Later, by chance, Fatty got a solid clue - this white sand was used for comparison.
Someone is looking for the desert where these white sands were originally located. Comparing the composition of the white sand samples with the sand in the desert is the only clue.
If they find the desert where the white sand is, they can find what they really want.
"What are they looking for?" Wu Xie asked.
The fat man spread his hands in a very bachelor manner, "This fat man knows where he is going. I don't even know where that fighting corpse came from."
Wu Xie looked at Zhang Haixing again and received a "Do you look at me like I know" eye roll.
"If the clue that Fatty got is true, I speculate that the fighting corpse that Fatty has seen is the same as the one we see here." Zhang Zhuxun pointed at the mummy of the King of Hell with his chin and said, "Inside
The filled white sand should have been brought out from the same desert."
"Does this sand have any special uses?" Wu Xie asked, "Does this white sand have some kind of magical power and is it a necessary process for making fighting corpses?"
"No, this kind of sand is just a filler, and it has a special color." Fatty said what he said, and it seemed very reasonable. "Zombie fighting sounds ridiculous, but at best it's just a kind of mummy that can turn on the fighting mode.
It’s just the way it’s made.”
At first, the fat man was fascinated by the mysterious background of this thing. He thought about it without thinking about food and tea. He felt that if he didn't understand it, he would regret it and rest in peace for the rest of his life.
After vaguely listening to all kinds of hearsay, the old boy from Big Golden Tooth finally told him that the earliest record of this thing dates back to the pre-Qin Dynasty, and the only completely correct technology for refining fighting corpses was only available in that desert.
, has long since been lost with the annihilation of humanities there, and the fighting corpse that Fatty saw was only a half-finished product.
It is said that the rice dumplings made with this technique are more obedient than the dogs raised since childhood, and will hit wherever you point them. In fact, such rice dumplings can no longer be called zombies, but zombie puppets.
Later, people learned incomplete information from incomplete ancient books and misinterpreted many of its true meanings. They always thought that the white sand in the corpse fight was the key factor, so they kept mining sand in that desert. In fact, the sand was not important.
"The ancient books come from that desert and are related to a special civilization." Fatty concluded.
Wu Xie thought thoughtfully after hearing this, "So those people who bought the ship and the white sand probably knew the truth through some way. What they are really looking for is the corpse refining technology under the white desert, or maybe
A civilization that was buried and disappeared by that desert.”
In the pre-Qin period, alchemists were rampant, and there were people everywhere holding bronze cauldrons to practice elixirs in the hope of gaining immortality. The ultimate goal was to give up the physical body and ascend to immortality. It is possible that the technique of corpse refining was invented in this way.
Before the Qin Dynasty was truly established, many places were not deserts at first. In ancient times, places with fertile water and grass were more likely to gather people and animals. Various human activities, coupled with changes in geology and climate, led to the destruction of vegetation.
The cohesion of the soil decreased, and the surface soil was forced to desertify, eventually forming a desert.
But Wu Xie always felt that something was wrong, so he asked: "What is the name of this civilization?"
The fat man shook his head, "There is no name, but they think this civilization is the predecessor of the ancient city of Juyan."
The ruins of the ancient city of Juyan, known as Zheluzhang in history, are located in Alxa and Jinta County of Suzhou in present-day Inner Mongolia.
A group of ruins including Tiantian Fortress Wall and other ruins.
In the early 1930s, our country's scientific expedition team discovered a Bronze Age ruins in the Juyan site, 13 city sites from different periods, as well as a large number of temples, pagodas and rivers from the Western Xia to the Yuan Dynasties.
Wu Xie's mind paused for a moment, and he suddenly began to doubt the authenticity of the so-called civilization.
Perhaps at that time, there was really a magician who figured out a way to refine corpses, but it would be too much to take it for granted to establish a civilization with the significance of ruling and educating.
Unpopular things like corpse refining were all in the form of small tribes in the environment at that time. Even if future generations discovered some minute details, it would be difficult to call it civilization.
If there is a mysterious tribe in the desert where humans and the walking dead live together, and even worship mummies as a tribal belief, then it is very possible.
The Qing Dynasty boat fighting corpse that Fatty encountered was more likely to have been made by later people digging the sand themselves. Just like the King of Hell fighting corpse in front of him, hollowing out the inner belly of the rice dumpling is the basis for making a fighting corpse, and removing the rice dumplings
Heading is the first process.
The only special point is that the method of making the King of Hell's Corpse has been upgraded. Someone replaced the head with something living in the stone.
The key lies in that white desert.
"I will treat your wounds first, and then move your heads away. These white sands must be collected, they will be useful." After Zhang Zhuoxun finished speaking, he took out the medical bag from his backpack and threw a roll of clean gauze and a pack of iodophor cotton to Zhang Haixing.
Zhang Haixing curled his lips and walked slowly far away, away from the area where rain was still sparsely leaking.
I took off my boots and rolled up my trouser legs. I saw a large area of blue and purple on my white calf. The wound had become inflamed and swollen due to being exposed to the rain and being soaked in the mud.
