It was only after Wu Xie came to his senses that he realized that the King of Hell behind him had not taken advantage of this moment to catch up to him.
"I saw it." The fat man's voice was small, and he didn't know what he saw. His expression was a little excited, "Look back quickly."
Wu Xie still didn't understand that the damn King of Hell, Wei Mao, was always chasing him, but Wei Mao suddenly stopped chasing him.
Hearing what the fat man said, he immediately looked back and saw Zhang Zhuxun stepping on the stone and leaping into the air. He bounced straight towards the King of Hell like lightning. It seemed that he was going to run into the arms of the King of Hell, but in fact, he grabbed his hand and hit him.
The assault jacket that he took off covered the stone head of the King of Hell, and he followed the momentum and rolled from above to behind the King of Hell.
The King of Hell's movements froze for a few seconds, and he immediately reached out to grab someone. However, Zhang Zhuxun had already slid down by a rope, and rushed in the opposite direction the moment he touched the ground.
The slip-knot loop on the rope was tied around Yama's neck while he was putting on his clothes. Yama was brought to his back by his unhesitating momentum and fell to the ground, his arms flailing wildly.
Another thin black shadow jumped out from the crack in the stone. Wu Xie took a closer look and saw that it was Zhang Haixing who had disappeared before.
I saw that she was also holding a long rope in her hand, like throwing Indian flying pancakes, jumping up and down in the open space, three times five divided by two, the king of hell's waving arms were tied up with the rope.
Got the twist.
But it was obvious that the King of Hell was very strong, and when he tried to break free, the rope was stretched so hard that it made a tooth-ache-inducing creaking sound.
Zhang Zhuxun, who ran out dragging the rope, came back, stepped on the head of the King of Hell, pulled out a hunting knife and stabbed it hard between the stone ball's head and the mummy's torso, trying to completely cut off its neck.
With a "bang", the rope was completely broken, and the hands of the King of Hell grabbed Zhang Chuxun's limbs respectively. Wu Xie and others' hearts were in their throats.
The fat man shouted at Zhang Haixing, "Do you still have a detonator? Blow it up like a mother."
The arm held by the King of Hell began to feel the pain of dislocation. Zhang Zhuoxun gritted his teeth, felt the resistance from his hand, and pressed the blade down with all his strength.
The King of Hell trembled all over, his arms clenched instantly, and lost strength after a moment. Like a Transformer that had been cut off from energy transmission, his hard arms collapsed and fell heavily to the ground.
Only then did Zhang Zhuxun let out a deep breath, straightened up, moved his shoulders a few times, and put away his hunting knife.
"How's it going? What's inside?" Zhang Haixing asked curiously.
Zhang Zhuoxun glanced at her, expressionless, "It's not something you should take anyway."
Zhang Haixing pouted and stood aside, "I'm no longer interested in this, but don't forget what you promised me before."
"What's going on?" the fat man asked casually, and walked forward quickly, vaguely separating Zhang Haixing and the mummy of the King of Hell, "What just happened? Why did it suddenly explode, and why did this old Zongzi keep chasing Tianzhen?
, is there something about innocence that attracts it?"
Zhang Haixing noticed his defensiveness and suspicion and snorted disdainfully.
The fat man saw something from Zhang Zhu's behavior of taking off his clothes, and got to the point.
If it was Wu Xie's half-hearted blood that attracted him, the fat man's face was still covered in Wu Xie's blood, and the King of Hell didn't even see him kick his ass.
"It's not her, it's Feng's fault." Zhang Zhuxun shook his head and explained, "Feng was bombed on purpose. I had already pulled him into the swamp before the King of Hell smelled the smell of living corpses and wanted to attack him.
Outside."
"I didn't expect this guy to detonate the detonator while I was distracted by the drum music. Fortunately, Zhang Haixing used his whip to roll me out in time, otherwise I would have been seriously injured."
When the fat man heard this, he let out a cry, and held his hands towards Zhang Haixinggong with a playful smile, "That's my little heart, Fat Master. I wrongly blamed my elder sister. We now share the same joys and sorrows, so don't blame me."
Zhang Haixing rolled his eyes unceremoniously and reminded Zhang Shuxun: "How are you going to get that thing? Let me declare in advance that I only know that there is something in it and I don't know anything else."
That thing can make the dead mummy have such strong attack power. It is definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp. Zhang Haixing is a little bit like watching a show.
Wu Xie sniffed himself carefully and realized, "Feng stuffed something into me when the air wave of the explosion hit Fatty and I."
"The only one who can seduce the king of hell is the corpse saint incense." Wu Xie thought thoughtfully, no wonder Muyu wanted to take off his clothes.
