Brother Qiu was forced by the knife, but he still yelled out this sentence as if he was shouting. He didn't care about the sharp knife edge that was only a few centimeters away from his throat. His mustache stopped when Brother Qiu shouted, and then stopped and turned around.
Looking at him, Mustache was not afraid, but felt that the contents of this long aluminum alloy box seemed extremely important, otherwise Brother Qiu would not have such a violent reaction.
"It's still too late to retreat now." Brother Qiu swallowed and lost his sunglasses, which made him unable to open his eyes in such a snowy place. He took a big breath and said to Mustache: "You leave now, I
Just act like nothing happened.”
"What's in this long box?" Mustache asked.
"These things are not what you should know! You have already caused trouble! Don't let the mistakes continue!" Brother Qiu seemed a little annoyed again, but he suppressed his emotions, softened his tone, and said to Mustache in a persuasive way: "Leave
It should be farther away, while there is still room for mistakes to be corrected."
"I just want to know what's inside, and..." Mustache ignored Brother Qiu's persuasion: "I want to know who you are and what you are doing here."
"You'll regret it!"
Mustache's mood has always been very stable, but Brother Qiu yelled like this again and again with a threatening tone, which made Mustache angry. He stabbed out the alloy tube again with a whoosh sound, and the force and position were extremely precise. One end of the alloy tube
The sharp tip of the knife has touched Brother Qiu's Adam's apple.
"What regrets do I have!" Mustache said to Brother Qiu in a low voice: "I can kill you all! Who knows that I touched this box!"
The strength of the mustache made Brother Qiu shut his mouth. He knew that he had met someone who was unwilling to accept softness and hardness. It was impossible to induce or threaten him. Brother Qiu sighed deeply again and looked at the mustache with a complicated look.
At the same time, Mustache also noticed that Brother Qiu was a very deep person, and he was definitely not as fat-headed and big-eared as he appeared on the surface. If he didn't want to say anything, it would be useless even if he put a gun to his forehead.
Mustache stopped talking nonsense with Brother Qiu, and went straight to the long metal box lying flat in the snowdrift. He used the back of a knife to pry open a buckle. The sealed box suddenly became unbalanced, and the lid opened slightly, and then there was a gap.
Through this gap, a very strange smell wafted out. Mustache had dealt with all kinds of dead people too much, and he could smell it. It was the smell of preservatives.
"What did they bring to the Snowy Mountains?" Mustache suddenly felt that his previous casual conjecture seemed to be confirmed. There was a metal box like a coffin, and there was a strong smell of preservatives.
He then opened the other three buckles and took off the box lid completely. Inside the metal box, there was a thin layer of polyethylene. When he opened the polyethylene plate on it, he found a very special plastic film. The film was very thin.
It was thick, but you could vaguely see what was wrapped inside. Mustache opened several layers of plastic film in one go, and his eyes suddenly froze.
A corpse that no longer looked like it was lying quietly inside the metal box. The corpse had been dead for so long that its appearance could not be recognized at all. The corpse had been severely damaged, but after repairs, it was barely restored to its current appearance.
This corpse made Xiaozhu feel familiar, and at the same time it was accompanied by strong doubts. When he saw this corpse, he immediately thought of the huge tree growing underground, and thought of the collapsed tree at the root.
Stone chamber, and corpses pierced by taproots.
The corpse of an ancient religious god!
Mustache suddenly turned his head and stared at Brother Qiu. At this point, he couldn't help but focus on Brother Qiu's purpose. Who is he? How could he have the body of a god and go to great lengths to transport the body to the Snowy Mountains?
Deep inside, what is he going to do?
When Mustache looked at Brother Qiu, Brother Qiu's body softened and he sat slumped in the snowdrift. He had a vague feeling that the situation was over, as if the secret deep in his heart that was least likely to be exposed had been spied on by others.
Mustache looked at it for a while, and it must be the corpse of the god that was rotten and disgraceful. When the god of the ancient religion died, the blood in his body was drained before it stopped flowing, as it had a special function.
His divine blood was preserved, and his body was buried, but centuries later it was dug up by his followers and used to plant trees and cultivate a powerful army that could conquer the plateau.
Several centuries later, his body was transported back to the Snowy Mountains. Something seemed to be arranging it, creating an invisible reincarnation, from the starting point to the end point, and from the end point back to the starting point.
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Mustache stood next to the long metal box, looking at the remains of the god, and his heart was filled with waves. How much change did this corpse bring to the Tibetan area? No one can say clearly. Many things in later generations have been influenced by this ancient religion.
