Qinglong Ghost Palace Chapter 72: The Fat Dragon in Jinghai (Part 2)
I put down the two children and stared dumbfoundedly at this street, which was already extraordinary today and yesterday. The sun's big face had just emerged from the horizon, and it was already crowded with people. At the end of the street was a tall and majestic bronze sacrificial altar, and the wide streets were lined on both sides.
Flowers and branches are blooming, and colorful vegetation has been placed in rows on both sides of the street at some point. It is divided into several waves starting from the place near the sacrificial altar.
From the first glance, I could tell that it was a banquet. I judged it from the pot of bronze bacon. After all, I had devoured it with great enthusiasm last night. This street should be the widest street in this bronze fishing village, but it is not very good.
If it is long, it will only be a hundred and eighty meters long.
The second wave of people was crowded. It was the girls from Northern Xiang who were dancing. I could see that they were very happy. The only thing that made me weirdly want me to run away was that they couldn't make a sound or talk. This kind of silent dance was even more...
It was like the circling dance of ancient herdsmen around a bonfire. Paired with this dead bronze building, I actually felt that this was a dance that smelled of death, and I had goosebumps all over my body like a tomb.
The sigh I just felt was completely washed away by this weird dance! I was surprised that we had walked into a cemetery of living corpses. These living corpses were dead, but they could not speak, and they were slowly pulling us into it.
Death, and finally joining their camp; or all our bodies after death will turn into bacon in the bronze basin, and be chewed up by them ferociously.
I was wandering with random thoughts when suddenly my wrist was grabbed. I was startled. I looked down and saw that it was the old chief of the remnants of the Northern Xiang Kingdom. Anyway, the name of the old chief or old village leader had only one purpose of proving that he was
It's the boss.
He curled up his beard, pointed to the small bronze hall on the right side of the sacrificial altar with a slight smile, and took me there. I saw that his face was glowing red, and he did not look like a dead person. The suspicion I had just disappeared immediately.
The old chief waved his hand, and the children in the third wave of banquets in front of me all ran happily towards the hall. Without thinking, they went to wake up Jiazi Legs and others.
The old chief and I came to the small hall and finally saw some wooden furniture with high legs. In the center of the hall, we saw an old purple-red robe hanging on a malachite statue. The old chief pointed to the mural on the wall.
Everything is clear at first glance. This is a sand painting painted by the ancestor Guo Shoujing. The surface is covered by a layer of translucent white film of unknown material, wrapping the fine sand inside.
There are words and paintings, the words are in small seal script, I can understand it, and the fine sand is also dyed. The general content is that this purple-red robe is the robe worn by the chief of the Wu Burial Sect. Guo Shoujing took off the robe and stored it in the
Here, leave me, the literal meaning is that he is the last patriarch of the Wu Burial Sect. If he could not pass on this position at that time, the fate of the Wu Burial Sect can only disappear from the world.
He told me that he calculated that I would come, but he did not calculate my name. This was his regret during the divination. He asked me to put on this clothes and memorize all the contents of the Dragon Burial Technique in detail. This would be helpful for me to protect myself in the future.
It has a great effect, and then leave this sheepskin scroll in the Beixiang people, let them pass it on from generation to generation, and use the burial array to protect themselves, because they were oppressed by other countries in ancient times, and it is best to live and reproduce in the burial array.
Long lasting.
When I think about it, this really makes sense. Think about it, Beixiang should be the fourth kind of human beings on this earth. It is completely different from the black, yellow and white humans. Not only is it the height of a dwarf, but it also has a major feature, that is, the North
The Xiang people have extremely large eyes and delicate but small facial features. If they were to live among human society, they would definitely be regarded as aliens.
When I was watching the end, there was a roar outside the hall, it was Jia Zi's legs.
"Hey! Look at it, everyone! I didn't fucking see clearly last night. This look, this Wangtianhuan, is very similar to the Chinese watch at Tiananmen Square in Beijing. Grandma's is really exactly the same."
