The Dead Zone: Maya Stela - C35

The look in my eyes must have been complicated. The chivalrous hero took a deep breath and looked at me sincerely.

“Believe it or not, society is always complicated. “Don’t think that everything written in the book is fake. It’s just a myth.”

Great Hero’s ancestors were in the business of robbing tombs, and it was unknown how long they had been gone for. As a child, the chivalrous hero had never known a single relative of his, either from the antique calligraphy and paintings around the house or from his occasional visits. Every once in a while, someone would come knocking on the door. His father asked him to call him Third Master and Fifth Master, but what did that have to do with him? During the festival, he offered sacrifices to his ancestors. The names of those who visited this place were all on the family tree, so he didn’t see any of them.

As time passed, he no longer cared. However, at that time, he was just a little kid, and his hands were cheap. He just liked to flip through them. This really made him famous in the end.

He found a series of black armored throwing knives in his yard.

At that time, he was so excited. He didn’t tell his father that he was going to school to show off with that blade. Something bad had happened. There were also a few capable students in his school, and they were very rare to see something like this. Ye Zichen just asked him if he was willing to sell it for a huge price.

The hero had returned to his senses, knowing that the price wasn’t something he could decide. Afraid that his family would suffer a loss, he would ask his father about it when he returned home.

His father was scared half to death. He chased him around the yard and beat up his son who looked like a pig’s head. When he thought about how his son was only so single, he decided to tell him about his ancestors’ abilities.

From the second day onwards, even his father did not know how to figure it out. Every day after school, he would return home to practice his skills while teaching his ancestor the throwing dagger technique, “Soaring Dragon’s 32 Blades.” The shortest knife was only 3 centimeters long, and the longest was 16 centimeters. This was a skill used in tombs. First, he had to have a pair of sharp ears and move the moment he heard the wind. Second, he had to have a pair of poisonous moves; he had to be able to see things in the dark; and he had to have the ability to catch a dragon with one hand and strike quickly, accurately and ruthlessly.

When the Hero was done, his father gave him the treasure. Black Armored Golden Saber. The black armor was the hide of the pangolin, and the handle was wrapped in a circle. The golden patterns on the golden blade were actually made with black dog blood, pangolin ash and ancient executioner’s blood. It took a lot of money to get it and also spent a lot of money to forge it. Those who called themselves grandfathers were influential figures who had been with his family’s old man in the past. It was fortunate that he wasn’t interested in history and ancient items. When that group of people went out, they were well-known on the streets.

The chivalrous hero wanted to continue speaking, but I stopped him. I just wanted to hear about Old Song. The moment I said that, his expression suddenly changed and he sighed.

What kind of chivalrous hero was this? Although his father had not allowed him to read history along the way, he could not endure this brat’s continuous torture. In the end, he had entrusted him to the research institute’s team and told them not to leak this information. However, in the end, the main focus of every day would be to clear out, code, and record the tombs, which were just like the tombs in the true books.

Basically, all the tombs excavated in our country today are carried out according to the principle of salvage. The tombs that were not destroyed by nature or manmade men were never touched. Let them be buried under the ground. After working for more than a year, he couldn’t take it anymore, and he couldn’t take back the praise he had with his father. Until one day, a “young man” came to the team.

The archaeological team he was on was mostly from Beijing, but this person was from Shaanxi Province. He looked to be about 30 years old, but his movement was slower than 40 years old. However, the captain told him in private that this person was only 23 years old. He thought about it for a moment. This really did look too old. The other members of the archaeological team were also very respectful to this elder. Just by being on the same level as him, they were able to “hook up” with him. One day, this young man of the same age as him had invited him to drink wine, but the wine was filled with a Gu.

I feel like I’m listening to a fantasy novel.

The chivalrous hero said, “That Gu is precisely not called a Gu. “Do you know the rumors about the corpses being chased since ancient times in Shaanxi?” I nodded.

The chivalrous hero solemnly said, “In fact, there is indeed a corpse, and the method in Shaanxi is different from Shanxi.

