The fat man glanced at Zhang Haixing and asked Zhang Zhuxun, "What's going on? Could it be that the mask belongs to her brother?"
"Maybe, I took it from the face of a leader of the Wang family." Zhang Zhuxun didn't say much.
"Give me a rope." Zhang Haixing looked at him deeply, gritted his teeth, and started to walk into the black mud.
"You are not needed. When Zhang Haike and the others come over, I will keep you for another purpose." Zhang Zhuxun waved his hand to stop her and asked, "By the way, where did you do Feng? There is no use keeping that guy anymore."
, it’s just right to be riding a corpse.”
"Ride Shorty Feng?" The fat man was shocked, "Is this possible? Doesn't it mean that all the riders are female corpses?"
"It's just a means of transportation. It's the same as anything you ride." Zhang Zhu said.
Zhang Haixing was noncommittal. She couldn't help but wish for her to be able to do without her.
"Okay." The fat man believed it and let out a laugh.
I guess that old man, King of Hell, doesn't distinguish between men and women, so he's not particular about it.
After looking around, the fat man jumped up to a pile of stones nearby, uncovered the stone slab covering it, looked at it and said, "Here it is, this old boy is still fainting."
Zhang Haixing used a trick to trick Fatty and Wu Xie into pretending to be Zhang Zhuxun. Not far away, he saw a man curled up on the muddy ground, half of his body covered by rocks so he couldn't see carefully.
The fat man was careful at that time, so he climbed over carefully with a rope tied around his waist. He was really surprised when he recognized that the clay figure was Feng. He tried breathing and found that the man was still alive, so he dragged the man to the stone.
Hidden in the seams.
"Come here quickly and lend a hand to get Shorty Feng out." The fat man greeted.
Zhang Zhuxun also climbed up the pile of rocks, and each of him and Fatty grabbed one arm and fished Feng out of the pit.
Seeing the ropes tightly tied around Feng's body and the iron wires pierced through the palms of his hands and soles of his feet, Zhang Zhuoxun raised his eyebrows. This was because he was trying to tie the person up to be incapacitated.
The fat man curled his lips and denied, "I didn't do this. The only one who could come up with such evil ways to torture people is that old witch." After speaking, he glanced at someone with a meaning.
Zhang Haixing didn't even blink, looking very ruthless.
The fat man made a sound, kicked Feng lightly with his foot, and said: "Huh? This grandson is still not awake even now, he can't be pretending."
"It doesn't matter, as long as we can lure out the corpse of the King of Hell."
Zhang Zhuxun took off the iron wire threaded on Feng's palms, tied his feet separately again, and tied a rope around his waist so that he could be dragged a certain distance if there was an emergency.
Zhang Zhuxun did not want to deal with him immediately. Taking care of this German would also be beneficial to them in dealing with Anjing Company in the future.
He carried the person and put him directly in front of the trap set by the fat man, and oriented it so that Feng's head was facing the Corpse Holy Incense on the can.
Finally, several simple incendiary bombs were arranged around the trap, leaving a few for Fatty and his friends. They discovered that the black sludge could burn like solidified grease.
When everything was ready, Zhang Zhuxun lit the corpse incense.
Soon, a strange fishy sweet smell floated out, mixed with the fragrance of pine oil, and the smell was very strange.
Several people covered their mouths and noses and lurked quietly behind a large rock not far away.
Wu Xie still had some doubts. He lowered his voice and said, "Why don't we just put the trap in front of the bronze door?"
Zhang Zhuoxun stared at the dark place inside the bronze door, and answered him in a low voice, "Because within the range of the meteor jade, we cannot capture its traces, nor can we cause effective damage to it. Although the blood can
I can confirm its moving figure, but there is no way to restrict its movements."
Only when it is out of the range of the meteor jade will the King of Hell's Cavalry Corpse reveal its true appearance.
Everyone nodded thoughtfully, and Zhang Haixing glanced at Zhang Zhuxun's face, a look that was mixed with surprise and resentment.
They poked and prodded for almost twenty minutes, but there was no movement on the other side of the bronze door.
The fat man moved impatiently and thought: "How about sending someone over to fan the door and blow the scent of incense into the door. There seems to be not enough air down here. Fatty, I can hardly breathe.
Come up."
