Order is like a fence. After staying inside the fence for a long time, people will take it for granted that most things in the world should be like this, the air is filled with truth, goodness and beauty, the stream flows with sweet wine, and all things in the world should be harmonious.
But there are always some people, and there are always times, when there is no order.
For example, the old belt in front of me,
He had just killed his "family", well, those black figures, let's call them his family;
What he was looking for was just a token of allegiance, or it could be said that what he was looking for was a step to promotion.
Their ancestor was a servant who knelt before the Bone Throne of the Nether Sea. Maybe Ying Gou thought that he was diligent and could help him clean up the bones and other debris, so he stayed.
That ancestor must have been of humble status and not at a very high level of life, otherwise he would have been used by Ying Gou to raise the bone throne a notch higher, and his blood would have been used to make wine.
But despite this, that servant was second only to the emperor in that era.
The eunuchs and attendants in the ancient palace were nominally the emperor's servants. They were servile in the palace, but once they were sent out, they had the power and prestige of local lords.
Perhaps, in the eyes of the old man, the ancestors of that time were beings of high status;
Yes, what Lawyer An might be pursuing is the status of an elder.
But after Ying Gou's death, the ancestor hid the bone throne. It is hard to say whether he really intended to steal it for himself, or whether he kept it for safekeeping to prevent the throne that Ying Gou valued most from falling into the dirty hands of others, as the time was too long ago.
But now the descendants of that person, that is, the clan of Lao Dai, in order to survive and reproduce, generation after generation, have transformed themselves into this appearance;
Saying that monsters are not monsters, saying that humans are not humans, and saying that ghosts are not ghosts is a continuation, and even more a torture.
The opportunity for change may lie here.
But no matter how many reasons there are, whether noble or base;
Boss Zhou would not be afraid of the boss because he thought the boss was cruel and killed his family.
Because even now,
Zhou Ze didn't really believe him either.
Rather than trusting a stranger you just met for a few days,
Zhou Ze still prefers to believe the bag of potatoes in his shoulder bag.
This is a very simple plot, just like an honest old farmer who cannot understand the changing direction of the stock market, but he knows that as long as there is food in his barn, his life can be truly stable.
"Boss, this way please."
The old boss wiped away his tears and led Zhou Ze forward.
There is a fence at the entrance of the mountain, with an archway on top and stone tablets on both sides.
The two stone tablets on the left and right are facing each other with the same painting. The people in the painting are kneeling. The painting is simple but straightforward.
You can understand this as the early ancestors of this clan warning their descendants to remember their identity as slaves and be loyal to their masters.
The old boss stopped and signaled Zhou Ze to stop as well.
Turning back:
"Boss, there is a formation ahead, the life gate is in the Zhen position, and we are facing east now, which is the northeast position."
"Array?"
“Yes.” The old man rolled his green-and-yellow eyes and continued, “When I came in, they had already sensed me. Because of the special way our tribe reproduces, the induction between us cannot be erased no matter what.
According to our previous arrangement, this formation is intended to trap you, and then we will open other formations one after another to suppress and lock you up."
"arrange?"
"Yes, according to the arrangement, my family members came to me to kill in order to gain your trust, so that you would relax your vigilance and trust me."
Zhou Ze did not comment.
Lao Dai stretched out his hands and jumped into the threshold. He pulled out black chains and threw himself in as if he were a stone, asking for directions and directly triggered the formation.
At this time, Zhou Ze was still outside the formation.
After the formation was activated, layers of dark light curtains pressed down, and each layer doubled the gravity;
It's like a piece of white paper folded twenty-five times can become taller than Mount Emei. As long as the gravity can be added layer by layer, even the strongest body will be crushed into dust.
Lao Dai looked very painful inside. His face was squeezed from a swollen round shape to a flat one, just like a piece of sea surface being squeezed hard in the hand. You could even see the juice being squeezed out of it.
Zhou Ze looked towards the northeast of the fence.
Reach out,
Nails grow out,
He said in a deep voice:
"newspaper."
The evil energy flowed from the fingertips, turning into a powerful impact force and rushing directly in that direction.
“Buzz!”
At that location, a figure also wearing a mask was knocked out.
He seemed to be completely immersed in controlling the formation and was not prepared for Zhou Ze's direct attack.
The evil spirit penetrated his body, madly devouring his essence;
Logically speaking, he shouldn't be so weak, but just as even the strongest master would be killed by a single cut on the neck, in this situation, Boss Zhou saw through it in advance and launched a sneak attack, killing him directly.
The masked man's body began to fall apart.
The formation he constructed also stopped being paralyzed.
The old man was crawling on the ground. He looked a lot thinner, and his face, although not as big as before, seemed more three-dimensional than before.
From a round face to a square face.
