Qiangba turned pale with fright and shook his head to express that he didn't know what to do. The King of Hell's face was full of anger. It seemed that the death of the Water Dragon King would be blamed on Qiangba.
We don't dare to disobey the King of Hell, but there really is no one to guide us. This place is extremely weird. Once we lose our guide, our danger here will undoubtedly increase.
The King of Hell pointed at Qiangba's forehead and asked fiercely: "I ask you again, do you want us to just wear these thin clothes and cross the snowy mountains in front of us?"
"No...no...but I really have no choice." Jianba could only cry. At this time, his legs were so frightened that his legs softened, and there was a piece of wetness between his legs. Seeing a strong man was so frightened that he peed.
, I turned my head away, not wanting to see anything more embarrassing happen.
When the boss saw that the King of Hell was really murderous, even he was shocked and quickly stopped the King of Hell: "Okay, let's find a way to cross this snowy mountain. If it doesn't work, we can only go around it."
Faced with the cruelty of nature, the weak side of human beings finally shows up. No matter what kind of elite you are, you will be intimidated by a group of mountains lying in front of you. Although we are protected by golden antelope coats, our feet do not have any protection.
Cold-proof equipment will freeze to death once it is stepped on the snow for a long time. At that time, everyone will only face the harvest of death.
"Forget it, change the route. Qiangba, hurry up and choose a suitable route for me." The king of hell sighed. Facing the snowy mountains, he could only compromise. He also knew that if Qiangba was killed, we might not even be able to return.
go.
"Wait a minute, Qianba, let me ask you, besides you, who else knows this route?" The fat man who was squatting on the ground in a daze suddenly stood up, his serious expression seemed like a different person.
"Ah? Apart from Qiangba who knows this route, only his father Sanchi knows, and his father has disappeared." Qiangba was so frightened that he quickly answered, not even daring to ask what happened.
"Sanji? King of Hell, what kind of person is this Sanji?" The fat man suddenly turned around and asked the King of Hell about Sanji, which seemed to have nothing to do with us crossing the snow-capped mountains.
"He, he was the number one warrior in the Tibetan area. He is also a disciple of the Bon religion. Although he is a low-level disciple, he is a rare master. In addition, Sangji's ancestors have believed in the Bon religion for generations. Sangji's
Our ancestors have been guarding the entrance to the tomb of the Demon King here. And Sanji himself is an extremely principled person. He believes in Bon religion. We were able to get the black thangka directly here from him because of my identity.
——Ascetic of Bon Religion. Fatty, why do you want to know this?” The King of Hell was also puzzled as to why Fatty suddenly asked this.
I was also surprised that the King of Hell was actually an ascetic of the Bon religion, which explained everything that happened to the King of Hell. But I also guessed it in my heart, and I didn’t look too surprised after hearing it from the King of Hell.
"King of Hell, are you sure he won't bring anyone else here for other reasons?" The fat man became more serious and asked again and again.
"No, it's impossible. Without this Qianba as a breakthrough, we wouldn't even be able to get here. And haven't you noticed that I am an ascetic with Bon religion, and he didn't bring us here personally. That's
Because he is already ahead of us
We're leaving in a few days." The entire conversation between the King of Hell and the fat man was in Chinese, obviously to avoid Qiangba's eyes and ears. I really can't figure out what such a cowardly man needs to avoid.
"If it weren't for Sanji, King of Hell, we would be in big trouble." The fat man pinched his chin and shouted, "Everyone, come here and take a look!"
The fat man took us to a flat land. This place looked much flatter than other places. Although it was covered with a layer of old soil, it was obviously covered up.
"Someone buried something here. Hell, please see if it was left by Sanchi." The fat man pointed to the loose soil under his feet and said.
The King of Hell squatted down, picked up some soil with his fingertips, and smelled it at the tip of his nose: "It's a human smell, and it's not Sanchi's. It was buried three days ago. Dig it up!"
The King of Hell also sounded a little anxious. Since it was not the smell of Sanchi, there should be a second group of people heading to the Demon Lord's tomb, and that group of people was already ahead of us.
The big black bear responded, took out a folding shovel from his backpack and started to dig the soil. The big black bear was very strong and dug up the soil very quickly. In addition, he was in such a hurry that he didn't even fill the soil tightly. The big black bear quickly dug out the soil.
A shallow pit emerged.
The pit wasn't very deep when something poked out a corner. The King of Hell immediately shouted stop and signaled the people who went down to start digging slowly. I recognized the corner as a collar at a glance, and I was shocked. Could it be that there was a dead person buried underneath?
?
