Volume 2 Dusty Memories Chapter 47 Despair in the Undead City
"Grandma, when did this water ghost get there? No matter, let's run away first." Grandpa was so anxious that he didn't care about anything. He just wanted to escape from this ghost thing.
But it just feels like stepping on cotton under your feet. The originally tight ground has a tendency to soften, and then it should turn into a puddle of muddy water. By then, there will be no chance to escape. When Grandpa thought of this
, I just felt that the light of the only red lantern had become dim, as if it was indicating that my life was coming to an end. Thinking of this, my great-grandfather was not willing to sit still and wait for death, and was thinking about what to do.
But the greater the crisis, the more great-grandfather's mind was like a mess, and he couldn't think of any ideas at the moment. Great-grandpa was in such a mess, but there was not so much time for him to think, and he was still weak.
The collapsed ground now had a swamp-like feeling, and with the water ghost pulling at his feet, Grandpa Grandpa felt his body sinking suddenly.
"It's over, I'm afraid I have to be the scapegoat of this water ghost, but I don't want it." My great-grandfather howled and pushed forward, trying to pull his feet out of the water ghost. But the water ghost was holding him.
It was as if the legs were filled with thousands of pounds of lead, standing motionless on the spot waiting to die.
"Help." At this time, my great-grandfather was already in despair. He even felt that the yellow sand and water had reached the top of his head, penetrated into his nasal cavity, and finally blocked his last vestige of life.
Strangely enough, with just such a voice, the gold-encrusted black knife at his waist sent a warm current, as if he was communicating with his great-grandfather.
Every time my grandpa talked about this, I always curled my lips, wondering how could there be such a psychic thing in the world, and how could it fall into the hands of my great-grandpa so easily. But my grandpa always said it with certainty.
People often say that these things are destined to have their own fate, maybe this thing was born for my great-grandpa. I couldn’t tell my grandfather, I just rolled my eyes and said that I didn’t believe it, but I often had to eat a few brains.
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Closer to home, as soon as the gold-inlaid black knife became hot, an idea popped into my grandpa’s mind, why not try the gold-inlaid black knife. This was the place between the lightning and flint, and there was no room for Grandpa Tai’s hesitation to pull out the knife.
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"Ah..." There was a shrill scream from a child under Grandpa's feet, and then he felt a sense of solidity. It no longer seemed like he was stepping on swamp ground like before. But the water ghost seemed to be unwilling to give up, and still held on tightly.
Great-grandpa’s ankle.
"Grandma's, it's useful, come again." Grandpa felt happy and stabbed him with his backhand.
"Ah..." The child's scream came again. It seemed that the gold-encrusted black knife was the nemesis of this thing.
Unexpectedly, Grandpa Grandpa was careless. As soon as he broke away from the force under his feet, he couldn't control it well and stumbled to the side. It was okay if he didn't fall, but he staggered like this. Grandpa Grandpa held on to the door, trying to stabilize his body.
.Unexpectedly, the door was ajar. Grandpa felt his body sink and he slammed into a room lit with red lanterns.
As soon as he entered the red lantern's room, my great-grandfather's heart sank and he cursed secretly.
"Fortunately, I have the gold-encrusted black knife. This thing is probably a treasure. I won't worry about it." Grandpa felt a little calmer when he thought of the gold-encrusted black knife. He was beaten to pieces and instinctively touched his waist.
Suddenly, he found only an empty scabbard.
"Where's the knife?" Grandpa slapped his head, then remembered that when he fell in just now, the gold-inlaid black knife must have fallen somewhere in the room. This gold-inlaid black knife was very important to Grandpa at this time.
It was just a life-saving straw. As soon as the knife left his body, Grandpa's heart suddenly rose to his throat. He was afraid that he would lose this black knife inlaid with gold, otherwise nine lives would not be enough.
Thank God, although the gold-encrusted black knife fell from Grandpa Grandpa's hand, he was quickly discovered by the great-grandfather. Under the red light, the gold-encrusted black knife was lying quietly under a cabinet by the wall.
Only a section of the knife handle is exposed.
"It's okay, okay, this gold-encrusted black knife fell into the room." Grandpa patted his chest, feeling very afraid that the gold-encrusted black knife fell outside the door. He was afraid that if he went out of this room, he wouldn't be able to do it.
I don’t know where I am, let alone where to find this gold-encrusted black knife.
Seeing the black knife inlaid with gold, my great-grandfather felt happy. He raised his legs to pick up the knife, but suddenly stopped.
"There's something wrong in this room." Grandpa muttered, not daring to take another step forward because the layout of this room seemed extremely weird.
"Sea Burial Master, it seems that every room in this undead city is not the same?" Grandpa has been tortured enough by this undead city, and he doesn't dare to act rashly anymore. Moreover, the black knife inlaid with gold is right in front of him, and he is afraid that it will escape.
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When the great-grandfather thought of this, he became less anxious and thought about taking a look at the room first. If there was nothing unusual, he could then retrieve the gold-encrusted black knife.
Speaking of which, this immortal city seems to be worse than the Forbidden City. If there were only a thousand people, they wouldn't be able to build such a huge project, right? Could this immortal city be conjured out of thin air by the Sea Burial Master?
?When my great-grandfather thought of this, he couldn't help but laugh. How could such a thing happen in this world?
When he thought of this, my great-grandfather recalled the feeling of standing in this immortal city, like an ant placed in a maze with no edge in sight. He was afraid that he would never be able to get out of this maze for the rest of his life. This thought came to him as soon as he came up with it.
, my great-grandpa only felt depressed for a while, and he no longer even wanted to struggle.
"Forget it, it's useless to struggle anyway, it's better to wait for death." The despairing great-grandfather lay on the floor of the room. He was too tired to fight any more.
Perhaps because he was too tired or too desperate, Grandpa looked at the red lantern above his head and felt that his eyelids were very heavy.
"Six thousand people, leave a thousand to guard the tomb." It was the sea burial master named Zangtian who was speaking, but Grandpa still felt that his eyelids were too heavy to open, and he could only see a blur of light.
After Zang Tian said these words, he fell into eternal silence. No one discussed or spoke.
"Why, no one is willing to guard my tomb?" It was the voice of that extremely beautiful man. This voice was so charming that once you hear it, you will never forget it.
"Master Jiu, you won't die. We are here to find..." Someone finally spoke, but Grandpa Tai couldn't see the person's appearance, and he was interrupted by Zangtian before he even finished the second half of the sentence.
"Shut up, do you have any objections to Master Jiu's decision?" Zangtian's cold words echoed in the sky.
"No, we will listen to Master Jiu's instructions." This time it was a mighty mountain roar and a tsunami, and the neat response shook the sky.
"Okay, Zangtian, just give your orders. Yan, come with me." This time it was Jiuye's voice, with a hint of weariness in it, as if he was tired of this world.
"Yan? Li Yan!" Grandpa Grandpa suddenly woke up from his dream. (To be continued)