Duke traveled all the way in a hurry, and three days later he realized that he had lost his way due to a serious incident.
In the wilderness, you can't even see a ghost in a place where the bird doesn't poop, and you can't even ask someone.
Because he was not proficient in instantaneous steps, many small skills had not been mastered, which caused Duke to go in the wrong direction many times when he was in a hurry, and changed it after discovering it a few times, and more often he didn't notice it himself, so now he is embarrassed.
"It's just lost, how can it be difficult to get me, I'm not the beast with only muscles in my head, let me use the discipline to solve this problem that rookie travelers will be entangled."
Duke swears that don't panic when you get lost in the wild, especially in the Corpse Soul Realm, as long as you find the east, west, north and south, there is no way to get lost, because the most central location is the Lingling Court, which is the best signpost.
"Well, let me think that plants are good companions for lost travelers, and the first thing to do is to find a tree," Duke looked for a large tree nearby and observed it attentively.
"According to the law of the sun rising in the east and setting in the west, the shadow of the tree will indicate how it is said in the southeast and northwest, I can't remember clearly, but it doesn't matter, I still have many ways to distinguish it, which is not difficult for me."
Duke tried to use the sun to find the way, but he couldn't remember the specific way, so he changed his approach.
This method is to find a tree first.
"According to the habits of the plant, the foliage on the south side is lush and the north side is sparse, which is quite simple."
Duke gave himself a thumbs up, and then looked at the tree in front of him, which seemed to be growing more evenly, with lush foliage and pleasing growth, and he couldn't see where it was lush and where it was sparse.
"It's okay, you can't hang yourself from another tree, try another one."
Duke didn't give up, changing tree and tree and tree "The trees in the corpse soul world are really good news for people with obsessive-compulsive disorder, and they all grow no different" The speechless Duke gave up the method of relying on plant habits to distinguish between the southeast and the northwest, and was unwilling to fail and changed the way of identification again.
Of course, you still have to find a tree.
"One Knife Wandering Together" The five fingers grasp the hilt of the sword, and with the friction between the knife and the scabbard, it creates an instantaneous explosive force when the knife is drawn.
The sword flashed, and the tree's waist was split into two sections.
A faint murderous aura spread, and Duke breathed a sigh of relief and returned the slashing knife to its sheath.
"Let me see, it's a miracle that the width of the growth rings is as wide as in the south," Duke studied carefully for a while, took out his sword and gestured at it, and was surprised to find that he had accidentally found a tree that was unique in the world.
The rings of this tree are dense and countless, and I don't know how many years it has grown.
It's nothing, the point is that the growth rings are actually standard circles, the kind that can only be drawn with compasses.
With a sense of foreboding, Duke turned around and cut down a large tree, the same round annual rings, the width of which was carved out of a mold.
"Who told me that plants don't deceive people, this is obviously a mouth, scientific proof, the corpse soul world is not scientific at all, so it's not me who is wrong, it's this world" The depressed Duke couldn't accept the fact that he was lost, and it could only be attributed to the fact that the corpse soul world was different from the previous life.
The entire world of the Corpse Soul Realm is made up of spirit sons, and the theory of the previous life is worthless here.
"When you get lost, it's not advisable to rely on intuition, you just go around in circles, what to do, and there's another trick."
Duke scratched his ears and cheeks, and finally came up with a solution for him.
This method involves occultism, probability, astronomy, psychology, etc., and is very difficult to master and cannot be used in non-emergency situations.
Duke took out his slashing knife and stood on the ground, his face solemn, his eyelids unblinking, and then he lightly moved his hand, and with a snap, the knife fell to the ground.
"Very good, the direction of the cutter head is pointing, and it is up to you to decide" Three days later, a dizzy and hungry Duke finally came out of the damned woods, snatched a few hideous-looking men, snatched their food and water, and devoured them.
In this regard, he has no psychological burden, this is the unwritten rule of the corpse soul world, the weak eat the strong, he used to survive like this.
Leaving behind a few wailing sweats, Duke tightened his sword and went to find a place where there were people, these strong men were of low strength, so he had no qualifications to draw a knife, and he was not an ideal whetstone.
Along the way, I passed through several small villages, only a few people, almost all of whom were outlaws, and in order to get a little food, they had to go through a life-and-death confrontation.
After seeing Duke's slashing knife, he showed greedy eyes, but unfortunately his strength was so poor that he couldn't even touch the corners of Duke's clothes.
"Gengmu Kenpachi is a beast-type kendo that was trained on the outskirts of Flowing Soul Street, why haven't I even met a slightly decent opponent, are all the powerful guys leaving here" Duke ate the food he had snatched, disappeared in place in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was already a hundred meters away, walking towards the most barren place.