The influence of the gods was subtle. If it were not for the religion he pioneered and the sacred artifacts he left behind, then this major event of the end of the world prophecy might not have happened at all.
After a long time, Mustache picked up the lid of the box and closed it again. After that, he turned around and walked to Brother Qiu, who was tied up tightly. It was necessary to talk to this big fat man again.
"You saw something you shouldn't have seen." Brother Qiu stared at Mustache, unable to tell whether it was resentment or regret: "If the matter had ended just now, you would not have been implicated, but if you opened the box, the consequences would be
It’s hard to predict. You may not know that some things are not just what I say.”
"Is this weird? Did you see something you shouldn't have seen?" Mustache showed a disdainful smile, but he had already thought about it countless times. There is no need to think too much about Brother Qiu or the forces behind him and the prophecy of the end of the world.
It must be related, but this group of people is the deepest hidden. When the pilgrims and the Saber Corps had to surface to fight to the death, Brother Qiu and his group quietly reached the Snowy Mountains.
Mustache felt that if he wanted to talk to such a person, he would not be able to get the other person to speak without throwing out some hard facts.
The reason is very simple. If Brother Qiu thinks that Mustache knows nothing about this matter, then he will be even more reluctant to speak, because even if he does speak, Mustache will not understand.
"It's indeed something you shouldn't see. You seem like a smart person, but you did something very stupid." Brother Qiu returned to normal. Things have reached this point. Even shouting his throat can't save anything. He
He just sat in the snowdrift, shook his head and said to Mustache: "Don't think that everything will be fine if you kill us all."
"I have seen this corpse a long time ago, and there is also a big tree." Mustache said, while observing Brother Qiu's expression and eyes: "Not only have I seen this corpse, but I also know his identity.
Tell me, I just looked at this corpse again, what's wrong with it?"
"You...are joking." Brother Qiu's expression suddenly froze. Although he wanted to hide it, he couldn't hide the shock. He trembled the fat on his face and forced a smile.
Laughing: "Don't bluff me, I'm not letting you bluff me."
"There is a very ancient religion." Mustache came close to Brother Qiu's face and said word by word: "This is the corpse of the founding god of the ancient religion."
Brother Qiu's eyes suddenly opened wide. He looked at the mustache as if he were looking at an unacceptable monster. Although he was buried in the snowdrift, Brother Qiu couldn't help but the cold sweat on his face.
Fall down your hair.
Brother Qiu stopped talking. He looked down at the snow under his feet, and then looked up at Mustache. After a long time, he calmed down and said to Mustache: "Let's talk alone?"
"Okay." Mustache did not shy away from Gongjue, but in order to reassure Brother Qiu, he still asked Gongjue to go to Jinpu Awang temporarily.
"You are cruel enough, but to be honest, if you hadn't encountered this unlucky little avalanche, you wouldn't be able to get any advantage at all." Brother Qiu waited for Gong Jue to leave, then he glanced over there and said with his
He said to Mustache in a complaining tone.
The other six people buried in the snowdrift were found. Brother Qiu was right. The people he brought were not many, but they were all very capable. If they had not encountered an avalanche, no matter how powerful Mustache was, he would not have been able to defeat them.
He took the box away from his hand. Mustache did not deny what Brother Qiu said. He did not talk about others, but just said that Brother Qiu, who was fat, would have been difficult to clean up if he had not been buried in the snow.
"Say what you should say. I will not be threatened by you. No matter who you are or who you work for, it has nothing to do with me. I just want to know what I need to know."
"Remember, we are talking, not questioning, so you and I should be in the same position, equal, and no one owes the other." Brother Qiu is a thief, and he was tied up with a big pork belly rice dumpling.
Same thing, but also put gold in his face: "I know some things, you know some things, let's not ask too many questions, and talk based on the facts. Otherwise, once we ask about the other party's weaknesses, we will not be able to continue the conversation."
"Can."
"How much do you know about this matter?" Brother Qiu's little eyes kept flashing, and he was observing people's words as he spoke. This man is indeed a thief and shrewd, and he is testing his mustache without saying anything true.
"I know as much as you do. If you want to exchange some useful information, come up with the hard stuff first."
"I have to tell you, to put it bluntly, if you ask me I can't answer, then even if you really can't answer, I won't tell you if you kill me. So, I won't lie, but I can't guarantee that I will ask questions."
Yes."
"I want to know why you brought this body here."
Brother Qiu didn't answer immediately. He was obviously thinking about whether he could say this to Mustache. However, when Mustache said that he had seen the corpse and knew its identity, Brother Qiu was not as resistant as before.
"I can talk about this matter briefly, but I can't guarantee that you can understand what I say."