Seeing that everyone was silent, Young Master Tang went on to say: "Or, the civilization of the Jing clan, from beginning to end, there is only one king?"
There is only one king in this nation, a king who is constantly resurrected from death and resurrection.
Mr. Gu rarely took the initiative to speak with Young Master Tang, “Perhaps it is due to the customs of the Xiao people. After the body of the second king came here, the body of the previous king was transported to other places.”
"No, the content on the wall is very likely to be true. This is indeed the place where the king of the Shaan tribe is reincarnated, or the place of resurrection. This is a good explanation as there is only one corpse, because the Shaan tribe has always been there. , There is only one king."
"Then why did the king of the Jing clan that we saw just now have not been resurrected, but has been placed there as a corpse?" the big man asked.
Mr. Gu shook his head, "You need to go to the underground palace of the Jing clan to know, whether you are resurrected from the dead or what, you will know when you go to the underground palace." He said, he waved his hand: "Let's go."
And I was still immersed in the last question of the big man.
If this is really the resurrection place of the Suzu clan, why is the king of the Suzu clan placed there as a corpse
But, is that really a corpse
I remembered that when I walked from the high platform to the altar, I walked up the stairs and heard two footsteps.
I turned my head and looked at the endless divine way behind me. We had already walked a long way. Behind me, the king of the shaan tribe should have been reduced to ashes in the dust explosion.
I shook my head, stopped thinking, and kept up with the team.
At this moment, Mr. Gu didn't know why he didn't ask me to go thunder in the front, but let me follow at the end.
I was also happy, slowly following the back, and the one who walked in front of me was Lao Chen.
After the group walked for a while, the old man seemed to be unable to hold his body. He hadn't spoken since the beginning, and was gasping for breath all the time.
I said in my heart that I was so old, why are you still here? I was thinking, just in front of my eyes, Lao Chen slowly fell to the ground.
The sound of the human body hitting the slate floor alarmed the people in front. Mr. Gu saw that Old Chen had fallen, squeezed over and squatted in front of Old Chen: "What's wrong?"
Old Chen didn't speak, fell to the ground and convulsed.
Even I could see that he was wrong, and several people leaned forward.
Under the light beam of the flashlight, his skin was entangled with black lines, and strands of black smoke overflowed from his pores, slowly drifting in the air.
Eyes were closed tightly, and black and turbid blood flowed out of his mouth and nose.
I remembered that because of Old Chen's short body, he was the only one who was completely submerged by the black mist when he was on the high platform.
Those bugs, following Old Chen's ears, eyes, nose, and mouth, have entered his body and are multiplying crazily.
Mr. Gu said with a sullen face, "Old Chen, nod his head when he hears me."
Old Chen was still convulsing, he had lost consciousness.
Mr. Gu gritted his teeth, and more and more black smoke spilled from Lao Chen's body, and his body was now full of bugs.
"Old Chen." Mr. Gu took the gun from the hand of the man and said in a deep voice, "When we set out, we thought that someone might not be able to go back, but I didn't expect it to be you for so many years," he pulled down the insurance." You've been to so many places, and I didn't expect that you will be in Sichuan when you are old." He slowly raised his pistol.
At this time I finally understood what Mr. Gu wanted to do. (End of this chapter)