Zhang Haixing said angrily: "Just bear with it a little. Although the fragrance is poisonous, it can't kill us as a family."
She deliberately did not remind her. Although she was controlled by others, it did not mean that she had no temper.
Zhang Zhuxun glanced at her in surprise, which he didn't expect.
The fat man got angry and said, "You old witch did it on purpose... huh?"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He raised his hand and touched the messy head of his head, "What is it."
Tick tick, a drop of water gently dripped on the back of the hand.
"Huh? It's raining?"
The fat man took his hand and looked at it, and was stunned. He thought to himself that there were no holes or holes in this place, and it didn't catch the sky. Where could the rain come from?
Several people watched helplessly as a few more drops of water fell and landed on the fat man's head.
With each breath, more and more water droplets fell one after another, and now everyone felt it.
They immediately looked up and saw countless drops of liquid starting to drip from the darkness above their heads, drawing vertical lines. The sound became more and more rapid. In a blink of an eye, the light rain turned into heavy rain. It was raining in a mess. There was a patch here and an empty patch.
, there is another piece there.
Zhang Zhuxun took the rainwater in his hand, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it. A salty smell came to his nostrils, like water that had been used to clean sea fish several times. It was salty, very clear, and not corrosive.
"Bah! It's really raining, but it's still salty rain." Wu Xie took off his masked collar and spat out the rainwater he accidentally drank in his mouth.
He thought to himself, darling, you are awesome, it can actually rain underground. I don’t know what meteorological conditions cause this kind of rain.
More liquid dripped down from all around. Zhang Zhuxun wrapped a bright flashlight around his fingers. In the vague light coming from between his fingers, he could see the water lines falling from the darkness from high up.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The rain is not concentrated, it comes in patches here and there. In some places it is drizzle, and in other places it flows down like sporadic small waterfalls into water columns, rushing on the rocks.
, the splashing water vapor was cool and moist, and Zhang Zhuxun and the others seemed to have returned to the ship sailing on the sea when they went to Xisha.
"Does it also rain in the Himalayas?" Fatty asked in surprise. "Is it because there are volcanic hot springs above our heads? It suddenly rained above us, and then the water seeped in through the cracks in the rocks."
Zhang Haixing also frowned and guessed, "Theoretically, it can rain anywhere, but shouldn't it be more likely to snow in places like this? Or is this just melted snow?"
"What do you think?" she asked Zhang Shuxun.
"Something's wrong." Zhang Zhuxun's face was solemn. He subconsciously glanced at Wu Xie and suddenly realized that he had indirectly seen such a scene at some point.
"This is no ordinary rain." He said, "Innocent, do you still remember the video tape we watched in Snake Swamp?"
Wu Xie was startled, as if his whole body was suddenly shocked by electricity, and his whole body trembled, and the frightening memories rushed to his mind.
He couldn't help but lost his voice: "Could it be that Chen Wenjin and the others have also been here before?"
"No, it's impossible." Wu Xie shook his head and rejected the guess, "According to the order of that series of events, the darkness in the video tape should be in the snake swamp."
And he remembered that in that darkness, there would be lightning, accompanied by a vague loud noise, which should be a more open climate environment.
Zhang Zhuxun was strangely silent for a moment, and considering that there were many people with mixed eyesight, he did not mention another possibility.
"What? What are you talking about?" The fat man looked surprised.
When Zhang Zhuxun and the two were watching the video on Wu Sanye's computer, the fat man was still asleep after being poisoned by the snake venom, so he couldn't keep up with their brain circuits for a while.
The fat man hesitated for less than two seconds when his attention was immediately distracted by other things, "Have you heard any strange sounds?"
Zhang Zhu came to his senses and listened with bated breath. He immediately noticed that something was approaching from the water.
There were obvious changes in the sound of dripping rain, one after another, which was the movement of water washing over the body and then leaving again.
It's like the change in the frequency of the water sound when someone is standing under a waterfall and playing, sometimes splashing water, sometimes jumping away.
Something is walking in the rain.
Zhang Zhuxun let go of his flashlight and shined it in the direction where he caught the noise.
Everyone followed and looked over, and when they saw the huge transparent silhouette of a huge mountain so close at hand, they were instantly stunned.