Zhang Zhuoxun smiled and said, "Smart."
"Then what should we do now?" Wu Xie knelt down and looked at the end of his neck that was cut open. Under the firelight, there was a green and crystal jade plate there. The mouth of the bowl was as big as the mouth of the bowl, and it was so green that water would drip out of it. There were also
There are two imperfect cuts.
"This is?" he wondered.
"A very special kind of meteorite. Be careful and don't touch it with your hands." Zhang Zhu asked.
Wu Xie turned to look at the stone head and found that there was also a piece of jasper inlaid there, like an inverted trapezoid, inserted in the middle of the stone. He felt that there should be a bigger piece in the big honeycomb, and the piece inlaid in the neck was more like
The corner of the jade was cut into two halves of unequal size by Zhang Shuxun.
The attack of the King of Hell was obviously directed consciously. If this thing controlled the King of Hell to attack them, wouldn't this jade be alive?
"This beautiful piece of jade is the brain of the King of Hell?" the fat man said quickly.
Zhang Zhu hummed, took the torch from his hand, then stretched out a finger and slowly approached the jasper on the other side of the stone ball's head.
Wu Xie sighed, thinking, "Didn't you just say you can't touch it?" He saw Zhang Zhuxun controlling his fingertips and stopping them two or three centimeters away from the jade piece.
"Look carefully." Zhang Zhuxun said.
Several people bent down to take a closer look, and saw a few very, very thin strands of silver, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, protruding from the jasper, like the nerve tentacles of some kind of coral polyps, tentatively testing the ground.
It floated towards Zhang Zhuxun's fingertips.
Zhang Zhuxun suddenly pulled his hand back, and the silver tentacles kept shaking in the air, trying to capture the fresh vitality just now, but to no avail, and finally reluctantly retracted slowly.
Wu Xie and others held their breaths and watched intently. It took a long time to find the rhythm of their breathing.
"What the hell is this? It's a bug, a parasite." The fat man could almost fit a fist into his mouth.
Zhang Haixing also sighed: "It turns out that this is the real reason why the King of Hell rides on corpses. The King of Hell himself is dead, but with the existence of such a thing, its devouring consciousness is always alive. The living corpses being ridden are actually
Got eaten."
Zhang Zhuxun nodded in agreement, "How else could we get such a tall and strong zombie shell? Its legs should be made of tentacles and those sacrifices."
The fat man looked at Wu Xie teasingly, "If it weren't for Muyu's quick hands, you would have almost become the one at the bottom. I don't think your small body can support this six-meter giant corpse. The king of hell will step on you like he is stepping on high heels."
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"Get the hell out of here!" Wu Xie scolded him.
The two of them laughed and scolded each other. Wu Xie had a lot to ask Zhang Zhuxun, but he avoided the presence of outsiders, so he had to choose a question he could ask, "Isn't corpse fighting something in folklore? Although I listen to me
Grandpa has said it before, but things like zongzi are extremely uncontrollable, so how did the people in Kangbalo use the Corpse Holy Incense as a medium to convey the message of feeding?"
As he spoke, he recounted the legend that his grandfather once told him as a story. During the conflict between the Northern and Southern factions, the corpse king raised by the Northern faction went on a killing spree, killing both humans and animals.
Making a fighting corpse often involves a large number of victims, whether they are one's own side or the opponent.
Moreover, things like Zongzi, which are neither dead nor alive, can only be found but not sought. If the road Wu Xie had been pursuing was not artificially set into an extremely dangerous mode, it would be difficult for him to encounter a corpse transformation in his life.
More difficult.
Even if there is a military general who happens to be buried in a corpse-raising ground and becomes a huge coffin with the title of "King of Corpses", in reality, basically everyone will kneel down in tacit agreement when encountering such a situation.
So Wu Xie himself didn't believe it, not even a well-informed person like his grandfather.
He felt that the only thing the corpse king in the story his grandfather told him had in common with the now shriveled King of Hell was that he had a belly full of white sand, and that King of Hell also had a more advanced head, which was essentially a departure from the ranks of Zongzi.
Even if we had to forcefully rank it in the rice dumpling world, this one would probably be the top one.
After hearing this, the fat man shook his head, "Although the story is fabricated, the elements in it must have a reason. Fatty, although I am not as experienced as the old man, but I am not bragging. I have actually seen the so-called corpse fight once."
That happened when Fatty was young. At that time, he had just started to work alone. With his boldness and carefulness, he made several small businesses, not fighting, but trading antiques.
After a few times, the fat man felt that there was no risk in working alone, and it was not as dangerous as fighting to the death, so he broke up with his gang members.
