There is no so-called burial.

Seeing such a scene, Zhu Minglang couldn't help but sigh. He cleaned up the corpses hanging on the wooden path, half of which were thrown out, and the bodies piled up on the slide, and buried them.

After doing all this, it was already dawn.

When he returned to the funeral, Zhu Minglang had not had time to rest, a new batch of young corpses were sent over.

This situation lasted for many days.

On the sixth day, Zhu Minglang frowned.

Young Spirit Academy raises young spirits, and under the banner of charity and benevolence, they will raise young spirits in a unified manner. When they have the ability to reliably become self-reliant, they will choose to release them. In theory, the mortality rate of young spirits in young spirit Academy will not be very high.

But in this funeral, Zhu Minglang has been dealt with for so many days, and even if there are tens of thousands of young spirits raised in the young spirit garden, the mortality rate cannot be so high.

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

Zhu Minglang carefully inspected the corpse of each young spirit this time.

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

"It's even more tormenting than death. You can deal with it and just throw it away." The breeding officer said indifferently. He had obviously seen this situation a lot.

"How can that be? I'm still alive, I'm still alive." Zhu Minglang said.

"What you want to do is to do. Anyway, we have destroyed its records, rescued them and sent them back, and we can't allocate food." After the breeding officer said that, he left indifferently.

Zhu Minglang took the young spirit who was still angry out of the sack and carefully checked its condition.

There are many species in the young spirit garden that are more ferocious by nature. Although they are raised separately, there are inevitably fights between young spirits, and this is the case when young spirits die prematurely.

But many of the young spirits sent recently were not injured, which was something Zhu Minglang was confused.

The little young spirit in front of me is that there are no scars on the body and its breath is particularly weak, which is not much different from death, but the symptoms it shows are drowsy.

"Stop checking. Most of the time the feeding officer fed them sleeping grass. If you eat too much, that's it... sleep to death." said the drunk uncle.

"Is the person who picked the forage made a mistake?" Zhu Minglang asked in confusion.

"It doesn't count. It's mainly because the number of young spirits adopted in the entire Young Spirit Academy is too large, so much food is not enough. In addition, other gods are also questioning why Young Spirit Academy does not use this food to save some victims in poor places, which has led to the fact that Young Spirit Academy is controversial among the people. Therefore, in terms of food, the people who raise food can only feed some of the food that people do not eat, or will have problems. Among these herbs, there is sleeping grass. It's okay to eat this thing occasionally, and it also helps sleep. Eating too much will make you poison." said the alcoholic uncle.

"Is there no other way to solve it?"

"There is definitely a problem. Who will solve the problem? This always requires people with ability and talent. How can people with talent and ability pay attention to this kind of thing? The daily quantitative reduction of young spirits is not a bad thing for young spirits. Otherwise, more and more young spirits will be raised, and no matter how rich the young spirits are, they cannot afford it." The drunk uncle saw it very clearly.

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

To outsiders, Youlingyuan has always been a very beautiful place. It treats every little life well, but when working here, it cannot tolerate a little pretentiousness. It does its best to do its best, and life and death depend on fate.

"Give it aside, it's no different from being dead anyway." said the drunk uncle.

"Let me give it a try." Zhu Minglang gently placed his hand on the forehead of the weak little young spirit.

"No, you want to adopt it?"

"yes."

Zhu Minglang gave this dying young spirit a mark, hoping that his divine breath could prosper its life.

Unfortunately, the little young spirit still couldn't hold on. It opened its eyes very hard before closing its eyes, staring at Zhu Minglang who tried his best to save it...

Zhu Minglang felt a little distressed, but he was not the kind of god who could save lives and heal the wounded. Even if it was a very small life, it would be very difficult for Zhu Minglang to save it.

The little young spirit finally closed its eyes and leaned against Zhu Minglang's palm and fell asleep deeply.

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 screamed, as if saying goodbye to the poor little guy.

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

After stretching his head, the little nine-tailed dragon rubbed against Zhu Minglang's back, using such coquettishness to express his intimacy and gratitude to Zhu Minglang.

...

The last spiritual resource is still missing.

Although Zhu Minglang has a goal, that goal has to take a relatively large risk.

If Bai Qingchen returns without any other spiritual resources as a substitute, 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.

The night moon is also a rotation. There are thirty moon immortals in total. They appear in the sky in different forms every day. The phases are precisely because of different crescent moons.

The Moonless Night appears once a month, and the Moonless God rotates that day.

It is strange that dead young spirits are sent every day, but today there is not. It seems that some ancient tradition is in it. It cannot be buried on the moonless night.

Zhu Minglang was sitting idle on the platform facing the mountains and fields, thinking about the last root of the transformation of the little nine-tailed dragon, suddenly a very faint telepathy came from the distant mountain.

This made Zhu Minglang feel a little confused.

This sensing obviously did not come from a dragon that was left in various amanas.

It is also from the induction of the young spirit mark.

But I didn't raise young spirits. The only young spirit little fox spirit has now signed a contract with me and has a strong soul bond.

"Is it that little young spirit? Is it not dead?" Zhu Minglang immediately remembered that he had only branded a dying little young spirit a few days ago.

But something is wrong!

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

"Buzz~"

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

Zhu Minglang is sure that this is not his illusion!

Could that little young spirit be faked to die and survive?

Have to go and have a look!
Chapter completed!