Yang Zhi buried himself in digging. He raised his hand embarrassedly and wiped the mud on his face. He handed the pile of almanacs accumulated on his hand to Kong Xuyang, and asked urgently: "Brother Kong, this is what I just dug out, you see. What's going on?"
Kong Xuyang took the almanac and quickly browsed it:
"... In the year of Gengzi, the month of Gengchen, the day of Guihai, March 21st, the young and strong at home gathered to sacrifice to the ancestors. They were determined to join a group, known for their righteousness, to fight against ghosts from all directions on the road, and their wives, daughters and parents shed tears. Next to the bridge, I begged the gods of heaven and earth to bless my man in Yinshan Village to return home in good condition..."
"In the year of Gengzi, Xin Siyue, Xin Chou Day, the first day of May, there were wars in Beijing, the rumbling of artillery, the stabbing of gunfire, and heard from hundreds of miles away. The relatives of the family were all worried, praying in the ancestral temples day and night... "
"Xin Siyue, Yisi Day, the fifth day of May, during the Dragon Boat Festival, there are no women making rice dumplings, no one is happy, no one is playing, and all are sad.
This person is named Wang Wu, who is 30 and eight years old. He has one son and two daughters. He is a kind man. He is a good farmer to help his neighbors cut wheat. His wife is crying in front of the corpse, and her hands are trembling. The corpse, without right hand and right foot, said it was blown to pieces by evil spirit firearms and could not be collected. "
"Wang Wu, one son and two daughters shook the body, shouting blankly, Wang Wu shouldn't."
"... On the eighth day of May, I returned to the group of corpses, with white faces arranged on wooden frames and placed at the entrance of the village. Everyone in the village stood in front of the corpses, silent. A few hours later, Mr. Zhang from the village stepped forward and shook his hands to uncover the cloth, howling loudly, calling out his nicknames, his tears gurgling, and he fainted in front of the corpse..."
…
"On May 23, all the young and strong in Yinshan Village will return, and there will be no survivors."
"On May 27th, it is suitable to move the ground, travel, bury, and return home. Most of the young and strong have incomplete bones. They do not enter the ancestral tombs as usual. They are buried at the foot of the opposite mountain. For forty-nine days, although he did not enter the ancestral grave, he was buried with great gifts."
…
"On July 20th, all the righteous men died, and the foreign ghosts were rampant. They went to Beijing without stopping, burning, killing, looting, and doing no evil. The fire burned smoke, and Yinshan Village was faintly visible."
"The imperial court does nothing, let ghosts eat people, and come down within three days."
"On the seventh day of September, there are rumors in Beijing that the court and foreign ghosts are discussing matters. In order to show their sincerity, they will hand over the villages where the people involved and their relatives are located to the evil spirits. Keep marching, ceding territory, punishing the mob, and show sincerity."
"In Yinshan Village, there are only women, children, old and weak, and they have no resistance. Under sorrow, they would rather die than surrender. In order not to be humiliated, the young and strong survivors jumped to the bridge and died, holding umbrellas and died, and they did not look at them."
"I would rather be a ghost under the bridge than a bitch in front of the hall."
…
"What's all this mess?!" Kong Xuyang became more and more angry as he watched, "has nothing to do with that Taoist zombie fart, is there any more?"
Yang Zhi glanced at the more and more ghosts being blocked from the zombies. He couldn't help shivering and his face was pale. He didn't even dare to make the movement of shaking his head to Kong Xuyang too obvious, for fear of angering him: "No, no NS."
"If you don't have it, don't dig!" Kong Xuyang kicked Yang Zhi on the head, his face was congested with anger.
Mu Sicheng, who was next to him, watched this scene and couldn't help but sneered: "Only a stupid person will let his teammates anger."
Kong Xuyang's forehead and temple jumped, and he walked over and raised his hand to give Mu Sicheng a knife, but halfway through, he saw the fangs at the corner of Mu Sicheng's mouth and stopped again.