In the rain curtain, under the pale light, there seemed to be an invisible hanging umbrella about three or four meters directly in front of the man-made swamp. All the water dripping from it was blocked in mid-air by the "umbrella"
, the water flowed down along the edge of the thing, forming a huge human shape.
The state of that thing is very strange. Where the water flows, the human figure itself looks like a completely transparent air bag, and nothing can be seen inside.
The areas where water does not flow through show the luster of metal armor of various colors, which is colorful and dreamy, like a strange 3D special effects painting.
The fat man suddenly realized something and said, "Water, there is something in this rainwater that changes color according to the object!"
Wu Xie subconsciously picked up the palm of his hand, and the rainwater quickly gathered into a small puddle. Under the residual light of the flashlight, the small puddle of water contained several complex colors, flickering and changing continuously. After flickering for a while, it directly turned into
Transparent gray.
A dent seemed to appear in Wu Xie's hand, and he held a handful of darkness in his hand.
Everyone immediately realized that there was a very strange microorganism in the water that could turn into the most obvious environmental color around it, perfectly hiding itself and attached objects.
The huge human figure suddenly moved, and the entire space in front of him seemed to be distorted. The huge armor shook with the movement, but there was no sound.
The whole scene was like a mime accompanied by the sound of rain, and Wu Xie suddenly felt a touch of literature and art.
Everyone's eyes widened to the extreme, as if they would break free from the shackles of their eye sockets in the next second, and their eyelashes would explode together.
"Can our trick really work..." Wu Xie muttered, this thing is really too big.
The outline they could see now was four meters long, not including its shoulders and head.
Its head and shoulders were still hidden in the rain, and turned into the same texture and color as the stone on top. It was impossible to see how high the upper part was from the bottom up.
Everyone felt very pitiful for Feng for a moment.
That thing was huge, like a fossilized ancient mammoth.
If this is the King of Hell, the living corpse it rides must be a hippopotamus. Feng Na's body, which ordinary people think is slightly thick, is not even a fraction of a hippopotamus.
Comparing it with that monster, all of them looked like a few kittens together. That thing had three legs on one leg, and it was so thick when hugged together.
Zhang Haixing's face changed slightly, and she even glanced at Zhang Chuxun with a little gratitude. Just because she wasn't afraid of death didn't mean she was willing to die. Even if she had the courage of Erlang Shen to split the peach mountain, she didn't want to join in and be tortured in vain.
The closer he got, the more obvious the contrast became. Everyone looked at Feng like a little ant. No matter whether he was really dizzy or fake before, he was probably really dizzy now.
Feng knelt on the harder part of the swamp, his whole body shaking like a blender. He kept struggling to move back, but half his calf sank in and stopped moving.
They couldn't see Feng's face from where they were hiding, but it was probably not much better. It was either green or gray. However, when he realized that he had no way to retreat, Feng did not scream in fear.
Zhang Zhuxun still wanted to save Feng's life. He gestured to Wu Xie and others to hide, and planned to go over and pull Feng back by pulling the rope.
As a result, just after passing a few steps and before pulling up the rope, the space flashed again, and the sky seemed to collapse from mid-air. Countless armor scales flickered faintly, including gold, dark gold, green gold, silver, gray, and blue.
, various ominous colors can be seen in the old ones, as if they have been quenched with poison.
At that moment, a huge bronze mask suddenly poked out, approaching from a high place at an extremely fast speed to the same height as Feng, almost face to face with Feng.
It was the head of the corpse of the King of Hell, wearing a mask welded together with a bronze helmet, as big as a millstone.
Perhaps before Zhang Zhuxun and the others opened the door, the space inside the door was completely blocked by silt and there was no oxygen. The mask was still purely metallic, with some black rust spots mottled under the original golden luster of the bronze.
Such a close contact and the overwhelming wind forced Zhang Zhuxun to take a step back involuntarily, but Feng actually acted very calm.
Immediately afterwards, all the limbs of the King of Hell hidden in the rain curtain began to wave, one after another stretched out from the water, the scales tangled, the gilded light overflowed, and the huge arms like crawling spider legs slowly formed into
It shows the appearance of some Buddhas in religion.
Zhang Zhu has seen such a shape more than once, in the murals on the locked floor of the Lama Temple, and on the Kangbalo altar buried by an avalanche.