There was no such thing as a proper burial.
Seeing such a scene, Zhu Minglang couldn't help but sigh. He cleaned up the rotting corpses that were hanging on the wooden walkway, as well as the corpses that were piled up on the walkway and buried them.
By the time he was done, the sky had already brightened.
After returning to the funeral garden, Zhu Minglang didn't even have time to rest before a new batch of young spirit corpses were sent over.
This situation continued for many days.
On the sixth day, Zhu Minglang frowned.
The Infant Spiritual Academy was a place to raise young spirit spirits. Moreover, it was done under the banner of benevolence and benevolence. They would raise the young spirit spirits together and wait until they had the ability to be self-reliant before choosing to release them. It was reasonable to say that this method of raising young spirit spirits shouldn't have a high mortality rate.
However, in the funeral garden, Zhu Minglang had dealt with no less than a thousand young spirit corpses in the past few days. Even if there were tens of thousands of young spirit spirits raised in the Infant Spiritual Academy, the mortality rate shouldn't be so high.
On the seventh day, another batch of young spirit spirits were sent over.
This time, Zhu Minglang carefully inspected each and every young spirit corpse.
"This one is still alive." Zhu Minglang said to the Husbandry Officer that had sent over the corpse.
"Half dead. It's even more torturous than being dead. Deal with it and throw it away." The Husbandry Officer said without a care. He had clearly seen this kind of situation many times.
"How can I do that? It's still alive." Zhu Minglang said.
"Deal with it however you want. In any case, we've already destroyed its records. Even if we save it and send it back, we won't be able to distribute any food." After the Husbandry Officer finished speaking, he indifferently left.
Zhu Minglang carried the young spirit spirit that was still alive out of the sack and carefully inspected its condition.
In the Infant Spiritual Academy, there were many species that were more ferocious by nature. Although they were raised separately, it was inevitable that fights would occur between the young spirit spirits. This was also the case when young spirit spirits died prematurely.
However, Zhu Minglang was puzzled by the fact that most of the young spirits that had been sent over were not injured.
There were no wounds on its body, and its aura was extremely weak. It was no different from being dead, but it was showing signs of drowsiness.
"There's no need to check. It's most likely that the animal husbandry officer fed them sleeping grass. If they eat too much, they'll end up like this … sleeping soundly," the drunkard said.
"Was it a mistake by the forage collector?" Zhu Minglang asked in confusion.
"It doesn't count. The main reason is that there are too many young spirits in the entire Nursery Spiritual Academy, to the point that there isn't enough food. In addition, the other gods are also questioning why the Nursery Spiritual Academy doesn't use the food to save some of the victims in the poverty-stricken areas, causing the Nursery Spiritual Academy to be the subject of much debate among the people. As a result, the Nursery Spiritual Academy can only use some of the herbs that people don't eat, or that would cause problems if they eat them. Among these herbs, there is the Sleeping Grass. It's fine if you eat it occasionally, and it's also good for sleep. However, if you eat too much of it, it's poisonous," Drunkard Uncle said.
"Is there no other way to solve it?"
"Of course there is. The problem is, who's going to solve it? This requires someone with both ability and wisdom. However, why would someone with both ability and wisdom care about this kind of thing? The daily reduction of the amount of young spirits isn't a bad thing for the Nursery Spiritual Academy. Otherwise, if there were more and more young spirits, the Nursery Spiritual Academy wouldn't be able to afford it, no matter how rich they are."
"That's true." Zhu Minglang nodded his head. At this moment, Zhu Minglang couldn't help but think of the old farmer god and Peng Chen. They should be able to easily solve this kind of problem.
In the eyes of outsiders, the Nursery Spiritual Academy had always been a beautiful place that treated every little life with kindness. However, when it came to working here, there was no room for hypocrisy. They had to do their best, and their life and death depended on fate.
"Throw it down. In any case, it's no different from being dead," Drunkard Uncle said.
"I'll give it a try." Zhu Minglang gently placed his hand on the forehead of the weak young spirit.
"No way, you want to adopt it?"
"That's right."
Zhu Minglang placed a mark on the dying young spirit, hoping that his divine presence would be able to extend its life.
Unfortunately, the young spirit was unable to hold on. Before it closed its eyes, it tried very hard to open them and stared at Zhu Minglang who was trying his best to save it …
Zhu Minglang felt a bit of heartache. However, he wasn't the kind of god that could heal the wounded and the dying. Even if it was a very, very small life, it was still very difficult for Zhu Minglang to save it.
In the end, the young spirit closed its eyes. It leaned on Zhu Minglang's hand and fell into a deep sleep.
Zhu Minglang took off his coat and carefully wrapped it around the young spirit. Then, he placed it on the canal and let it slide to the bottom of the mountain.
"Wooo ~"
The young Nine-Tailed Dragon cried out as if it was saying goodbye to the poor little fellow.
At this moment, the young Nine-Tailed Dragon realized that it was lucky. Otherwise, its fate might have been the same as this young spirit.
The young Nine-Tailed Dragon stretched out its head and rubbed the back of Zhu Minglang's hand. It used this kind of coquettish behavior to express its affection and gratitude to Zhu Minglang.
…
There was only one last spiritual talent left.
Although Zhu Minglang had a goal, that goal required him to take a greater risk.
If there was no other spiritual talent to replace it by the time Bai Qingchen returned, Zhu Minglang could only take the risk with the young Nine-Tailed Dragon.
After a few more days, Zhu Minglang still went to the funeral garden to work.
Today was a moonless night.
The night moon was also on duty. There were a total of 30 Moon Immortals. They would appear in the sky in different forms every day. The moon was different because of the different crescent moons.
A moonless night would appear once every month. There was no moon on duty that day.
Speaking of which, it was strange. Every day, dead young spirits would be sent here, but not today. It seemed to be some kind of ancient tradition. No burial could be done on a moonless night.
Zhu Minglang sat idly on the platform facing the mountains. Just as he was thinking about the young Nine-Tailed Dragon's last metamorphosis, a very weak telepathic connection suddenly came from the foot of the mountain.
Zhu Minglang was puzzled.
This connection obviously didn't come from one of the dragons that he had left behind in the wilderness.
It was a connection from the mark of a young spirit.
But he didn't raise a young spirit. The only young spirit, the little fox spirit, had already signed a contract with him and had a very strong soul bond.
"Is it that young spirit? Is it not dead?? " Zhu Minglang immediately recalled that a few days ago, he had branded an imprint on a dying young spirit.
But this wasn't right!
Zhu Minglang was very sure that it was dead, so he buried it.
"Hum ~"
Soon, another connection came, as if the lake in his heart was gently stirred.
Zhu Minglang was sure that this wasn't his illusion!
That young spirit, could it be that it was faking its death and came back to life??
He had to go down and take a look!
Zhu Minglang didn't think too much and immediately went down the long slide.
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