Rumor has it that both seem to be herders.” But most of Shanxi’s was just an act. Some of them used ropes soaked in black donkey blood to tie each of his joints together, then plywood his back to support the corpses. Generally, they would have to accept one or two disciples who would be mixed in with the group and would be responsible for synchronizing the movements of the corpses, leading the entire group to a new rhythm. Therefore, Shanxi’s reputation of chasing the corpses did not live up to its reputation. However, Shaanxi is different. Although they are two provinces, Shaanxi is closer to the Miao people, their movements even carry the shadow of the Miao people. In the beginning, the Zombies used bugs to hold their joints, and controlled the movements of the Gu worms inside. Therefore, Shaanxi Corpse Chasers would usually bring a string of bells to control the Gu worms inside the corpse, following which, they would lift their legs and lower them. Therefore, the first few Corpsemancer in Shaanxi province were all Miao people, or descendants of Miao and Han people. However, they usually moved at night and carried Yin Qi with them. In ancient times, which family would dare to marry their daughter to such a person? Who would be willing to marry, let alone his parents? So if you want to pass on this skill, you have to accept a disciple.

I looked at him and thought to myself, why is there so much nonsense to say? But I have to say, I’m still very interested in his content. One had to know that there had never been such a thing in the literature.

The chivalrous hero said, “These words were all said to me by Old Bastard Song. He drank quite a bit that day. Anyway, as long as you infect me with the Gu, I’ll have to listen to him soon? And that’s what he told me. ”

“And then?”

“After?” The chivalrous hero laughed in ridicule, “He has underestimated this insect and overestimated it. At first he thought he could control my limbs and use my father as a meat shield to shield him from the body in the grave; then he overestimated the thing and thought he could control my thoughts completely, but when I had a wound, the pain would help me take my sovereignty back. I discovered it once when he was dealing with something in the tomb. ”

I was stunned. He turned around and took off his jacket. From his shoulder to his shoulder blade, there was a wound, not yet fully closed, its edges curled.

The chivalrous hero put on his clothes and said with a wry smile, “See, these are the claws that were clawed out by that thing. They are just corpse puppets of the Dao language, you normal way of archaeology probably have no idea. I dodged quickly, and the moment the claw came down, it woke me up. I stabbed the corpse puppet’s ceiling with my knife, changing the knife and digging out the wound on my shoulder.

It was unknown where the thief had come from, but he had discovered a tomb that was completely different from the one on the light path. I did not sail on my way out of the country, but I could tell that the tombs were very old. Every time he went in, it was like he was looking for something, but every time he died. ”

“What the hell is he looking for?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“I don’t know,” said the chivalrous hero, “but I heard him before he knew I could control his thoughts. He had a master, but I couldn’t understand what they were saying. One speaks Miao language and the other speaks Han language. ”

When I heard his last sentence, I felt that it was quite normal, so I asked, “You understand Miao language?”

“I don’t understand.” His expression suddenly changed, his face darkened, and he said in a strange voice, “Of course he doesn’t understand. It’s enough for me to understand.”

I was stunned for a moment. In that short instant, a fat hand grabbed my shoulder, and my other hand pulled out a black coloured path from nowhere, heading straight for my neck!

I hastily turned my head to dodge the attack, but the force behind my actions was so strong that it nearly crushed my shoulder to pieces, leaving me unable to move an inch. I swiveled my head forward and the wind-slicing dagger missed its target and stopped short of stabbing my finger.

Out of the corner of my eye, my scalp tingled. Not only was the fatty’s hand strength strong, but he was also f * cking precise. It should have been trained by his father. What the f * * k should they do?

Seeing that he couldn’t take it anymore, he didn’t care about anything else. He kicked three inches below his navel.

The smile on the chivalrous hero’s face suddenly disappeared, and his entire body curled up like a shrimp. I took the knife from his hand and slashed at his arm without hesitation.

His mouth hissed as he gasped for air, but he was still speaking in a strange tone, “Hehe, I was actually lying to you, he wouldn’t have recovered his consciousness from the pain at all. He is my puppet, a toy. You think you did something? “Hee hee …”

I thought about pinching the back of his neck, and when he stopped, I slammed my palm into the back of his head.

