Chapter Three Hundred and Sixty-Eight to Pay, Not to Pay?
How many corpses are there that are so densely packed on the ground? The number must be countless. Could such a large number of corpses be raised in captivity in a short period of time?
How many dead bodies do you have to recuperate? In modern society, raising dozens of them is already considered the limit, because although there are many dead people, more than 90% of them will definitely be cremated, unless they are in remote rural areas or valleys.
Because there is still a possibility of burial because of lack of government supervision, but burials are basically no longer seen in the city. Even high-ranking leaders must go through the fire before entering Babao Mountain.
The corpses in the Yang family's ancestral tombs all came from the war years decades ago. It was the only time in modern times where a large number of dead people could be found, and the only purpose of the Yang family's keeping these corpses in captivity was to protect the Yang family's ancestral tombs.
Used to prevent outsiders from damaging the feng shui.
It doesn't matter how many corpses are dead, but what if half or more than half are dead?
Isn’t it heartbreaking or physically painful?
It might take some effort for someone else to deal with the zombies, but if it were Xiang Que who could condense the true fire of samadhi, the zombies could burn a large area at once. This kind of fire is a natural enemy for them.
In the palm of his hand, a cluster of hot flames suddenly rose, jumping and burning in Xiang Que's palm. Wang Kunlun and Wang Xuanzhen couldn't stand the burning of the Samadhi True Fire and quickly retreated. They were both interested in this legendary true fire that can burn all things.
It's relatively sharp, and once it's stained with bone and debris, it'll be burned to the ground.
"Swish, swish, swish" Xiang Que flicked his fingers three times, and three clusters of flames suddenly scattered towards the corpse. As soon as the flames fell into the corpse, it was like falling into a pan of oil, and a fire began to spread.
Spreading in all directions.
"Chi, chi, chi..." The corpse screamed as it was burned and turned into ashes in an instant. In the blink of an eye, a clearing was burned out where the Samadhi True Fire fell.
Outside the ancestral grave, there was an old man with twitching corners of his mouth and a few drops of cold sweat falling from his forehead. There was a kind of pain that you can't describe how it hurts. This kind of pain is called heartache.
Xiang Que was right when he said that this knife really hit the old man's heart. It took the Yang family nearly a hundred years to accumulate these corpses. Especially in recent years, there has been little production. It doesn't matter if a few of them die.
, a few dozen dead is a luxury, over a hundred is a bit fatal, what if it’s half?
Xiang Que only pointed out three clusters of true fires and then stopped trying, but nearly a third of the corpses were dead.
Wang Xuanzhen said unhappily: "Are you planning to take a break and come back again, or are you misfiring?"
"They've all been burned to pieces, so the three of us can't even think about getting out." Stopping at the right moment is a warning to the other party, and it also tells the other party that I have the ability to burn all your corpses to pieces.
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But if Xiang Que really wants to burn all the corpses to death, he may have triggered the opponent's bottom line, and he may be very angry and deal with them ruthlessly.
As soon as the real fire dissipated, one-third of the dead corpses quickly faded away, and in an instant there was not a single one left. Yin things like corpses are most afraid of fire, while Samadhi True Fire is the most yang and hot thing in the world.
Flame is their natural enemy. Even if they don't burn their bodies but just feel it, the zombies will run away in a hurry.
The Feng Shui array in the ancestral grave suddenly disappeared, and the scene returned to its original state.
"Lao Xiang, you really didn't need to send me here. It wouldn't be such a troublesome thing if you went there yourself." Wang Xuanzhen felt that he was quite embarrassed. It was such a slap in the face that someone came and didn't understand what happened.
"I took you, the top military captain, for granted," Xiang Que said, giving him a sideways glance.
"Do you know that such nagging will make you have no friends?"
An old man walked slowly over with his hands behind his back and his waist bent.
The three of them looked at each other, especially Xiang Que, who suddenly looked stern. He couldn't see the depth of the other party and felt a deep fear in his bones.
Although this old man looked senile, he looked as if he had stepped into the coffin with one foot, but where he stood made even a fierce war criminal like Wang Kunlun a little frightened.
This is human nature.
The sixth sense tells us that the fears of living things are innate.
A petty thief will feel guilty when he sees the police, a student who has made a mistake will have his legs trembling when he sees his teacher, and a man who is afraid of his wife will take the initiative to find the washboard when his wife gets angry.
Feng shui onmyoji masters will also feel fear when meeting masters who are more than one level above themselves.
With concentration, Xiang Que is not afraid, he has all the means.
This old man is definitely a man with yin, because Xiang Que can't resist at all.
A pair of cloudy eyes swept around the three of them, and finally landed on Xiang Que.
"You burned these little things I raised. Did you check how many there were when you died?" The old man stretched out a finger and pointed at him: "Samadhi True Fire, yes, not bad. Being able to refine Samadhi True Fire at this age is considered a blessing.
It's very rare. No wonder you dare to rush to the mountain so recklessly. You must have someone to rely on."
"Old sir, I'm not very good at arithmetic, and my memory isn't very good either." Xiang Que smiled.
"Then let me do the math for you. There are 123,864 corpses in total, and 21,532 are dead. A large part of the remaining ones are frightened.
I won’t let you go if you are depressed.”
Wang Xuanzhen was speechless and asked: "Uncle, how did you come up with these numbers? You're not that fast in mental arithmetic."
"I'm talking nonsense." The old man glanced at him and said, "How many people die is not the important point. The important thing is that a lot of people died. Young man, you should know how hard it is to get corpses, right?"
"Ah, it's quite rare," Xiang Que said honestly.
"How about I put one on you?" the old man raised his head and asked.
The three of them looked at each other. When he said that there were more than 20,000 dead animals, he meant that he had hit them more than 20,000 times. Let alone humans, even a target that had been stabbed hundreds or thousands of times with a knife would have been like a hornet's nest.
Yes.
"Uncle, why don't I find two old ladies and you can do it on them? A woman at thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger, and at fifty she can absorb dirt while sitting on the ground. You can do it as many times as you want, but our small bodies really can't stand it.
Ah," Wang Xuanzhen said with his little triangular eyes blinking.
"Noise"
Xiang Que looked at him and said, "Old sir, just say you can kill us."
"Your lives? Are they worth anything? Can they be exchanged for those corpses? This is what I want to say." The old man said calmly.
"No, that's not the tone." Xiang Que shook his head and said calmly: "You have a request, right? The corpse is just an excuse. Even if I really compensate you for these corpses, what will you do?"
The old man suddenly smiled sinisterly and said: "You know what I want, hand it over and I will let you go."
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