"Young hunter, I'm glad to know you. I haven't seen a living person in many years." The Tomb King said, "What about you, Villamont, how long has it been since we met?"

"You refuse to meet anyone." Veramont's eyes were filled with inexplicable emotions, "There are not many people who can live until now, and no one knows which meeting will be a farewell forever."

"Death is a destined thing, I always believe in this. Even the rebirth of the mother will be no exception, because even her will throw away something after each rebirth." The Tomb King stood up from the chair.

"Come in and sit down, or visit my cemetery."

"Cemetery?" Sigmun looked at the hillside in the distance.

"My strength comes from my cemetery. In the cemetery on the top of the mountain, many precious corpses, humans, animals, ancient gods, and those who are higher than me. Now they are all lying quietly in the tomb."

"Do you want to visit it, a young friend?" the Tomb King suggested.

Sigmon was curious, but before he nodded and agreed, Vilamont on the side said, "It's really a hell, Atowa, who would like to deal with dead people just like you?"

"The environment here looks good, unlike the place you once lived, it is always slim, but to be honest, I would rather you keep your style in the past and don't have to visit the cemetery. I came here to ask you to do me a favor."

"Okay." The Tomb King sighed.

"Tell me where the rebirth mother fell. We all know that she was killed by that guy once, but you should only know where she died."

"What do you want to do, Villamont?"

"You should know, the origin of the Mother Reborn, I need that thing," replied Veramont.

"Do you think that having the blood of the origin can give your body a vitality and make you recognized by this world?"

"I want to try it. I have made a lot of efforts, and now I am only one last step away. I am confident that when my body completes transformation, I can instill the power of the starry sky into my body, take back the power I temporarily discarded, and then return to the peak." Veramont looked solemn.

"So you found a hunter." The Tomb King glanced at Sigmun, "He was very special, much stronger than an ordinary sixth-level hunter. It can be seen that he should have read the Book of Contracts."

"You know the book of contract, too?" Sigmun interrupted.

"Of course, that is the most correct way to the new world, but unfortunately it is not open to us. Nowadays, the path we are pursuing is transformed based on the book of contract. You can think that the way to hunters and create contracts is recognized by this new world."

"If we want to reach the limit in the new world, we must do things that meet the rules." The Tomb King explained.

"Then... do you know the Rocal's words?"

"Rocar's words, what is that?" The King of Tomb looked puzzled, then glanced at Veramont, who shook his head.

Sigmon's heart thumped and asked tentatively: "I heard that the words that wrote those two contracts were called Rocal's words."

"Where did you hear this news? The book of contract records is not words at all, but the essence of two extraordinary powers. It is no exaggeration to say that a dog has read these two books and can also embark on the extraordinary path if he can bear the power in it."

After listening to Villamont's explanation, Sigmun became nervous instead of letting go of suspicion in his heart. He believed that Louis's words were by no means groundless. The words Sigmun saw in the carriage and the messages left by Louis, and many signs indicate that the words Rocal's words are real.

But neither the Tomb King nor Vilamont knew the news here, so the hidden mystery was intriguing. Either it represents an older inheritance, or the secret of the new world was hidden here.

"What kind of help can I help in this plan?" Sigmun asked.

"Purify the blood of the origin." Veramont gave the answer.

"The origin of the Mother of Rebirth is the most mysterious thing in this world. Each part of it can evolve the origin of all living things in the world, just like the beginning of everything, but for this reason, this blood also contains the purest instinct."

"This kind of power is hard to separate unless..."

"Unless someone takes the initiative to absorb it." Sigmon suddenly realized that among all, there is no more suitable hunter contractor who can absorb animality than chasing chaos.

"The hunter's abilities are also limited," Sigmun said.

"So I said your strength is still a little worse. If you can advance to the seventh level, you will be more sure." Villamont said with a smile, "In addition, treasures and dangers often coexist, which is an eternal truth."

"But I only see the risks I take, so what about you?"

"I have to take on much more than you, because what I do will completely anger that guy. If it succeeds, everything will be fine. If it fails, my remaining life will need to hide everywhere." Speaking of this, he glanced at Sigmon.

"I know the danger, but will you quit?"

Sigmon was silent. There was one thing Villamont said very well, and he was indeed very good at convincing people.

"Atova, tell me where the land of the rebirth mother's fall is. I promise to leave immediately after receiving the news and will not disturb your life from now on. In addition, no matter what you need in the future, you can contact me at any time. You know, as long as I speak to the brightest star at night, I will hear it."

The Tomb King did not answer and looked at the Sigmon and the others with a dim look, "Okay, I will hand you the key." He seemed to think for a long time before making up his mind, then turned around and walked towards the wooden house behind him.

"Wait for me to come back."

He pushed open the creaking wooden door and walked into a dark room.

Bang!

The door is closed.

Suddenly, Veramont breathed a sigh of relief, and he stepped forward and stood in front of Sigmon, "If...if the battle begins, try to stay away as much as possible."

"Fight?" Sigmun's muscles tightened.

"It depends on what Atova is going to do next." Villamont sighed, "I came to him. There were two things I wanted to help him. The most important thing was to get the position of Original Blood, and the second was to help you improve your strength and enter level 7."

"Atowa's cemetery collected many powerful corpses, and I am the best pharmacist, but now... there is no need for this."

"Why?"

"Because..." A sharp voice suddenly sounded, and the surrounding environment suddenly became dark, and in every gap in the wooden house, endless darkness spread. At the same time, the mountains in the distance swayed, and the tombstones erected were shattered one after another.

"Because there is no body in it," Villamont continued, "Atower is almost dead, and under the control of the fear of death, he will do anything."

"You are right!" A gloomy voice sounded, and a phantom jumped out and stabbed Sigmun's face!
Chapter completed!