At this moment, Boss Zhou was thinking that he should let Lao Xu come in and learn this formation, so that he could use it to perform plastic surgery on others, and maybe he could even open a late-night plastic surgery hospital in the future.
Zhou Ze walked slowly to the old boss.
Lao Dai staggered to his feet again.
Pointing to the front,
Front,
It's the stairs leading up the mountain.
Its condition is even more rugged and bumpy than the old version of the stone steps on Mount Hua.
Well, most of the people living here walk by floating, so naturally they won’t spend too much time repairing these stairs which are of little use.
"There is a formation on the stairs. Go to the left first, and then go to the right after ten steps. This way you can avoid the pressure of this mountain on those who climb it."
The old boss didn't take much rest and dragged his tired and injured body up the stairs.
Zhou Ze didn't hesitate and followed the leader upstairs.
On the tenth floor, he changed direction and moved to the side. Zhou Ze didn't know whether there was any pressure from the mountain, but he did walk very easily.
Walking and walking,
We have reached the halfway point of the mountain.
There is a pavilion there.
There is a sculpture in the pavilion.
The sculpture is wearing ancient armor and looking straight up the mountain.
The old guide was like a tour guide. While helping Zhou Ze explore the way, he also introduced the local intangible cultural heritage to Zhou Ze.
“After the Bone Throne fell into the hands of my clan, all generations of my clan have been immersed in how to contact the Demon God suppressed in the Bone Throne. Because of the innate life level of my clan, my clan’s own development potential is not great, so we can only rely on the power of the Demon God.
This sculpture, whose name is "Liang Que", is a ferocious beast from ancient times. It once wreaked havoc in hell and attempted to disrupt the order of hell. It was killed and placed under the throne of bones.
He was one of the earliest batches and was considered the raw material when the Bone Throne first appeared. Therefore, he had the greatest resentment.
When our people began to try to communicate with the demon soul in the Bone Throne, he was the first one to respond. He established contact with our ancestors and concluded a contract.
Our tribe regards this as a new era of development, so we erected a sculpture here.
This sculpture is also a spiritual imprint of him, and he can come through here at any time."
As soon as the old man finished speaking,
The sculpture's eyes opened.
In the eyes,
With a hint of joking,
First, he swept towards the old belt,
Then he looked at Zhou Ze.
"Win hook?"
The sculpture spoke.
The old man clasped his hands together, bowed to the sculpture, and said sincerely:
"The master has returned to take back the throne. Please make way."
"Okay, let me, let me, hehe..."
The sculpture's laughter is eerie, but the choice of words is from the heart.
The boss turned to look at Zhou Ze and reported:
“Next, he will step aside, but he is good at soul magic. After you go up, he will use magic to confuse you and make you unable to move forward or backward. Then the rest of our tribe on the mountain will summon other demons to come and besiege you.
This is what we have arranged before. The threshold method is only to deplete the energy and blood of your physical body. Here, it is to deplete the power of your soul and make you exhausted both physically and mentally.
The way to break the impasse is to destroy this pavilion first."
“… …” sculpture.
Zhou Ze did not continue to climb the mountain, but walked into the pavilion and looked at the sculpture.
The sculpture was also staring at Zhou Ze.
“Ying Gou…are you this weak
I never thought that you would be like this today.
Last time, I lost to you, but this time, even if you destroy my spiritual imprint first, after you go up the mountain, I will let you taste the pain I felt when you suppressed me back then!
This is the fateful duel between you and me.
Between you and me,
There will be a battle.
There must be a winner! "
Zhou Ze tilted his head and continued to stare at the sculpture.
The sculpture saw that Zhou Ze was not in a hurry to destroy the pavilion, but was looking him up and down, left and right, which made him feel a little confused.
"Are you scared, Yinggou?"
"Hahaha, I didn't expect you would be scared too!"
"After losing your power, do you even lose your courage?"
"You are afraid of me, yes, you are afraid of me!"
Zhou Ze ignored the sculpture's words.
Just talking to myself:
"The armor is green. Does that make any impression?"
"The stripes are circled. Oh, and he has a tail at the back. Are you impressed?"
"He had a tumor on his head. Do you remember?"
"He has big feet, like a frogman. Haven't you remembered yet?"
"Oh, by the way, what's his name?"
Zhou Ze pointed at the sculpture but looked at Lao Dai.
"A good bird." replied the old boss.
"Oh, he said his name is Liangque, think about it again, think carefully, really, don't be lazy, think seriously."
final,
Zhou Ze sighed helplessly.
Looking at the sculpture,
Very seriously:
“Sorry, it’s not that I don’t want to cooperate with you and give you some respect and gaming experience.
But he said,
He really doesn't remember you."
“… …” sculpture.