In my sight, there were hundreds of cavemen with deformed bodies and ugly faces, kowtowing in the direction of Jia Wei on the stone bridge and shouting. I could understand their shouts without Yang Cao translating them, because they only shouted
A simple word: "King! King! King..."
The sound was loud and reverberated throughout the space, like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, which was frightening.
We carefully walked around the entrance of the cave and looked at the dead woman standing on the stone bridge, waving in all directions, with some hesitation. We were sure that Jia Wei had been possessed by the black shadow on the throne of the main hall, but
Why do these weird-looking cavemen call her a king? You know, that hall has been covered in dust for countless years!
Could it be that these evil-looking cavemen are also descendants of Yelang?
It's just that the situation was urgent at this time and we couldn't tolerate any curiosity. Seeing that all the cavemen were kneeling on the ground and paying homage to Jia Wei, we had better take advantage of this opportunity and run away quickly. However, before we walked a few steps,
Jia Wei pointed at us and shouted loudly. One moment, these low-lying guys on the ground were as docile as little sheep, and the next moment they turned into wolves, jumping up and holding old weapons.
, running towards us desperately.
We originally planned to sneak away quietly, but seeing that it didn't work, we strode outside.
At this moment, who cares about the life and death of the original Jia Wei?
We quickly ran to the intersection and were ready to go back outside along the cave - cavemen live in caves all year round, and their yin energy is very strong. Their body functions have adapted to life underground. They can only move at night when they return to the surface.
When exposed to sunlight, the muscles atrophy and the eyes are not covered by eyelids, making it easy to become blind. This is what we inferred from the corpses of the cavemen who died that day.
However, speculation is still speculation and is not necessarily true. We still need to verify it.
But will the cavemen give us a chance to verify?
Obviously not.
From the edge of the pool to the hall, it winds and winds for hundreds of meters. When we came in, they were silent, like ghosts. However, when we went out, they kept coming out of the corners and pounced on us.
.These guys didn’t even bring weapons. They scratched, scratched, and screamed at us, which was very annoying. Cavemen are generally not tall, the tallest is only 1.5 meters, and the short ones are less than 1 meter. They are like naked monkeys.
Average. But they are agile, can jump up to ten feet high, and have long and sharp claws. Even without weapons, they are still a great threat.
While I was running, I asked Jia Wei what he had said. Yang Cao told me that Jia Wei said he was captured alive.
Because they were humanoids and had psychological shadows, our counterattack was a bit measured at first and our attacks were not shady. However, when we were angered by the cavemen who jumped out one after another, we didn't care about this and became heavy-handed.
But even so, after running forty or fifty meters, I heard a scream from behind. When I looked back, I saw Hu Wenfei, who had some minor injuries on his body, fell to the ground, and four or five cavemen immediately jumped on him.
beat.
"Old Hu!"
Yang Cao had eight two-inch silver needles clamped in his two fists. He turned back and waved his hand, causing blood to fly.
However, in this short period of time, a dozen cavemen have decisively swamped this man with silver needles. In front of me, there are two piles of meat stacked on top of each other. The greasy skin of the cavemen is in front of my eyes.
In a blink of an eye, when I chopped off two cavemen and sprinkled blood on my face, I was hit hard on the head, and it felt like the world was darkened.
Then, burning pain spread throughout his body.
There were scratches, bites, and vigorous beatings.
Five minutes later, my body was bruised and bruised, Yang Cao and Hu Wenfei had their hands tied with a kind of fish tendon rope and dragged all the way to Jia Wei. This woman stood with her hands tied by the small river flowing with silver liquid.
There were dozens of tall (1.4 to 1.5 meter) cavemen surrounding me, looking very "kingly". A guy with a slightly normal build kicked me in the calf cavity, causing severe pain.
, but I couldn't hold back, and four or five cavemen immediately rushed up, beat me violently, and forced me to kneel down.
When they got angry, they looked like devils in my eyes. Their fists were greasy. When they punched me, some Huang Jinjin mucus immediately splattered out. It wasn't too painful, but it was disgusting.
There is a saying that "a man has gold at his knees". I originally wanted to stick to my integrity and show myself to be a strong-willed person, but immediately there was a guy with a stone spoon, scooped up a spoonful of silver round liquid from the river, and took it
He came in front of me and was about to shower me, so I immediately knelt down.
Alas, I have really made a mistake. What integrity should I insist on with these monsters?
Yang Cao and Hu Wenfei were also kneeling on my left.
Jia Wei looked at us, with a strange and strange look on her face. She walked slowly and walked around us. I felt uncomfortable all over, and had the illusion of being seen through. The silence lasted for a long time.