He lived a luxurious life happily and spent a fortune on the housebreaking expenses. Fatty felt that he was young and living such a salty life was not his ideal type, so he decided to take a gamble and spread rumors about himself.
Gotta collect something big.
As the saying goes, "Gold in troubled times and jade in prosperous times are worth thousands of gold in Taiping antiques."
You can make money by flipping antiques, and it's not that violent. There's a lot of room for growth in antiques. If you work hard, you might be able to turn this little stall into a listed company or something in the future.
People in the industry knew that he had a little money, so after the news got out, all kinds of crazy people came to his door.
The fat man boasted that he was already a semi-leader in the industry, and he didn't like the rags unearthed from small workshops. When he was wondering whether he was about to die in the middle of starting a business, someone came to the door with a photo.
It was a ship owned by a chieftain from the Qing Dynasty.
The fat man's eyes were very sharp, and he immediately recognized something fishy about the boat. Although it was indeed an ancient relic, there were no traces of burial objects. Moreover, the boat in the photo had a bottom, and the scene inside the boat was not photographed. It seemed that he was deliberately concealing it.
What.
Seeing that the other party's face was wrong, the fat man used words to deceive, and the man reluctantly revealed that it was actually two boats tied together, with the middle and edges nailed together. There seemed to be something in the middle of the cabin, and they transported it out.
In the end, I didn't dare to open it, and thought about selling the ball directly. After saying that, I urged Fatty to accept it, and said that if I was interested in this, I could cooperate for a long time.
The fat man was very suspicious. He vaguely sensed from the other party's words that the place where he found the pair of boats seemed to be more than just this pair of boats. Could it be that this was a very large group of burial tombs?
The fat man was very courageous at the time and thought that there must be treasures here. He tried a few words and sent the people away first. Then he went outside to inquire about the situation of the lama team and learned that the team had broken up.
I don't know where there was a fight, and the loss was heavy. Even the chopstick head was broken under it, but one or two kittens survived.
It seems that even if there were other boats in the tomb, no one would dare to go and pick up the Lama. The boat has become an orphan from then on, and ordinary antique dealers would not dare to take it away, but he took advantage of it.
A few days later, the man came to the door again. His face was as sallow as if he had prolapsed after defecation in the toilet. He was eager to sell the boat and quoted a price that was two points lower.
So the fat man stopped worrying and bought the boat and let the man put it in a warehouse he rented locally without taking care of it.
Later, I found that the seller disappeared within minutes after taking the money. I couldn't help but murmur in my heart, so I took the train there and found that the goods had indeed been delivered.
But the grandson lied. The two boats were not sealed at all. The middle of the boat had long been cracked, and a gray-green corpse hand with nails like bird's claws protruded from the gap.
Now the fat man also realized that he had been tricked into a big problem.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He did not dare to touch the things in the ship, sealed the warehouse, and set off back to the capital, not knowing what to do.
I was holding my breath and couldn't control my mouth after drinking too much, so this matter slowly spread.
It didn't take long for someone to come to the door, asking by name to buy Fatty's boat, and asking an astronomical price, showing that they were very powerful.
The fat man didn't want to get into trouble, so he agreed and didn't care what he was going to do. He just said that he should be taken away as soon as possible.
I originally thought that this matter would be over, but unexpectedly, after a long time, one day I suddenly received a sum of money, which was exactly what I had paid. Out of curiosity, the fat man decided to go to the warehouse to take a look.
When I went there, I found that the man had only moved the things away, leaving a floor full of white sand, which was a very strange color.
When I asked the old man guarding the warehouse, he only said that a group of people came at night, dragged a truckload of iron chains, tied up the boat and transported it away.
The whole thing seems to have ended here, and Fatty has completely forgotten about it. He just thinks that he has made a fortune and will learn a lesson in the future.
It wasn't until a series of chain events happened later that he realized what exactly he was selling at that time.
After a while, someone on the market bought a kind of fine sand that looked like salt, and the price was very high.
For a time, the wind was trembling, the chickens and dogs were restless, and there was a craze of panning for sand and gold among the horse boards.
The fat man was wary and felt that the people who collected this kind of sand should be the same people who bought the boat. The fat man did not dare to ask more about whether it was collected or not and what the purpose of collecting it was.
Until everything came to an end, no one knew which force those people belonged to. The whole thing seemed very mysterious from beginning to end.
But the fat man still had a strong feeling: the disappearance of the boat seller must be related to the boat buyers, and he just escaped by luck.
After this idea came into his mind, the fat man felt pity for his life and hid for a while, and then he slowly felt relieved.