Mu Sicheng has now become a zombie after being hit by the corpse poison. If he walks over to Mu Sicheng and desperately gave him a bite, he will suffer.
His energy is almost exhausted now, and he can no longer finely manipulate the zombies guarding Mu Sicheng to kill Mu Sicheng. He can only simply let the zombies watch Mu Sicheng...
And if the zombie bites Mu Sicheng again, but Mu Sicheng's mental value drops below 20 and is not dead, then more troublesome things will happen.
Prioritize matters, don't waste energy, look for the almanac first!
Kong Xuyang's raised hand paused for a moment, he took a deep breath, then slammed his hand down, turned around and pinned the calendars to his waist, squatted down, and continued to dig the grave with Yang Zhi.
Mu Sicheng looked at the almanac on Kong Xuyang's waist, the monkey paws that were cut behind him by the zombie moved, and slowly let out a long breath.
He just tried to irritate Kong Xuyang to come over and steal the almanac from his waist. He didn't expect that Kong Xuyang's foolishness at this time, his brain reacted soberly, no matter how he yelled, he didn't give his eyes anymore.
Mu Sicheng glanced darkly at the copper wall and iron wall surrounded by zombies. Although it was swaying under the besieging of ghosts, it still looked like it could not be shaken in a short time.
Kong Xuyang was right, the assassin he had hidden could last him to find all the almanacs.
If the yellow calendar is as Bai Liu said, hiding the key to this game, wouldn't it be that Kong Xuyang really won as he said
And Bai Liu and these ghosts are outside the wall, and I don’t know how long Bai Liu can survive...
The fangs on Mu Sicheng's mouth grew longer and longer, his face was a cyan close to the corpse, his breathing became rapid, and he visually inspected the distance between him and Kong Xuyang.
This distance can be filled with a burst of energy, that is, he can now suddenly burst into a surprise attack, steal the calendar from Kong Xuyang's waist and throw it outside the zombie wall.
But if he rushes forward forcibly, the zombie behind Mu Sicheng will definitely attack him again, and Kong Xuyang will be furious and will definitely kill him. Under the dual offensive of the zombie and Kong Xuyang, Mu Sicheng feels like he It won’t be long before you burp.
… I just don’t know if Bai Liu can decrypt this thing in time, find the secret of the Taoist zombie, and then come to rescue him.
With so many steps, I want to know that it is definitely too late to cooperate, and he will probably get cold if he insists.
Mu Sicheng took a deep breath—
But don’t know why, when he thought that the person outside was Bai Liu, no matter how outrageous the operation was, he still thought it could—
-Take a gamble!
Mu Sicheng stared at the almanac on Kong Xuyang's waist, took a deep breath, lowered his body, and showed his right paw and rushed past Kong Xuyang's waist. Almost at the same time, the zombies behind him followed closely. The body swayed and there was an afterimage, and with his mouth wide open, he was about to bite on Mu Sicheng's back.
Kong Xuyang's reaction was also extremely quick. The anger in his eyes had not yet risen, and the short knives in his hand were backhanded in a row, blocking his waist and swung outwards, swinging away the claws that Mu Sicheng had stretched out.
But what Kong Xuyang didn't expect was that Mu Sicheng did not roll over to block the zombies behind him as he expected. Instead, regardless of him, he grabbed Kong Xuyang's short knife with his right paw and pulled it forward, pulling Kong Xuyang in front of him.
In Kong Xuyang’s stunned and unprepared eyes, Mu Sicheng was abruptly bitten by the zombie behind him on his back, and then used his left hand to hook away the calendar from Kong Xuyang’s waist, and tore away the person who had not yet reacted. The almanac thrown by Yang Zhigang from the graveyard was made into a ball and threw it out, sternly: "Bai Liu, the almanac has come out!"
The zombies behind Mu Sicheng bit him tightly, and he was choked with black blood from being bitten.
From the place where the zombie was bitten, the corpse poison was continuously injected into Mu Sicheng's body, and his face faded in an instant.
