There was a corpse lying in the sarcophagus, with disheveled hair covering his original face.
However, through the faint light, I can still see the owner of this corpse. He is a man with good features. He is not very old. His face is firm and plump, as if he is asleep, but his face is so pale that there is no trace of it.
The blood is particularly oozing.
I stared at the man in the sarcophagus, who could be considered my ancestor, and glanced away. There was a dagger stuck in his heart.
The dagger was completely black with rust on it, and the blade was deeply pierced into the heart of the male corpse.
On the inside of the sarcophagus, a few lines of small words appeared faintly.
"No one except me, the Chen family, can pull out the sword, pick up the corpse and wake up, use my skin to protect all living beings in the tribe..."
After I muttered this line of small words, I couldn't help but feel shocked!
According to the wishes of our ancestors, it is best not to pull out the dagger unless absolutely necessary, but in this current situation, we are already in danger; outside the mausoleum, five or six thousand rice dumplings are attacking the entrance to the boulder day and night, even myself
I'm not sure how long I can keep it.
To pull it out or not to pull it out?
I was a little confused for a while!
From outside the mausoleum, the roars of tribal men could be heard from time to time, mixed with the cries of women and children, which made people feel heavy.
I gritted my teeth and finally decided to pull out this weird dagger to see if the message from my ancestor about raising the corpse was true or not...
I held the dagger carefully.
This dagger was very worn and old, covered with rust, but it didn't look like much on the surface. But when I actually held it with both hands, I found that I seemed to have grabbed an ice cube, and my palms were instantly frozen, and a wave of
The powerful coldness rushed from the dagger straight into my blood, making me shiver.
It's cold, it's really cold...
I gritted my teeth and wanted to continue pulling out, but found that I seemed to have no strength at all.
"how so?"
My hands were completely frozen and I couldn't move at all. A wave of coldness poured into my body from the dagger, seeming to freeze my blood...
I am very nervous, something seems not good!!
At this time, a figure flashed in from outside the door. I glanced out of the corner of my eye and realized that it was Zhuge Yushu coming.
Zhuge Yushu glanced at me, then looked at the corpse, and he immediately understood.
Zhuge Yushu didn't hesitate, he pulled out the sword directly, then wiped it hard on his palm, and then dripped the blood on my hand.
Then a strange scene occurred.
As the blood of Zhuge Yushu dripped on my hands, my hands gradually became conscious.
"Take your hand out!" Zhuge Yushu said coldly.
Zhuge Yushu's blood temporarily suppressed the coldness of the dagger. Taking advantage of this moment, I quickly pulled my hand back.
I looked at my hands and breathed a sigh of relief. If Zhuge Yushu hadn't come over in time, I would have been frozen by this dagger.
"What kind of weapon is this? Why does it look like a popsicle?" I rubbed my hands and couldn't help sighing.
Zhuge Yushu wiped off the blood on his hands and said expressionlessly: "This dagger is called the Corpse Summoning Blade. As long as it is inserted into the vital part of the human body, the body will not decay for thousands of years after death, but as long as the dagger is pulled out
When it comes out, corpse transformation will occur immediately."
I can’t tell that Zhuge Yushu knows a lot.
I quickly took another look at the dagger. Indeed, it seemed inconspicuous, but it was inserted into the heart of the ancestor of the Chen family. It was the most fatal wound on the human body. And it seemed that this dagger should be the ancestor of the Chen family.
Stab it into your own body yourself...
From time to time, shouts of death came from outside, and I asked, "How long can we last outside?"
Zhuge Yushu didn't even raise his head and said: "If it takes three to five days, or one or two breaths, it will be unstoppable at any time."
I couldn't help but let out a thick breath.
There are thousands of people in the mausoleum, and the only ones who are really capable of fighting are the strong men of Qianbang. However, they have been fighting for a long time. Even if they are made of iron, they cannot withstand such a fierce impact of Zongzi...
I stared hard and decided to pull out the corpse summoning blade.
"Is there any way to remove this dagger?" I asked.
"There is only one way!" Zhuge Yushu said calmly.
"What can I do?"
"The cold air on the dagger is actually the death air on the corpse. The only way to pull out the dagger is with your blood."
I was startled, remembering that Zhuge Yushu saved me with his blood just now.
"Do you want yours?" I asked, licking my old face.
"My blood can only suppress the death energy for you. If you want to completely eliminate it, you can only use the blood of your Chen family..."
I suddenly realized and said: "Then you mean that although you saved me just now, you also indirectly suppressed the death energy of the dagger? So I have to spend more blood??"
Zhuge Yushu had no expression on his face. After a long while, he nodded slightly like a piece of wood in response to me.
I feel like crying without tears, what evil have I done!
Outside the door, the cries of women and children became louder.
My heart sank, and I vaguely felt that Dong Yunfei might not be able to hold on...
"Lend me your sword and die, for the sake of the tribe and the people!" I suddenly said loudly, with a heroic look on my face!
Zhuge Yushu handed over the sword. The sword didn't look like much, but it was very sharp. There was a sharp light flashing on the sharp edge, which made me feel a chill in my heart.
I licked my lips and said in a timid voice: "Is there a smaller weapon? This one is too long. I'm afraid I won't be able to carry it."
Zhuge Yushu stared at me as if he were looking at a fool. After a while, he expressionlessly threw a small finger-long dagger. No, it was more like a small fruit knife than a dagger.
I really just took the fruit knife, and after being mentally prepared, I made a cut on my palm.
The wound was not deep, but it was dripping with blood all of a sudden!
I took the opportunity to quickly drip blood on the corpse summoning blade.
Blood dripped on the dagger, and my pupils shrank. I saw the dagger making a baby-like sucking sound, sucking up my blood bit by bit...
"Damn, so evil!"
I couldn't help but want to scold my mother, is this dagger still a spirit?
Zhuge Yushu was at the side. As a last resort, for the sake of face, I could only grit my teeth and cut a deeper gash in my palm, letting more blood flow on the Corpse Summoning Blade...
Blood is falling drop by drop.
Time is passing second by second...
Ten seconds later, the Corpse Summoning Blade was completely stained red with my blood. It made a pleasant sucking sound and suddenly started to tremble slightly.
"Pull it up now!" Zhuge Yushu said calmly.
My heart moved, and I immediately held the crumbling Corpse Summoning Blade with both hands with a fearless expression! -