Dragon Tamer 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 road to rot, the bones that were half thrown out, and the corpses piled up on the slide, and he buried them.

After doing this, it's already light.

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.

Children’s home is to raise 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 is the case. The mortality rate of young spirits in the Children's Home is not very high.

But in this funeral garden, Zhu Minglang has processed no fewer than a thousand young spirit corpses after so many days. Even if there are tens of thousands of young 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 corpses 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 death. You can deal with it and 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, sent it back to life, and 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 raised separately, it is inevitable that the young spirits will fight and fight between them. This is also the case for the death of young spirits.

However, many of the young spirits sent recently have no injuries on their bodies. This is where Zhu Minglang feels 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's mostly the breeder who feeds them sleeping grass and eats too much. That's it... peacefully to death." said the drunkard uncle.

"The person who picked the forages made a mistake?" Zhu Minglang asked puzzledly.

"It doesn’t count, it’s mainly because there are too many young spirits adopted in the whole kindergarten, and there is not enough food. In addition, other gods are also questioning why the kindergarten does not use these food to save some of the poor. The disaster victims in the land caused controversy among the people in the children’s home, so in terms of food, the keeper can only use the forage that some people do not eat, or eat the forage that will cause problems. These herbs contain Sleeping grass, it’s okay to eat occasionally, and it also helps you sleep. If you eat too much, it’s poisonous.” said the uncle drunkard.

"Is there no other solution?"

"There is definitely something. Who is going to solve the problem? This always requires capable and intelligent people, but how can a talented and capable person pay attention to this kind of thing? It’s not a bad thing for the hospital, 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 Old Peasant and Peng Chen. They should be able to solve this problem easily.

To outsiders, the Yulingyuan has always been a very beautiful place, treating every little life kindly, but working here really can’t tolerate a little bit of hypocrisy. .

"Leave it, it's no different from being dead anyway," said the drunkard uncle.

"Let me 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 a mark on this dying young spirit, hoping that his breath can 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 lives and heal the wounded, even a very small life, it is very difficult for Zhu Minglang to save it.

The Xiaoyouling closed his eyes in the end, and fell asleep deeply, leaning on 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.

……

It's still the last spiritual resource.

Although Zhu Minglang has a goal~IndoMTL.com~, that goal has to take a big risk.

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

Some more days passed, and Zhu Minglang still went to work in the funeral garden.

Today is a moonless night.

Yeyue also rotates. There are 30 moon celestials in total, and they appear in the sky in different forms every day. The lack of yin and sunny is due to the different crescent moons.

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

It is also 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.

This feeling obviously didn't come from one of the dragons that he had left in the wild.

It is still from the induction of the imprint of the young spirit.

But I 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!

I wish Minglang absolutely determined that it was dead, and then buried it.

"Om~"

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

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

That little young spirit, could it 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.