"Damn! It seems that this god of drought is really awesome. He actually found a living god to bury him with him. It seems that his son Xuanyuan Huangdi is quite filial! He is really a high level. Come with me.
Entering cemeteries is my specialty."
Fat Wei continued to walk forward in the darkness and said
"But to be honest, which god was so unlucky that he buried someone with him and made the cemetery so shabby that no one took him seriously? This is simply an insult to someone else's godhood!"
Chen Zhi smiled slightly when he heard Fat Wei's voice on the wireless.
"The tombs of gods are very secretive. No god will take the initiative to bury other gods. I estimate that the god who was buried should be a captured prisoner of war or a defeated general. In short, it should have been dead when it was dragged here to be buried.
Yes, he was definitely not martyred alive. As for who this god is, you will know after a while."
"How do you know that someone was already dead when they were buried?",
Fat Wei turned around and asked, only to see Chen Zhi stretching out a hand and pointing forward. He immediately looked forward along the searchlight light.
In the darkness of the corridor ahead, a small stone door appeared. The style of this door was very simple. It didn't even have a door knocker. The door panel was made of thin stone. As the ground sank, a large gap appeared.
, there are a few words written in sacred characters on the top of the stone gate.
"The Residence of the God of Martyrdom"
At this time, I heard Chen Zhi say on the wireless,
"Di" means an ancient ancestral house. The living people call it a residence and the dead call it a shrine. If the word "di" is used in a cemetery, it is probably because the corpse in the tomb died in a foreign land and had no choice but to be buried here, so this person
The buried god must have come here from other places, and it should have been a corpse when it was dragged here, and its original hometown should be very far away."
"Then this godly man is indeed miserable enough. Okay, let's not care whether he was dead or alive when he was buried. It's more serious to go in and look through his tomb to see if there are any ghost trees.
As he spoke, Fat Wei walked forward cautiously, and gently pushed the small stone door in front. There was a bang~~~~~, and the two thin stone door panels couldn't withstand the impact, and they fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.
Immediately there was dust all over the floor.
"Oh my God! This broken door board is too weak. This is not a fairy's cemetery. Even Lao Wang's cemetery next door is better than his."
Fat Wei complained, waved his arm to blow away the smoke, then wiped the white dust on the oxygen mask, looked ahead, immediately screamed, reached out and quickly took out his pistol.
"Damn it! What kind of monster is this? It scared me to death."
Chen Zhi heard Fat Wei's cry and immediately looked forward, only to see an unimaginable scene appear before them.
It was an indescribable corpse. It was very large, about three or four meters tall. It was green and skinless, but its muscles and blood vessels were still alive. The corpse had eight arms, like a multi-armed Guanyin.
, each arm is extended forward, and some are reversed, which looks weird. It has a half-human, half-animal face, and two horns on its head. Its two eyes are two
It was a black hole, with its mouth wide open, and its face twisted in extreme pain, which looked shocking.
The body of this large monster was nailed to the wall in front of it. It had about 20 iron ingots nailed to it, each of which was more than two meters long.
"Is this the god who was buried? No wonder a requiem spell was placed outside. The appearance of death is so miserable, just like a skinned frog."
At this time, Chen Zhi also waved away the smoke in front of him and took a careful look ahead.
He soon discovered that the head of the corpse was sewn back to the body, as were the arms, and the sewing was very sloppy. Many of the arms were sewn backwards. In other words, when this god died,
The head and arms were chopped off, and the blood vessels and bones on its body were not covered by skin at all. It must have been subjected to extreme torture before death, and then skinned...
When Chen Zhi thought of this, he already had the answer to the identity of this god, and he said over the wireless.
"Pang Wei, do you remember the thunder god we saw on the mural just now who was skinned alive and made into a thunder drum?" (During the battle between Emperor Xuanyuan and Chi You, Emperor Xuanyuan thought of many ways to resolve the spell of wind and rain.
, he captured Lei Ze’s God of Thunder. The God of Thunder was a monster with a human head and the body of a dragon. He was skinned alive and hung up bloody. He used its divine skin to make a giant drum in an attempt to destroy Chi You.
The miserable life, but failed.)
"Of course I remember," Fat Wei replied,
The death of the God of Thunder in the mural was too tragic. Could it be that the big frog hanging on the wall is the God of Thunder?"
"It seems so," Chen Zhi nodded under the oxygen mask.
"The human body of a dragon is skinned, and the flesh and blood on the body is still fresh after death. These are very similar to the God of Lei Ze. It seems that the corpse hanging on the wall in front of us is a god from ancient times.
——Thor."
"Damn it! The treatment between gods is so disparate. Emperor Xuanyuan used someone's skin to make a drum and beat it. After winning the battle, he buried his body properly. That's it.
Hanging here to be buried, covered in green flowers like a big frog with an open mouth, this old boy like Xuanyuan Huangdi is too unkind."
As Fat Wei said, he cautiously reached forward with his gun. They soon discovered that too much caution here was unnecessary. Everything here was extremely crude, and there was nothing at all.
There was nothing in the entire tomb except an open rough stone coffin. In other words, no one cared about this place at all.
The three people searched everywhere in the tomb again. The tomb was very small and could be seen everywhere at a glance. There was no sign of any remaining tree roots.
"Oops! Brother Thor, why do you look like this..."
Fat Wei looked at Thor who was nailed to the wall like a big frog, and he felt a little sympathy.
Chen Zhi felt a little funny when he saw Fat Wei's appearance.
"You should pity ourselves first! We haven't even found the shadow of the tomb of the Drought God now. After we leave here, we have to go up and search in the black desert. If we still can't find the ghost tree, or we may meet the Drought Demon later.
, maybe you will die worse than him. Let’s go! Our time is very tight.”
After Chen Zhi and Ghost Sword finished talking, they turned back, but saw Fat Wei still standing there without moving.
"Fat Wei, what are you doing? Leave quickly!"
Chen Zhi shouted for a long time, but Fat Wei still didn't move, still looking up at the green God of Thunder nailed to the wall.
"Fat man, let's go!"
Chen Zhi became a little impatient and patted Fat Wei on the shoulder. At this moment, Fat Wei suddenly turned his head.
His eyes were turned up, his whole face turned emerald green, and the corners of his mouth were split upwards.