Lightning flashed across the dark sky, illuminating the misty land for a moment, and then fell into deeper darkness.
The majesty of the sky is unfathomable.
In the Zhang family's mansion in Shihe County, Li Jinshui and Yuan Feizhou stood side by side in front of the side room where their great uncle's coffin was stored. They looked at the dark coffin and remained silent for a long time.
Yuan Feizhou spoke first, with a cold mask: "When that little beast Ye Xuan showed off his protective shield earlier, a thought suddenly came to my mind."
Hearing this, Li Jinshui glanced sideways at his junior brother and said in a low voice: "Liu Qinghou was born in the Wuxiang Sect, protected by the seventh-grade flying sword, and has extremely high talent.
Since the elders of the sect knew that this direct descendant was in danger, they had to give him one or two life-saving treasures, and he was inspired to protect his master.
But in the corridor, none of us saw any precious light on Liu Qinghou's body, and he didn't show any protective treasures. He was killed by the magic hand in one fell swoop.
Junior brother, do you think the same as me?
Do you think Liu Qinghou is not dead at all?"
"Exactly." Yuan Feizhou raised his head slightly, his eyes shining brightly, and he was completely unaffected by the fact that the county lieutenant had his heart ripped out and died, and he said sharply, "I think he summoned that magic hand.
Although I don't know what kind of method this method comes from, I know that it must have limitations.
Otherwise, why would Liu Qinghou use any means to deceive us?
All he has to do is summon the devil's hand and beat us two brothers to death in one fell swoop. Wouldn't all the secrets in the River God's Water Mansion belong to him alone, so we don't have to worry about us coming back?"
"I thought that the future would be long and I would cooperate well with him and share the treasure together.
So today I visited He Shen Shui Mansion for the first time. I didn’t take my uncle there, but he tried to trick our Yinxian Sect. This matter must not be left to chance.
It is better to take my uncle with me, set off immediately, and explore the water mansion again.
It's not too late to make up for it before it's too late!" Li Jinshui gritted his teeth. He was full of accumulated frustration and had nowhere to vent.
At some point, Gao Tianhao also stood behind the two uncles. When he heard what Li Jinshui said, he quickly answered: "I want to go to Heshenshui Mansion with the two uncles so that I can grow more."
With this knowledge, I won’t be in a hurry when encountering such situations in the future.”
In front of his elders, he always behaves well-behaved and courteous, making people tend to favor him unconsciously.
But this time the incident was serious and the Yinxian Sect had already lost eight or nine disciples. When the time comes and there is another dangerous situation in the corridor, Li Jinshui cannot guarantee that he will be able to protect this elite disciple of the sect.
Li Jinshui frowned slightly and was about to refuse.
But Yuan Feizhou turned around and faced Gao Tianhao, with a kind expression on his face, and even his sharp voice seemed gentle: "Since you want to go, then go with us. Master, I wonder if I can still protect you as a junior.
This time I was unable to let you refine the spirit for your own use. Go to the River God Water Mansion and have a look, maybe you will come across a better treasure."
Li Jinshui watched Yuan Feizhou caring for Gao Tianhao from the side, his brows furrowed even more tightly, but he did not refuse again.
…
In the dark tomb, Zhang Da sat on the ground leaning on the coffin.
The amber light flowing on the surrounding walls was flickering on and off at this time.
Diagonally across from the tomb, the two stone doors depicting images of reincarnation and immortality stood silently, as if they had never been opened.
In front of the stone gate is the main hall of the entire tomb, where the owner of the tomb entertains guests.
No one came to the banquet at the moment.
Zhang Da had already eaten the meal left for him by his old wife, but the hunger in his belly still did not subside. He stared blankly at the two stone doors outside the tomb, and a lot of murmurs rang in his ears.
Or crazy, or sad, or angry, or happy.