Duke learned from several villagers that he had stepped into the area of 70 North Soul Street, which was a very backward area.
Here, new souls are born every day, and countless souls are also killed by fighting.
The chaotic and unsightly is the truest portrayal here.
When Duke appeared at the gate of a ruined town, a pair of bloodthirsty eyes turned around, and the smell of blood wafting through the air could be clearly felt.
Duke stepped on the charred mud, walked to the crowd, took out a jug and took a sip, and said in the midst of everyone's heavy gasps, "Do you want water?"
The murderous souls were ragged, their thin bodies could be blown down by a gust of wind, and they were stupid and stupid, licking the mutilated weapons in their hands, and their eyes flashed with madness.
"Or do you want the slashing knife in my hand," Duke asked, squinting at the slashing knife at his waist.
This sentence broke the last tense nerves of the crowd, and they rushed towards Duke in jealousy.
Many of the people present held broken and rusty swords in their hands, even sticks and stones.
Food and water are important in the chaotic streets of Wandering Souls, but they are nothing compared to a razor-sharp blade.
Only strength can live for a long time, and this group of souls knows better than anyone that the preciousness of the Soul Slashing Knife is a treasure that must be obtained no matter what.
"Kill him, the knife is mine" "Get out of the way, whoever dares to rob me, I will slaughter whom" "Wait until you grab it, whoever grabs it is who" Ignoring the rushing crowd, Duke slowly drew his slashing knife, and the sound of swords and soldiers intersecting came, accompanied by screams.
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The razor's razor-sharp blade cuts through skin, slices muscles, cuts bones, and splashes blood to bring death.
The blow was fatal, leaving no living mouth, and these wandering souls fell to the ground without saying a word before they could perceive the pain, and only a few lucky ones let out a mournful cry before dying.
Chop, stab, slash, sweep Duke's slashing blade swung faster and faster, each slash more difficult to block, and the angles more tricky and deadly.
His body receives memories and records those murderous kendos in every cell.
Overflowing blood Fallen corpses Screams of weakness Seeing the companions around him fall one by one, but Duke was still swinging the sword in his hand at high speed, almost unscathed, those who besieged him completely collapsed, the strength of the other party was not comparable to them at all, and there was no advantage in numbers at this moment.
"Impossible, how can it be so strong" "How can there be such a person, this is not something we can defeat at all" "Run, run" The tragic situation, the unilateral slaughter and slaughter, one by one, the people who were frightened by Duke turned around and fled, and soon the rabble dispersed.
"Don't kill me, I'm surrendering," a frightened soul fell to the ground, legs limp, and pleaded to Duke.
Duke ignored him, gently wiped the slasher, sheathed and turned away.
A person who loses his belief in fighting has no reason to kill, which will bring shame on his kendo.
"Die" The wandering soul who escaped his life got up, picked up the broken knife beside him, sneaked up from behind Duke, and slashed down.
A sharp gaze swept over his body like countless knives, and the air became extremely heavy.
The murderous aura mixed with spiritual pressure rose to the sky, and the sneak attacker seemed to be grabbed by someone's throat, he forgot even the instinct to breathe, his face turned red and he couldn't say a word, a few drops of sweat slipped down his forehead, and his mouth was open and ridiculous.
As Duke walked away, the footsteps faded and the whole place fell silent.
One by one, the escapees returned, picking through the pile of corpses for weapons that could still be used, and several tentatively walked up to the sneak attacker, trying to take the broken knife he was holding.
At the slightest touch, the attacker was covered in a pool of blood as if he had broken bones, his eyes were blank and gray, and he had already lost his breath.
"What's wrong with him?"
"How can this be done when you die" "Why did you die, there is no wound" "Is that man a monster?"
Duke left the village without hesitation and set off for the distance.
Although these people have all experienced the baptism of blood, the degree is not enough, and blind killing is not the battle he expects.
What he wants is an evenly matched fight, and only a strong person of the same level can stimulate his potential and master the fusion of kendo.
"I hope that the next area will be a strong person for me to fight hard, and Soul Street shouldn't be limited to this."
Duke thought of that road idiot's Gengmu Kenpachi, because he couldn't find anyone worth cutting in Soul Street to enter the Spirit Court, and at that time, Genmu Kenpachi already had captain-level strength, so there must be strong people in Soul Street, but he hadn't found out yet.
"And you, when will I be able to tell me your name, I've been waiting for a long time" Duke stroked the slashing knife, whenever he calmed down, he could clearly feel the existence of the knife, but no matter what the other party said, it was vague and could not hear the name clearly at every critical moment.
It's like seeing flowers in the fog, through a veil, you can see but can't say it, it's obviously on your lips, but you don't know how to speak.
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