edge of the town, and establishes the town of Feld here.

All kinds of flowers and plants are planted on both sides of the river, which are lush and fragrant.

A row of temporary tents was set up on the open space by the river, and the camp was full of raging flames, bustling and noisy, and a happy and peaceful scene.

Arthur stopped, looked at the bonfire by the river, his eyes were slightly moist, and he muttered: "My father."

Li Ang followed Arthur's gaze, and there were several unkempt short figures sitting in the flames.

Their bodies were covered with black ash and dust, their clothes were tattered and dirty, but their original appearance could be vaguely distinguished.

There are young and strong men in their thirties, children of 15 or 16 years old, and old women. Everyone looks dull and dull, as if they have lost their minds.

Their faces were pale and dry, their lips were purple and bloodless, and their eyes were sunken deep into the flesh, making them look extremely strange.

Beside the bonfire, there were still seven or eight men, women, old and young, dressed in linen clothes, with respectful and fearful expressions, quietly serving the men, women, old and young in front of them, obediently daring not to speak.

"your parents?"

Li Ang raised his eyebrows and said with a chuckle, "Have they been caught as slaves?"

Arthur nodded and sighed, "Yes."

He turned his eyes to the bonfire again, and whispered softly: "There is a villain family in the town of Field, and they often take the poor people in the town as sacrifices to the gods, as food for the gods to descend."

"so what?"

Li Ang asked with interest: "Your parents were sent as sacrifices?"

"no."

Arthur shook his head and explained earnestly: "Although the behavior of that group was very bad, they didn't kill any innocent human beings. They just imprisoned them and raised them like livestock."

His voice became lower and lower, as if he was talking in his sleep: "If I remember correctly... This is already the second batch of humans being sent here..."

"The second batch? What is the second batch?" Li Ang frowned, suddenly thought of something, and said in surprise, "Wait, you didn't say that you have been sent to the town of Field more than forty times, right? "

"Yes."

After a moment of silence, Arthur nodded emphatically in answer.

Li Ang froze, looking at Arthur in disbelief.

He once heard Arthur mention what happened to own—he was robbed by a group of robbers, and he knocked over a carriage on the way to escape, causing serious injuries and almost dying.

At that time, a noble and beautiful lady rescued the dying Arthur and brought him back to the small town of Field for rescue. At the same time, he sent someone to search for his own son, but there was no news of it.

During this period, Arthur's parents kept begging the kind lady to help find their son, but the beautiful lady declined them.

Therefore, one night, the couple sneaked away from the small town of Field, went to the forest outside the city to look for their own son, and got lost...

"This...can't it?"

Li Ang rubbed the bridge of his nose, some didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He just guessed that Arthur had been imprisoned for too long and his mental condition was unstable, but he didn't expect the fact to be more serious than he expected!

"Arthur, your parents, really didn't find you?" Li Ang asked.

Arthur lowered his head, shook his head, and murmured: "No... I was already lying on the bed when I woke up... During those days, I stayed in the dark and damp house, spending my days in a daze. "

Li Ang opened his mouth, and asked hesitantly, "Then you, do you know..."

"Do you want to say 'you'?"

Arthur raised his head and looked at Li Ang with dim eyes, "I know."

"Well……"

Li Ang blinked, a little confused.

Arthur spoke slowly, his voice hoarse, "In my memory, I did have a friend who was an orphan like me, but at that time he was still weak and needed to take care of others.

After I was injured, he took care of me tirelessly, looking for herbs and prey for me to replenish my strength.

Unfortunately, shortly after that, my parents left me and they never came back..."

"You mean, that friend of yours...is me?"

Li Ang pointed to himself, a gust of wind blew, and the bangs on his forehead fluttered, revealing the [Stigmata] pattern on his forehead.

Arthur was startled when he saw the silver-gray Star, and then suddenly realized: "No wonder...the pattern on your forehead is exactly the same as mine..."

"..."

Li Ang was silent for a long time before sighing softly: "Arthur, do you know who I am?"

Arthur didn't answer.

Li Ang continued: "I not only know your hometown, but also everything about you, even your past."

"..."

Arthur pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, "I don't care about these things...Anyway, I know that I am an orphan. How my parents died and how I became this ghost has nothing to do with me."

Hearing this, Li Ang looked at Arthur with pity.

This young guy actually endured such a tragic experience...

Li Ang shook his head, did not continue talking about Arthur, looked around, and looked at the group of figures in the distance.

He found that there were many small town civilians gathered around the bonfire, watching the group of people.

These people are dressed in shabby clothes and look haggard, and some of them don't even have enough to eat.

Moreover, the complexion of these people is very dark, the figure is rough, the skin is rough, skinny, like a corpse.

Their eyes were loose and their expressions were blank, as if they didn't see the two of them at all.