The dead? Are they from that group of people? Or is there a third group of people, left behind during the fight? There are too many questions that can only be known after the things underground are dug out.
The fat man nodded to me and jumped into the shallow pit together. But fearing that something dirty might be buried underneath, everyone began to put on their gloves and gently brush off the layer of sand on top.
Soon, the things underneath were revealed. They were more than a dozen jumpsuits, and there were no corpses inside. The materials of these jumpsuits were very good, and they were made of special fabrics, which should have good thermal insulation and waterproof effects.
"Grandma, are those people crazy? Why are they burying a pile of clothes here?" The fat man picked up a jumpsuit with a shovel and cursed.
The King of Hell did not speak, but squatted down and pinched a handful of sand under his nose, smelled it, and shook his head: "No, what they buried was not the clothes, but the dying people!"
"The dying person? Buried alive? What about the corpse?" The fat man asked for me. At this time, even the fat man frowned. It seems that those people who bury people alive are more cold-blooded.
"Have you forgotten how the King of Hell died? Look at the holes in these jumpsuits. Although I don't know where these holes came from, it is obvious that these holes caused wounds to the people inside the clothes. And look at these
Human clothes, the clothes on the hands and feet are particularly long, which are the unique hands and feet of the so-called fish people. A large number of people who can move like fish in the water push the boat across this underworld for them. As for the jumpsuit, it should be for them.
They were keeping warm in the water. After all, not everyone has the same physique as the Dragon King. Afterwards, they should have the same situation as the Dragon King, and these people don't have time to wait for them to die. They are not even willing to reward these people.
One bullet from the fishman buried these people alive, so we should give them a home to find some psychological comfort." The more the King of Hell said, the more we felt.
The cold-bloodedness and terror of those people we are about to meet cannot even be called human beings.
"What about their boats? There are more than a dozen murlocs. Even if two murlocs push one boat, there should be seven or eight boats here, right? It's impossible that there are people like Lu Ban Chi in their team, right?
?" The fat man was denying what the King of Hell said, but what the fat man said was not unreasonable.
"Impossible, my craftsmanship was inherited from the Lu family, and now I am the only one who has this craftsmanship." Lu Banchi also confirmed the fat man's statement.
"Did they bring these ships over from the other side of the Black Desert and then destroy them?" The fat man proposed a ridiculous approach. The King of Hell shook his head and said it was impossible. Indeed, no one would do such a stupid thing.
"Don't think about it. The boats you are looking for have disappeared, or these are not boats at all." I spoke while squatting on the ground silently, and threw a jumpsuit in front of everyone.
"What do you mean by destiny?" the fat man asked.
"Look here." I turned the jumpsuit over and pointed at the densely packed row of holes on the back, "Does it look familiar?"
The fat man looked at it and said, "Isn't this just the eye of a needle? Tianming, you are really making such a fuss."
I shook my head. What Fatty said was completely wrong.
"Tianming, please stop talking and tell me quickly." It was obvious that Fatty was not happy to guess.
"Everyone should have worn spike shoes. Don't these rows of small holes constitute a pair of shoe prints." I drew an outline of the small holes, and a pair of shoe prints appeared in front of everyone.
"It's really a pair of shoe prints. Why do the shoe prints of these spikes appear on the back of this jumpsuit?" The fat man asked another nonsense question.
"I think these spikes are special spikes. The spikes are extremely long." The King of Hell took over what the fat man said and said. It seems that the King of Hell also thought of it.
"I said you two are singing a double act, please explain it quickly." The fat man became anxious, pointed at the jumpsuit and cursed: "One of his grandma's clothes got caught on some spikes, spikes and destiny."
What does the ship you are talking about have to do with it?”
"If the spikes weren't particularly long, how could they be pierced into human flesh? How could you stand on a human body and cross the Yellow Springs?" I have been avoiding this sentence because such an approach is too bloody and can only be done by beasts.
Something like this comes.
"You mean, these fishmen are just..." The fat man stuttered a bit. I'm afraid the fat man who has been around for many years has never seen such a posture, right?
"Yes, these fishmen are their boats. Only boats with long legs can get here as quickly as possible and then cross the underworld. In other words, these fishmen are their one-time tools, which they will use after crossing the underworld.
Then you can throw it away." Seeing that I couldn't speak any more, the King of Hell finished the last sentence for me.
After the King of Hell said these words, everyone's faces suddenly turned pale. They originally thought they were facing the tomb of the ancient demon king, but now there is a new group of competitors, and they are competing for the purpose regardless of means.
By.
While everyone was still immersed in those people's bloody methods, Li Jiu, who woke up, took out a pot of water from his backpack and began to clean the jumpsuit I threw out.