After more than five minutes, four cavemen brought over a carved stone stool. Jia Wei quickly sat on it, with his compass-like legs spread apart, and looked at us with a smile.
A rough and hoarse voice asked: "How did you enter the Qigong Temple?"
A middle-aged woman looked like a woman, but she asked us questions in a very masculine voice. Such a strange situation was confusing and very unaccustomed to us.
Fortunately, she finally used Mandarin with a Sichuan flavor, otherwise our communication would be even worse.
The few of us were forced to the ground, looking at this former companion, not knowing what to say.
She tilted her head, and a light suddenly flashed in her eyes. My head felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer, and the pain was excruciating. "Ah..." I exclaimed, my eyes hurt, and then I felt the pain in my eye sockets.
There was liquid flowing out and the smell reached my nose. It was the smell of blood.
I turned my head and looked to the left, and saw blood and tears flowing from the eyes of Yang Cao and Hu Wenfei, and their faces were as pale as ghosts.
Yang Cao was also stubborn. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Who are you?"
Jia Wei smiled proudly and said that my identity is extremely precious. How can it be understood by unknown people like you? It is better to explain my problem quickly to avoid suffering too much. Yang Cao, a bachelor, also laughed, saying that they were all here to fool around.
It's just death, who can scare whom? No matter how expensive you are, can it be more expensive than forty yuan a pound of beef? - You, you are not the legendary Yelang King, are you?
As soon as Yang Cao said it, I was horrified. If it is really King Yelang, then what we are facing is an old ghost who has lived for more than two thousand years. How can a spiritual body of this level be like little bastards like us?
What can be shaken? If this is true, even if all the masters in the imperial capital come out, they may not be able to surrender to it.
Generally speaking, humans and ghosts follow different paths and are washed by the evil wind. Ghosts of this age will never appear in this world. However, everything has a "one", and there are exceptions. In this magic circle, there may really be something in the world.
Such a powerful ghost exists.
So, now we can only wait for death, or a more cruel ending.
Jia Wei laughed loudly and said that you really knew how to guess. My late master was extremely talented, but it was a pity that he was swallowed up by the black tide and his body and soul disappeared. How can I, a lowly student, be able to compare with him?
Stop talking nonsense, why can you enter the hall? If you don't tell me quickly, I will turn you into silver-armored bronze corpses, and your souls will never be reincarnated!
Yang Cao pursed his lips and stopped talking.
I have some doubts. This ghost king has been possessing Jia Wei for several days. Didn't it take over Jia Wei's memory and not know what happened before? Moreover, why does it keep investigating the situation in the main hall?
Could it be that... is there something worthy of its protection?
I don’t know why, but I suddenly thought of the female zombie in the black sarcophagus. Is there something fishy in it?
Seeing that we didn't answer for a long time, Jia Wei raised his hand, and immediately several cavemen came to catch us and drag us into the ditch. I quickly raised my hand and said that I opened the door. How did I open it?
I don't know, just put some blood on it.
"Oh?" Jia Wei was a little surprised, leaned down to look at me, and pondered.
I have briefly described Jia Wei's image before. Although her mother was rumored to be as charming as a flower when she was young, she obviously did not inherit this excellent gene. She has a sad face, unibrows, and two lips as thick as those of her African brothers. Although
I knew that her identity at the moment was a mysterious ghost king, but I still felt a little uncomfortable being stared at like this.
I don't know if it's my imagination, but I feel that there is a hint of warmth on Ghost King's dull face.
He said calmly: "At a young age, with a golden silkworm Gu on his body, a Guishui ghost hanging on his chest, a solid body, and a sharp light in his eyes, he is indeed a talent... Not bad, not bad!" After finishing speaking,
He suddenly asked me a few words in ancient Miao dialect. Naturally, I didn't understand nonsense and didn't know what he was talking about.
Seeing that I didn't respond, the Ghost King became furious, stood up suddenly, gave instructions to the disgusting cavemen next to him, and then turned around and walked elsewhere.
The cavemen who listened to the instructions came over and pulled us, beating and kicking us, forcing Yang Cao and Hu Wenfei to go to the dark cave over there. But I was held down tightly by an old man with sparse white hair on his brow.
The guy held a carbonized bamboo tube in his hand, dipped it in the mercury rolling in the stone spoon, and then pointed it toward my eyebrow.
I felt the terrifying power of annihilating everything in the mercury. I kept stepping back and asked Yang Cao loudly, what did you say so stupidly?
Yang Cao struggled while answering me: "He said that you are a traitor who can't even speak the words of your ancestors. The golden silkworm Gu is left on you and is wasted. Let these monsters break the golden silkworm Gu!"
When I heard this, I felt like I was struck by thunder.