Mu Sicheng propped his hands on the ground, gasping for breath, his breath was rancid, his eyes were black, his fangs were about to reach his lower jaw, and his throat roared with blood thirsty.
Kong Xuyang watched as Mu Sicheng threw the almanac that he had collected so hard, and was so angry that every muscle on his face trembled uncontrollably. He never calmed down again this time, holding a short knife. He was about to insert into Mu Sicheng's heart ruthlessly: "Mu Sicheng!!"
The tip of the short knife pierced Mu Sicheng's back, but it seemed to be stuck on some tough animal leather.
Kong Xuyang's movements suddenly changed, and his face suddenly changed.
Oops!
After being bitten twice, Mu Sicheng's mental value dropped by twenty!
[System warning: The player Mu Sicheng's mental value drops to 17, entering the panel frenzy state! 】
Mu Sicheng slowly raised his scarlet eyes, twisted his head and turned his shoulders a few times, rubbing his fists, and stood up against the zombie who was still biting on his back. Two monkey paws, looking condescendingly at Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi who were backing away, slowly raised their eyebrows:
"No wonder Bai Liu left me here in no hurry to save me."
"It turns out that this game still has this kind of crazy setting." Mu Sicheng stretched out his tongue to lick away the blood stains on his mouth, red light in his eyes looming, and he split his mouth and smiled evilly, "It's really interesting, I like it."
Kong Xuyang's voice was sharp and harsh, and he made a palm with one hand: "The zombie is back! Protect me!"
The enclosed zombie wall quickly shrunk inward to surround Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi.
These zombie walls were shrunk while being beaten by Mu Sicheng. They narrowly shrunk to half. The specifications are no longer comparable to the previous ones. Kong Xuyang's face is pale, and there is no blood and blood. These zombies resisted, coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, and weakly urged Yang Zhi: "Quick, dig!"
Yang Zhiqiang resisted not looking out, digging the grave wholeheartedly, his eyes were red, his breathing was short, his subordinates used force, digging fast under the pressure of the desire to survive.
It doesn't make any sense to do anything now, you can only end the game by digging a grave!
Yang Zhiqiang settled his mind, digging the two graves together, digging the two graves together, but Yang Zhi noticed something was wrong with the two graves halfway through.
The burial objects in this tomb include all kinds of incomplete and exquisite ancient gold and silver jewelry and Chinese porcelain. In the middle is a good-sized lambskin diary. English alphabet.
Yang Zhiman dug a few more times in doubt, and saw a Western-style hexagonal coffin. He opened the lid of the coffin and glanced at the grave. He screamed in surprise, and sat down on the ground, kicking back. A few steps, shaking fingers in the coffin, tremblingly said: "Kong, Brother Kong, look at the people in the coffin..."
Kong Xuyang followed Yang Zhi's fingers and looked into the coffin subconsciously, and it also froze.
Inside the coffin lay two corpses dressed in foreign clothes. The two corpses were dressed in foreign clothes and lined with road robes. The strange thing is their faces.
The faces of the two corpses are exactly the same as those of Yang Zhi and Kong Xuyang.
Yang Zhi backed away in shock, crying in his voice: "Brother Kong, what's going on?! How come there are corpses that look the same as us!"
Kong Xuyang stared at the two corpses motionlessly as if a nightmare, his face was blue and white for a long time, and he muttered to himself:
"The tomb thief who stole things from Yinshan Village a hundred years later, the fake foreign devil who robbed things from Yinshan Village a hundred years ago..."
"If the Taoist priests of Maoshan sorcery are in Shouyinshan Village, then the decent magicians of Maoshan should be..."
Between the lightning and the fire, everything was connected in Kong Xuyang's mind. He suddenly opened the Maoshan Taoist book that he had stolen from behind the temple. He didn't see any notes from the beginning to the end, and then Kong Xuyang seemed to think of it suddenly. What, stack up the book and look to the side.
The page on the side reads in English:
[On April 17, 1901, two masters were specially invited to assist us in attacking Yinshan Village with decent magic, and thank you very much afterwards].