My mom was a doctor, so I learned a lot of ways to strengthen my body and bones. I also learned some life-saving moves, but my mom was scared by my height and thought I couldn’t be bullied so she gave up. This is to save my life. But I can’t control the strength myself, so I don’t understand the state of the hero.

The grumbling sound from his mouth had disappeared. He was either unconscious or dead. I breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the floor to wipe away my sweat.

I don’t know if the chivalrous hero is awake or not, and whether what he said is true or not. I couldn’t tell how long his previous pain would last. And I can tell how much protection he has for his people. Even if his thoughts were controlled at that time, his body would still react instinctively. This meant that Old Song could not completely trust what he had just said with his mouth.

The brain was the control center of the body, so people instinctively avoided danger. However, when the brain issued a command, even if the body was in pain, it would still cooperate.

I scratched the back of my head. Being kicked so hard must have been instinctual, he couldn’t even control his brain. However, he was still talking after his body had collapsed, which meant that Song Gouyu might not even be able to sense his condition at all.

I touched my chin.

At this time, there were sounds of footsteps in front of him. We’re in the middle of the tunnel right now, so it’s possible that a second ‘corpse puppet’ has appeared.

I didn’t panic. I could just throw it down the way I had and aim the overhead searchlight straight ahead.

But with the approach of the footsteps, the front also became clearer. I had a hunch and could not help but sneer at the dog thief who still dared to come over.

“What’s going on?” Old Song shouted in surprise, “Why are you all lying here? Aren’t you waiting for me at the door? ”

“Shut the f * ck up.” With the knife in my hand, I didn’t beat around the bush and just cursed out loud, “Take out the thing in that hero’s stomach!” “What is it?!” Old Song looked even more surprised, and when he saw the sword in my hand, he said, “Hero’s sword?!” What’s wrong with him!? What are you doing now?! ”

I thought to myself, I’m a 1.8m man, so how could I be afraid of you? I waved the blade in my hand. “Stop pretending, aren’t you just controlling his movements? A tomb robber acts so much! ”

Old Song creased his face as if he was about to collapse, “What grave robber? “You, don’t joke around.”

“What are you pretending for!” I sneered. ” “Damn it!”

Who cares? I just walk over and see his eyes twinkle. He didn’t care, he just placed the knife on the young man’s neck and knocked him out with the other hand.

I can’t do anything like that, but there are only three of us right now.

I did not hold back on this palm, but I just fainted. I sat there in a daze, not knowing what to do next. At this point, I couldn’t help but to despise my unreliable father in my heart. This is just a f * cking game. If I took off your son, I’d be done for!

After sitting for a while, I walked straight in. That is, the “ice cellar” that Old Song hid in earlier. Originally, I didn’t plan on doing this, but it’s useless to stay here. There was a corpse puppet below him that was eyeing him covetously. This seemed to be the only path that he could take … Or vice versa.

I turned my head to look in the opposite direction. He argued with himself in his heart. I could go in there, but it would be hard for me to control them both if they woke up, and the road was too far for me to drag them through one by one. Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but feel hatred. He wanted to kick Old Song out and feed him to the corpse puppet.

What the f * * k should they do?

Feeling vexed, I rubbed my head. Then, a flash of inspiration struck me, and I prepared to dig out Old Song’s waist pouch. I don’t know where this idea came from, but I was prepared to search Old Song and the chivalrous hero. It would be best to “seize” all his knives and return them to him when they were out.

Old Song was clean. Other than his wet clothes, there was nothing else in his diving suit. Maybe he had been in the ice room for too long, and his whole body was abnormally cold.

I cursed under my breath as I felt something abnormal on my back that was not right. I pulled out my hand and looked. My palm was completely drenched in blood.

Even if she gnashed her teeth and wanted him to be punished, she could not watch him die. Ripping off his soaked shirt in strips would be a loss to the extent that the wound was horizontal and could be wrapped in strips.

It made something flash through my mind. Old Song was very familiar with this place, right? Logically speaking, why was he injured? Wouldn’t it be more beneficial for him to go in with me, leave the chivalrous hero outside to fend off the calamity, and leave me inside to fend off the calamity?