Qinglong Ghost Palace Chapter 65: The Stone Coffin
Although this movement is not to the point of shaking the earth, it is still difficult for everyone to escape, not to mention that most of them still have time to spare. There is silence outside, and the solemn and solemn voice is surprising. These northerners are
The survivors of the Xiang Kingdom have been stationed here all year round, so they should take the lead in taking measures.
I wonder if they left this dangerous village long ago and abandoned us here.
Everyone was about to open the door, and I was about to pick up the mysterious woman and escape. Suddenly, a gust of cool night wind blew in through the gap in the bronze window frame, and outside the door of the hall, a yellow light lit up.
Creaking, the door was opened.
It turned out that the old chief of the Northern Xiang Kingdom came in with two soldiers. When he saw Jiazi's legs, he quickly made some sign language to him.
We all wondered what the old chief said and looked at Jiazi Legs with big eyes and small eyes.
He scratched his head and said: "Ang, don't worry, everyone! This earthquake has a reason. It has been there since ancient times. This bronze house was built for this earthquake. It doesn't matter. It will pass in a while. Everyone continues to rest in the house.
It’s done, just be patient and don’t be impatient.”
At this time, the shock really began to decrease. The old chief waved his hand. The two soldiers who followed were wrapped in thin animal skins, only covering their lower bodies. They carried bamboo baskets and went to each case table.
Add water and food.
At this time, the old chief looked at me and nodded. He couldn't hide a smile from the heart. He made a few gestures with Jiazi Legs, and Jiazi Legs said to me: "Lao Guo, let's follow the old village leader out.
Come on, he has something to tell you clearly."
I patted Jiazi Leg's chest and teased: "Jia Zi Leg, what level of Kun language have you reached? Don't be so fucking stupid."
Jiazi clicked his tongue and said: "Hey, Lao Guo, you are looking down on people. Although I don't know the ancient Chinese characters in the tomb like you do, but as long as I have come into contact with them, there is nothing I can't do. Then I
The Jiazi sect really doesn't have that deep inheritance information. Could it be that Mr. Cao Cao issued the "Extension Order to Kill the Clan" back then? For thousands of years, he has united with the Gold Sect to send the Qiu Sect to kill our fellow tomb robber sects. Our clan is so strange.
Are books and classics withered as they are now?"
"Zhang Qilin taught me not everything, but I can still handle simple daily interactions. After all, I am also a dignified patriarch. You have insulted me."
As we talked, we followed the old chief to an underground secret room in the center of the village. There was no lock. We pushed open the bronze door and walked in. I discovered that it was a huge stone coffin!
I quickly hit Jiazi's legs with my elbow, winked at him, and asked him to ask what was going on.
Jiazi Legs went to the same place as me.
He made sign language gestures with the old chief for a while, and I casually said, "Jia Zijie, can't the old village chief speak? Although the language today is slightly different from that of a thousand years ago, we can still communicate the general meaning."
Jiazi Leg looked back at me. When he heard this, he felt that it made sense. He had been falling into this strange circle of Kun language. He said: "This is all Zhang Qilin's fault. He told me that if I want to meet the people in Bronze Village,
I have to communicate in Kun language, otherwise I will be in big trouble. This is the purpose of teaching me Kun language before he came here. But now that I think about it, this guy seems to know everything. In this case, he still pretends to know everything.
I don’t know, come and go to the grave with us.”
"Despite his young appearance, in fact, this guy is a shady tiger. I'm talking about Guo Zhong, and I praise Zhong for coming here just for the three-stone mirror, our clan's treasure. I'll tell you what's going on, I'm sorry to God
I swear I never harmed you."
I didn't care about the weird expressions the old chief looked at us, and asked Jiazijie directly, "What's the matter? Jiazijie, there's something in your words. You mean Zhang Qilin wants to harm me. What is there in me that deserves to be punished?"
He did it."
Jiazi Legs became a little anxious when he heard this. He didn't like hearing it and said: "Don't look at it like we have known each other for a long time and are like good friends. In fact, we are based on the premise of cooperation in interests. As for
I can't tell you what we cooperated with now, but I tell you because of the relationship between us these days, he is definitely not a very good person. I don't know the past between you and him, but it seems that you are
Zhang Qilin has been following you since he was in his early twenties during the Republic of China. It will be more than a century before he follows you. He must have some agenda by following you. I don’t know when we will meet again this time, but
If you remember what I say at this moment today, it will only be good for you."
When he said this, I was really moved. It seemed that there were really a lot of doubts about him. According to Jiazijie's tone, Faqiuzhi was very familiar with the Qinglong Ghost Palace Tomb. He also knew that there were descendants of the Northern Xiang Kingdom here, and he took the lead.
Teach Kun language to Jiazijie.
Suddenly, a person who I trust very much in my heart feels very strange at the moment. This feeling is more terrifying than the corpse in the coffin.
I looked at the old leader of the village who was a remnant of the Northern Xiang Kingdom again, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. I thought to myself that he couldn't speak. Their entire tribe relied on this sign language to communicate. Not bad! From the time we came in until now, they
They were talking in sign language like a mute, and I had never seen them speak any spoken language!
When I communicated this to Jiazi Leg, Jiazi Leg also felt it was strange, so he started talking to the old village leader in sign language. His movements were very slow in the process. I don't know if it was because Jiazi Leg didn't learn it thoroughly and got stuck, or if he was communicating carefully.
The old village leader sighed and made a few more gestures.
Jiazi Leg turned back and looked at me in shock, and said: "The old village leader said that their entire village cannot speak, and there is no written cultural inheritance and legal system. They have not spoken since the Big Skeleton Mountain was here.
, the older generation of ancestors told them that they were descendants of the remnants of the Northern Xiang Kingdom, people who loyally served Zhuge Xiang, the king of the Xiongnu Kingdom, and that his mausoleum was the Skeleton Mountain, and their ancestral duty for generations was to protect this mountain."
"Furthermore, this place has been cursed and you can't get out at all. Even if you go to sea to build a fishing boat, you are going in circles. Some descendants of the survivors of the Northern Xiang Kingdom have escaped from this place, but they are either missing or dumping their bodies in the wild.
As time goes by, people give up and are completely settled here, waiting for someone."
I asked: "Who?"
Jiazi Leg pointed at me and said, "That's you."
I was greatly surprised. I quickly asked Jiazi Legs to talk to the old man in detail. What was going on and why were you waiting for me? I have nothing to do with the Northern Xiang Kingdom.
Jiazi Kick went to compete with the old village leader again. It took nearly half an hour before Jiazi Kick was finished. The expression on his face can only be described as complicated.
He said: "Uh... Lao Guo, I don't know where to start with you, but all of this is related to divination, and even more related to the owner in the sarcophagus. The person in the sarcophagus saved the survivors of the Northern Xiang Kingdom.
life, and the result of his divination is that on this day, a member of his tribe will come here and reverse the fate of the remaining people of Northern Xiang!"
Jiazi paused, took a long breath with great difficulty, and continued: "The person in this sarcophagus is..."
I raised my arm, pushed my palm forward, and immediately interrupted him. I said, "Wait a minute and let me guess. Is he... Guo Shoujing?"