"Are there any antibiotics? Anti-inflammatory drugs will also work." She raised her head and said.
Zhang Zhu searched for the medicine she wanted. When he went over to take a look, he raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "You're so cruel to yourself. You'll have to be stitched up. If you drag it on, you won't be able to get out of the snow-capped mountains."
Zhang Haixing raised her eyelids and glanced at him, then stretched out her hand to ask for something, "If you can't die, give me the needle and thread."
Wu Xie also found a dry stone and sat cross-legged on it. Hearing their conversation, he threw the small bag containing surgical needles and threads over from a distance, "Go on."
Zhang Haixing raised his hand and grabbed it, disinfected it very simply and crudely, moved sideways to a position where he could see the light, and began to sew himself up.
Zhang Zhuoxun ignored her and turned around to see if Wu Xie and the two men on the other side could help.
Wu Xie and Fatty both subconsciously curled up and used their arms to protect their heads when the air wave rushed over. Therefore, the two arms had the largest number of copper sheets embedded in them. The large ones were as big as fingernails, and the small ones were as big as match heads.
, some debris has to be picked out with tweezers.
Zhang Zhuoxun tied a new torch, disinfected his hands carefully, held the tweezers and said, "Which one of you will come first?"
"Let's pull it out for Tianzhen first." The fat man shook his legs and said, "Fat man, I have thick flesh and rough skin, and the piercings are not very deep. I will pull out the big ones first, and then you can clean up the small ones.
Save yourself the trouble."
Zhang Zhuoxun looked at Wu Xie, and there was a faint flame dancing on the tweezers.
"...It's done." Wu Xie silently stretched out his two paws.
Seeing Wu Xie gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, Fatty gloated and Kaka laughed out loud.
Zhang Zhuoxun's hands were steady and fast, and he finished pulling out one arm in a short while. When he was about to replace the other arm, the movement of his hand suddenly stopped, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the mummy of the King of Hell.
Feng woke up at some point and was squatting quietly next to the King of Hell. He was about to touch the head of the stone ball with both hands, his expression crazy and excited.
"Don't touch it!"
Zhang Zhuoxun gave a sharp shout and immediately stood up to stop him.
Seeing that his actions were discovered, Feng didn't care too much. He hurriedly pulled off his sleeves and wrapped his hands, picked up the head of the King of Hell, and ran into the darkness.
Wu Xie and the other two quickly stood up, and Zhang Zhuxun had already chased Feng and rushed into the bronze door.
"What the hell?" Fatty yelled, "When did that old boy wake up and start a sneak attack? If you want me to catch him, Fatty, I can't beat him to death."
Zhang Haixing also stood up, listened to the noise with his ears, then sat back and continued to sew the wound, and said calmly: "Don't worry, it won't take much effort to solve it."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was an explosion from inside the bronze door, followed by the sound of something heavy falling to the ground, which was not very clear.
The fat man glared at her and called to Wu Xie, "Come on, let's go over and have a look."
The two of them held torches and approached carefully, when they heard light and steady footsteps coming from the bronze door, and they said in unison, doubly surprised, "Wooden fish."
Looking up and seeing the two of them, Zhang Zhuoxun's cold and solemn face softened a bit, and he walked quickly into the firelight, "It's okay, it's been solved."
The fat man saw the black blood spraying on the chest and collar of his clothes, and raised his thick eyebrows, "Did you kill him?"
Zhang Zhuoxun said "Hmm", raised his hand behind his back, and threw a spherical object into a crevice in the rocks not far away, so fast that Wu Xie didn't even have time to see it clearly.
It made a "thumping" sound and sounded like a big stone.
"His hand touched the parasitic meteorite and he will not survive." He explained lightly.
"Hey, what's the big deal?" The fat man patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go back and continue pulling out the copper pieces."
Wu Xie took a step behind and walked side by side with Zhang Zhuxun. He lowered his voice and said, "Is it okay if the head of the King of Hell is left inside? Do you want to find a place to bury it alone?"
Zhang Zhuoxun raised his eyebrows and gave him a look, then took off his jacket that was stained with blood, bunched it up and lit it in front of the torch, held it in his hand and waited until it was almost burned before throwing it away.
"..." Wu Xie silently realized.
It's too early to worry, it turns out that it has already been received in the "treasure box".
The three of them walked around the area where rain was still dripping and re-treated their old and new injuries.
"The King of Hell is so pissed off, why doesn't it stop raining? When will it stop?" the fat man asked a little puzzled.
"It's really strange." Wu Xie also raised his neck to look at the roof of the cave.
After Zhang Zhu pulled out the last piece, he checked it up and down to make sure nothing was missing, and then gave him medicine and gauze.
Seeing that he was still holding up two paws, he reminded him: "It's done."
Wu Xie did not respond, his brows were furrowed, and he stared upward intently, muttering: "Am I dazzled? Why does it feel like the stone on top is moving?"