Seventeen bodies in total. Most of wWW, QuAnBen-XIaoShuo, and cOm have rotted away, but it is not difficult to tell from the items they carry with them. They are all disciples of Wen Bucao, most of them are Wen Leyang's brothers, and a few are uncles and elders. All the corpses had hideous faces, their orifices and finger joints were filled with soil, and they were buried vertically, as if they were under some spell and suddenly sank into the soil while walking, and were buried alive to death.
Fortunately, there was no dead person among the deceased, nor the four grandfathers. They should be the disciples sent by the uncle to Mount Emei to look for the four grandfathers. Wen Leyang rested for a while and then began to dig a hole to bury them again. He silently recited the names of his relatives and swore an oath to take them back to the Wen family's ancestral grave as soon as the matter was over and pray for the deceased to bless the four elders.
After burying the body, Wen Leyang punched the ground hard. The soil was like ice and snow that suddenly encountered charcoal, and suddenly turned into nothing. One of Wen Leyang's right arms was sunk deep into the ground.
Jiudingshan Wenjia Village is located in western Sichuan. These deceased people, like Wen Leyang, entered Mount Emei from the west. The place where the corpses were buried was a gentle hillside. Basically, the Wen family's children had to pass through here when rushing to Zhanyan Peak. After the four parents led the dead elite into Mount Emei, Wen Tunhai sent his children several times to find out the news. Unexpectedly, most of them were buried alive by the enemy here.
When Xiao Laojiao saw that there was no one from the Luo family in the body, she breathed a sigh of relief. Then she felt something was wrong: "Yes... someone is ambushing here, brothers and uncles of the Wen family..." As he spoke, he followed the family rules. , salute to the new graves lined up on the ground to comfort the souls of the dead.
After placing all the corpses, Wen Leyang closed his eyes and rested. When a glimmer of dawn just came out of the sky, he picked up Xiao Yi and rushed towards Zhanyan Peak.
Little Pepper's eyes were red, and the zombie baby followed her dejectedly...
Another day later, Wen Leyang and his party stood on the top of an unknown and dangerous peak. The scenery in front of them suddenly became much clearer. They could see the layers of mountains and there was a light mist everywhere. Xiao Yi turned over the map and pointed his hand at the sight. At the end is a steep mountain that seems to have been carved out by a sky axe: "That's Zhanyan Peak!"
Looking from a distance, Zhanyan Peak is trapped in the endless mountains, exuding a tough momentum, which is incompatible with the graceful and round mountains around it. It is like a lone wolf among the sheep, which makes people stand out at a glance. Can be recognized.
After descending from the nameless dangerous peak, the terrain gradually became more open and flat. Although there were still rocks and winter forests under their feet, it was no longer as steep as when they first entered the mountain. What surprised them even more was that the winter mountain, which should have been desolate, turned out to be Gradually it became lively.
From time to time, people cross the valley or climb over the mountains, and groups gather from all directions in the direction leading to Zhanyan Peak. These people are dressed in different costumes, including men, women and children. There are old women with white powder and red flowers, old men with chins that are almost bent to the tops of their feet, young people wearing Adidas Nikes, and some holding mobile phones in their hands looking for signal jacks all over the world. A middle-aged man who keeps complaining.
There is lightness and nimbleness in body movement. There are solid steps on the ground. Without exception, their eyes were shining with light. As soon as they meet each other. Or say hello loudly and familiarly. Or they look at each other with evil expressions.
All these people are strange. The temperament is unruly and unruly. Even if it appears in Wangfujing. I guess the next day's Sina headlines would be "Aliens sneak into Beijing for shopping?" 》. The subtitle is - Beijing welcomes you.
It's even more incredible that they appear in the middle of nowhere and deep in the mountains. Sure enough, there was someone who looked like a reporter in the crowd. Keep taking pictures with your camera. A big fat man showing his protective hair was not happy. He came over and cursed angrily: "Slap a bird feather. You are infringing on my right to portrait!" He held up his big hand like a cattail leaf fan as he spoke. He knocked the camera out of the reporter's hand.
The reporter screamed angrily. He turned his hand and threw a three-inch long knife into the sky. The knife is long in the wind. Just look at the fat man's head and call him down. The big fat man also screamed strangely. He stretched out his hand and pulled out a big mace from the air.
A group of people jumped over to break up the fight. The reporter saw that the fight was impossible. He spat fiercely: "We journalists have the right to interview and take photos!"
Little Pepper looked at this group of people. His face turned blue and white. Xiao Yi simply hid behind Wen Leyang.
Comparing this group of weirdos, Wen Jiu and Wen Shisan are already very qualified Earthlings.
These people were heading in the same direction as Wen Leyang. Just when Wen Leyang was wondering whether to avoid them, an old man in his sixties with a goatee walked up to him and asked him in a thick Tianjin accent: "What are you doing?" Damn it!"
The old man's back was straight, his beard and head were combed meticulously, and there was a sharp aura exuding from his whole body. Wen Leyang felt that what was poking in front of him was not a person, but a sharp knife.
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Monk Shuijing stood on the top of a mountain ridge, his eyes flashing fiercely as he kept looking around. The golden chime floated quietly in mid-air, and from time to time it made loud metal roars like loud bells. Every time there was a loud sound, the sound waves would ripple. Opening the air, leaving layers of ripples in the sky, the monk searched for a while and impatiently yelled at the old Taoist not far away: "Where are the people?"
The old Taoist was holding the little flying sword and picking the black mud from his nails: "Run away."
The monk stomped his feet unwillingly and reached out to pull the string of Buddhist beads around his neck. Old Taoist Jifei screamed in fright and jumped up in a hurry to hold the monk's hand: "You are crazy!"
The monk's face was full of anger, and the black ash on his face was squeezed down: "This bitch is so vicious! He actually used the mountain coffin magic. If I hadn't found it in time, you and I would still have those few Baby, he has to bury him alive! Get out of here and I will release the magic beads to dig him out..."
The old Taoist firmly held the monk's hand: "Do you know where this place is? This is Mount Emei! If you put eighteen beads out to climb the mountain, you may not be able to find the bastards, but the old goblin will definitely dig up a lot of them!" "It's a pity that Wen Jiu and Wen Shisan are not with them, otherwise they would happily come over and ask: Do you also know the old goblin?"
Monk Shuijing was stunned for a moment, and he put down his hand from the prayer beads angrily: "Then what should I do, just let the bastard run away?"
"Your bald head is full of hair, right? Why is that little bastard hiding in Mount Emei and stabbing people in the back?"
Shui Jing reached out and called back the small chime in the sky: "You mean...Zhan Yanfeng?"
The old Taoist nodded slowly and smiled evilly: "That old ghost is so treacherous..."
The monk rolled his eyes and said, "Are you speaking human language?"
Jifei didn't take it seriously, his eyes flashed with a cunning light: "Stop talking nonsense, let's go quickly, there won't be any fun if it's late!"
The monk smiled, an expression that could only appear on the face of a little fox who had just stolen an old hen, suddenly blooming on his big silver face. (Quanben Novel Network www.QuAnBen-XIaoShuo.com)