Half of the hidden sword in the blue robe had been drawn out. He originally wanted to see Hu Ming for another spar with each other after not seeing him for a long time, but he silently sheathed the hidden sword.
I always feel that with a woman like Liang Wan here, it seems that there is no way to create that kind of atmosphere of discussion.
"Give up. Just because you are improving doesn't mean that I am regressing. You are a player of the same level as my brother and the blind man. Compared with me... you are still a few points behind."
Hu Ming seemed to understand Lanpao's thoughts and chuckled: "If you want to take revenge on me, if you want to wash away the shame I gave your clan back then... don't even think about it in this life!"
"I can't decide the clan and the philosophy of the "King of Hell". I also despise the female body of a mount that is raised as tribute to the "King of Hell" every ten years."
"But I am only a protector of the law and a military guarantee for the clan. I cannot interfere with the customs that have lasted for thousands of years."
"Besides, unlike the creatures in your sect, the "King of Hell" in our sect has huge flaws. He does not ride female corpses for fun or to show his transcendent status, but..."
Lanpao fell silent, sighed, and slowly explained the meaning of the Kangbalo people's existence.
"It's just that they are just failures and have ruined themselves. They also have ancient bronze, but they haven't been able to research anything. They can only rely on the power of ancient bronze to absorb the vitality of specially treated young girls to maintain their ruin.
It’s just an unbearable life!”
"It's a pity, even if it's for the sake of those innocent young ladies who were tortured by your tribe and paid tribute, I should simply kill all the creatures in your gate!"
"But it doesn't matter anymore. The time has come. Whether it's our side or yours, the time has come for the people inside. Five thousand years of lingering are ultimately just delusions."
Hu Ming said with rare ridicule.
Bronze doors exist everywhere in the world. They are very similar. They have basically existed for about five thousand years. Inside the doors are some ancient creatures who are unwilling to die and are just lingering.
But...the supernatural power of ancient bronze is not endless. Five thousand years have passed, and the supernatural power of ancient bronze is about to be exhausted. These...these people whose existence depends on ancient bronze will also die.
"This is the fate of the Kangbalo people! We have known it for a long time and we have accepted it!"
The blue robe remained unmoved and said in a deep voice.
"So...Hu Ming, and you, Lanpao, do you all know what is behind the bronze door?"
Zhang Rishan grabbed the curious Liang Wan and asked with bright eyes!
The Zhang family is the group that knows the Bronze Gate best. Unfortunately, this secret is only known to every Zhang Qiling and is passed down from generation to generation. The rest of the people don't know it at all.
"What does it matter if you know or don't know? The world inside the door, the creatures inside the door, will all come to an end within half a year, whether it is in the Changbai Mountains, the Himalayas, or the rest of the world.
"
"Perfect immortality is simply a wonderful dream, nothing more than illusion..."
Lanpao glanced at Zhang Yueshan, who was obviously curious about knowledge, and said calmly.
But, why does this woman Liang Wan seem to have something wrong and frightened in her expression?
"Doesn't exist? A dream?"
Hu Ming smiled and said nothing. He, brother, is obviously an immortal, right?
Let’s not talk about Hu Ming’s green chicken for now.
It can be said that the little brother is a collection of those ancient beings' research on immortality. It was created by various accidents and is real.
"I say, three gentlemen, now is not the time for you to have a friendly exchange, is it?"
"Even if you insist on bringing me to this hellish place, let's not talk about the relationship between my problems and this blue robe. The current problem..."
"We are going to die!!!"
Liang Wan broke away from Zhang Rishan, finally found a chance to interrupt, and shouted in a tearful voice.
"Are you going to die? Don't make trouble, the three of us are here, we can't go anywhere in the world...!"
Zhang Yueshan looked at his woman in a funny way. He was just about to say some comforting words with rare confidence when he suddenly noticed something strange around him. His pupils shrank hard and he couldn't help but curse.
"Fuck!!!"*2
This is Hu Ming and Lan Pao.
The scene in front of them really frightened the three well-informed people!
Hu Ming had seen a similar scene once, but the scene now... was even more shocking than the last time!
After all... the last time I met the Hundred Ghosts in Western Xinjiang, I just acted instinctively, and this time...
In the black mist that covered the entire ground, countless shadows slowly rose from it.
There are countless humanoid existences!
But obviously, these...are definitely not human beings!
Translucent black shadow bodies, desolate ancient animal skins, messy beards and hair, both men and women had their upper bodies exposed, and all the eyes of the beings were looking in the direction of the four of them.
The body, limbs and head are clearly different from modern humans, and they are humans from ancient times.
The resentment and anger in his eyes were almost burning.
As he spoke, these shadows had already risen from the black mist on the ground, half floating in the air.
Around him, the originally calm black mist became boiling.
At the same time...all the figures opened their mouths and roared silently.
No... it's not silent. Hu Ming's keen hearing has already detected some strange... wind sounds that are gradually rising?
The so-called rumors in Gutongjing are actually the roars of ten thousand ghosts!?
Hu Ming's pupils shrank, and he seemed to understand something.
"I said, this is a ghost! People like Lan Ting... what kind of ghosts are they? You can tell at a glance that he is half-baked, right?"
Liang Wan was indeed a rough man. Despite being frightened, he wiped the tears from his eyes and complained to Hu Ming about Lan Ting's way of existence.
"...Shut up, please."
Hu Ming's face darkened. Can this guy compare?
Except for some strange special powers, Lan Ting is almost imperceptible to ordinary people. Even all the instruments in the world cannot detect her problem.
But what about these things in front of you?
Thousands of years old ghost!! Points!
Just by looking at the eyes of these beings, you can tell that these ghosts are clearly...
Eh?
"Their anger is not directed at us, but at the altar under our feet and this strange faceless god?"
"Did they die because of the faceless gods? After their deaths, they were full of resentment. In this special Feng Shui environment, they were conceived and turned into ghosts?"
Hu Ming suddenly realized.
"Although I don't know exactly what is going on here, it seems like this...and, Hu Ming, we may be innocent."
"But I don't think these ghosts will let us go. The ghosts in the pool are so rare. They really won the first prize!"
Zhang Yueshan subconsciously protected Liang Wan behind him, his expression a bit ugly.