"Are you Yelu Chucai?" Chen Zhi shouted again to the black figure in front of him and asked directly,
"You appear here now, do you want to tell us something..."?
The person in front remained motionless, as if there was no reaction, but after a few minutes.
Another burst of strange Mongolian words came from behind the rock wall, but this time the sound was very loud, like a violent roar, and the entire mine tunnel shook.
What is he talking about? Chen Zhi stood there and asked Hu Meng behind him.
"He, he said...",
Hu Meng barely calmed down his emotions and translated for Chen Zhi:
"These Mongolian words are all connected words, and he only said one sentence over and over again.
Eternal life is not a gift, but a curse..."
"Eternal life?",
Chen Zhi thought silently in his heart, "Is there really an immortal human being in this world..."
But at this moment, all their flashlights suddenly lost their light, and the world instantly became dark.
And at that dark moment, Chen Zhi felt a pair of hands like withered claws suddenly grasp his shoulders, pressing him tightly there...
Chen Zhi did not struggle or cry out. Chen Zhi knew that the person who caught him was the Yelu Chucai he saw just now...
Immediately afterwards, Chen Zhi smelled an indescribable scent. It was a decayed and decayed scent buried deep in the bottom of the body. But for some reason, Chen Zhi felt that this scent was very clean and even had a sacred feeling.
…
"oh……………………",
The thing in front of him groaned, and his hands, like withered claws, held Chen Zhi tightly with incomparable power!
A biting cold breath hit his face. The bone-chilling coldness made people stand on end with chills. Chen Zhi felt that his breathing had stopped at that moment.
“Any sin must be paid——————————”,
That thing said this in an extremely hoarse voice, and then suddenly disappeared~~~
"Pa~~~Pa~~Pa~~",
Suddenly, all the flashlights lit up again, and the light returned to the tomb passage again. The tall figure wearing a Mongolian military robe had disappeared, but the bodies of the miners around him were still there, and the sounds in the rock wall completely disappeared.
Okay, it seems like everything just now was a dream~~~
"What's going on here?" Fat Wei immediately looked around with his flashlight.
"You just showed your face and left? Are you here to warn us, or are you trying to intimidate us?"
Chengzi, is that guy really Yelu Chucai just now? Damn it, especially the special mother is pretending to be a lynx beast~~~"
"It's really very possible...",
Chen Zhi looked indifferently at the place where the black figure stood in front of him and said,
"I once saw many photos of the relics of Mongolian nobles in the early Yuan Dynasty in the collections of some private collectors~~~
In fact, according to the tradition of the nomadic people, these relics cannot be leaked out. The things leaked by the children of these down-and-out aristocratic families are actually very precious and cannot be seen on the market at all!!
Among those relics, we often see some oversized insoles or boots. You can imagine how big the feet of the people wearing the boots were. Based on this ratio, these primitive Mongolians would have reached a height of more than two meters!!
!
So those private scholars have a bold guess. In ancient times a long time ago, those pure nomads were actually the images of giants. They were about two meters tall, with thick bones, great strength, and wild nature. They were also Mongolians.
The reason why you can dominate the world~~~
But this height difference is not big. Later, these nomadic peoples were gradually converted into land by the Central Plains, and the height gap between the Mongolians and the Han people became smaller and smaller. Now they are completely the same~~~"
"Can't you?" Fat Wei was a little hard to accept,
"Then why is there no record of this incident in the historical materials left behind?"
"It's not that there are no records, it's that they are all gone~~~" Chen Zhi said,
"There does not exist in this world people who insist on the truth like Sima Qian. The historical materials we see have been modified, and when we hear some legends, such as the Mongolian warriors who can tear apart giant bears with their hands and are nine feet tall, they are all
I thought it was too mysterious and just an absurd legend!!!
Therefore, this less obvious feature was slowly assimilated and forgotten by later generations!!!
But in fact, there is a real example now. There was a Mongolian from Inner Mongolia in China. His name was Xishun and he was 2.38 meters tall. He was a collateral descendant of the Jin family~~~~. Many scholars believe that this is an atavism.
~~~~”
"Holy shit!!! Why were these Mongolians so powerful in the past~~~~It turns out they were all giants~~~",
Fat Wei shook his big head and looked at Hu Meng again.
"I said your kid is not good either~~~, let alone two meters, not even 1.8 meters~~, I think your kid is not taller than me!!!"
"That, that's all in the past~~" Hu Meng immediately blushed and glanced at Ji Ying next to him, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Actually, I know everything. I also heard my grandfather say that our ancestors of the Golden Family used to be very tall, but we are no longer in an era where we fight for physical strength. We fight for our brains.
Although I am small, I am smart~~, everything is concentrated..."
"You can hold me back...",
Fat Wei was about to ridicule him when he saw Chen Zhi suddenly walking out. He strolled to the middle of the ground, twirled the soil on the ground with his hands and looked at it. After being silent for a long time, he said softly,
"There is no need for us to continue walking...",
After Chen Zhi finished speaking, he took off his coat, exposed his sleeves, and took out the dagger.
"I will go directly underground to see what is hidden under this coal mine..."!
After Chen Zhi finished speaking, he raised the tip of the knife and carved a circular pattern on his left arm. Blood immediately poured out from the wound, forming a red circular totem.
"..."
Chen Zhi recited the incantation silently, knelt on the ground with one foot, and put his palm on the ground. The red totem immediately emitted a puff of white smoke and sank into the ground.
Only a "bang" sound was heard.
White smoke boiled on the ground, and the descendant of Tu Xing captured by Zheng Chao, the orc Wujia, jumped out from the ground...
This sudden situation startled Hu Meng. He took two steps back, pointed at Wu Jia, opened his eyes and said:
"Monster, monster, have you seen it? This is a monster..."
After Wu Jia climbed out of the ground, he was still covered in black soot.
His body was arched into a ball shape, and his face was wrinkled like a walnut. Although he was wearing clothes, he looked exactly like a pangolin!
"Slave Wu Jia, come and greet your master..."
Wu Jia knelt on the ground with a respectful expression, kowtowed to Chen Zhi and said:
"According to the blood agreement with the master, the slave will swear allegiance to the master throughout this life and wait for the master's orders!
May I ask, Master, why you summoned your slave this time..."