The memories of many people flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, blending with his own memory. He absorbed Ye Xuan's fusion of the 'Living Soul Sacrifice Qi', and also took on the part of those who contributed this Qi.
cause and effect.
Countless invisible threads entangled his heart and soul, and memory fragments surged like a tide, making it impossible for him to tell who he was or which one he was.
"Three years of drought, three years of floods, three years of grasshopper eating...
Beans are sold on the street through threads, and grass is tied up in the river to put on the scale. Only a big girl is worth an egg...
Hungry..."
Zhang Da saw someone reaching out to him. The person had a sallow face and thin muscles, almost turning into a skeleton. The white hair like wild grass on her head was blown by the wind, covering most of her face.
He pushed the hair away from the old woman's face and saw his mother's face.
His mother pursed her lips and brought him a bowl of broth: "Eat it, we caught a mouse today..."
He opened the clothes covering his mother's arms and saw the forearm where the flesh and blood had been cut off.
"Mother--" Two syllables came out of the widened throat, and the eyes regained clarity for a moment, then fell into chaos again, "I'm hungry..."
He picked up the bowl of broth and gulped it down.
The soup is fresh and delicious, simply the best thing in the world.
Zhang Da lowered his head and chewed, his mouth full of blood.
He ate one of his fingers, then the second.
He dug out strips of meat from his face and stuffed them into his mouth.
Those complicated and frantic babbles merged into the same words with thousands of tones: "Hungry——"
eat.
Only when you are full can you have the energy to work.
Only when you are full can you live.
Live long and long.
Chewing with his mouth wide open, blood flowed under his feet, and he gradually turned himself into a white skeleton.
There were still blood streaks on the bones. In his Dantian area, a ball of blood finally condensed and took shape. It moved little by little into the chest and continued to swim upwards until it entered the Skull Niwan Palace.
Behind him, the lid of the ghost-headed coffin, which had never been opened since entering this place, slowly opened.
Sand...sand...sand...
In the corridor facing the tomb in the main hall, the three people from the Yinxian Sect walked slowly and carefully in it, all of them were tense and heavily guarded.
In front of the three of them, the tall and muscular uncle-in-law was walking striding. His joints were flexible, and he looked completely different from an ordinary zombie. There were occasional thunder snakes slithering around his body, and his tyrannical aura spread out, giving the three juniors behind him a strong sense of security.
In the blackened mirror facing the corridor, the old man's face was looming in it, and the black lines dripping out of the mirror had shrunk back.
The old man's voice also rose and fell in the black devilish aura: "Yumo Sanmanduo.
No Tuo Man.
Om.
Mahakalaya.
Sahaha!"
Arms surged out of the black sea, surrounding and guarding the old man's head.
Sand...sand...sand...
Behind the stone gate, in the ghost-headed coffin, a headless corpse slowly sat upright.
He leaned against one end of the coffin, wearing a colorful brocade robe, and stretched out his hand towards the large white skull. The dense scales on his palm also slowly disappeared at this time.
Between the bones of his wide-open neck, the blood-red light finally condensed into a pill and went straight into the Niwan Palace.
Complex emotions flashed through his eyes, and he let out a long sigh.
Then, the head was completely removed and placed on the neck of the headless corpse.
The great uncle of the Yinxian Sect walked out of the corridor, raised his head, and looked at the old face in the black mirror with his two gray eyes.
Countless black silk threads were tied in one after another, breaking through the tough hair of the white stiff body in an instant and piercing into it.
The old face broke away from the black mirror, flew up in the air, and covered the face of the Yinxian Grandmaster's uncle.
Grandmaster Yinxian's uncle turned his head and looked at the three juniors who had not reacted.
What caught the eyes of Yuan, Li, and Gao was an unfamiliar old face.
Their eyes were horrified and widened, but they looked beyond Uncle Grandmaster's face and looked behind him——
Two stone doors slowly opened, and a human figure stood up from the coffin and walked out of the side room.