Tianwei Chapter 249: Alive (7)
The diffuse corpse gas quickly covered the entire Zhonghuang Mountain.
The flowers and plants withered, and it was difficult for people and animals to get close. The practitioners watching from outside the mountain moved further away. They watched and talked from afar, but no one dared to get close.
But it is different for the practitioners in the mountains. They have never seen a witch, let alone Kunlun.
For newborn calves, there is nothing to be afraid of, whether it is a white-browed tiger or a spotted tiger, because in their eyes there is only curiosity, and perhaps caution, but this word is usually placed second.
Someone shouted at the witch: Who are you?
Except for the three of us, the old Taoist priest and I, no one knew how or when Wu got in. So although they instinctively felt threatened, they mostly thought that there was one more person competing for the treasure.
Wu's voice was loud and clear, and it kept echoing in the belly of the mountain. Wisps of black air emanated from his body, mixing with the surrounding corpse air. They entangled, rolled, and drifted, and then slowly seeped into the ground.
What is he doing? I asked.
The old Taoist priest replied.
This answer made me want to vomit blood. Damn it, of course I know it's cooking! Otherwise, is it cooking?
What is he doing? I looked at Yang Fu next to me and asked the question again.
Hmm... Yang Fu thought about it seriously, then frowned, hesitated, and said: How to do it?
You uncle! You two uncles!
It's the same answer, why are you hesitating? Are you pretending to be profound?
I thought his brain could tell his mouth to say something valuable after thinking, but I didn't expect that he was just like the old Taoist. The mouths of these two people must have been processed in the same factory! Their cerebellums were also bought from the same street stall! What a low-quality product!
I was worried about my mother's life or death, but I knew that what Wu was going to do next must be very important. With my mother's ability, if she couldn't resist, then I couldn't do it even if I had 18 heads. So when I saw her being taken away, I calmed down immediately after the initial panic.
This was the first time I wasn’t so anxious. It was a strange feeling. I didn’t have that panicky feeling in my heart. In the past, when something happened to me or my family, I would be like a bun being chased by a dog. I was confused and messy.
Perhaps, I was too confident in my mother?
Or maybe, the mother will not be in any danger?
While Wu was comforting herself, new changes began to occur.
After the mixed corpse gas poured into the ground, the Zhonghuang Mountain, which had been shaking continuously, became even more intense. More corpse gas poured out from the ground, and I saw that the dust and corpse fragments were like springs, bouncing on the ground continuously.
The shaking of the void world also deepened, but I had no premonition that my power was exhausted. At the same time, a hand was placed on my shoulder. Looking back, I saw the old Taoist nodding at me. This warmed my heart. With him around, I felt much more at ease.
It will be fine, said the old Taoist priest.
I hummed and felt calmer.
Northeastern Ma family, may I ask where you are from... Someone asked loudly, but before I could finish the sentence, I heard a "puff". The person who spoke immediately shouted in surprise: What the hell!
The "puff puff" sound continued, and the witch's voice became louder, occupying the entire space of the mountain, spreading to every inch of space and every bit of land.
More black air mixed with the corpse air seeped into the ground, and at this moment, the soil next to me flew up. I was horrified to see a rotten corpse crawling out from the ground.
The corpse was half rotten, and the flesh was clinging to the bones, wrinkled and covered with dirt. It was wearing armor, and although the color was a bit dark, it was obvious that it was made of metal, most likely bronze.
In his hand, he held a spear. It was also made of smelted metal, heavy and trembling with the movement of the corpse. The tip of the spear was not that sharp, but it gave people the oppressive feeling of a heavy sword without a blade.
This is... My mouth opened wide because what was happening before my eyes was too unimaginable.
This is simply the real-life version of Resident Evil, and the extras playing the zombies are all Chinese...
I couldn't help but look at the witch who was still speaking loudly. Could it be that he came here just to resurrect the corpse?
They are soldiers from the Qin Dynasty, the old Taoist priest said beside him, his tone a little heavy.
Are you sure? That person died thousands of years ago, he should have turned into bones long ago, I said.
It is not difficult to keep it from decaying for a thousand years, said the old Taoist priest.
There is no need to refute this, because there are indeed many thousand-year-old corpses that have not decayed to this day. However, the decayed corpse in front of me is too tall. I am a little over 1.8 meters tall, and it is almost the same height as me.
When the corpse appeared, part of the black gas no longer mixed with the corpse gas, but merged into its body. The soil fell quickly, and the corpse made a crackling sound, and even the copper weapons seemed bright.
Soon, the rotting corpse in front of me underwent a completely new transformation. In the world of nothingness, I could see wisps of corpse qi still being injected into its body, and its body became increasingly strong. Its muscles no longer atrophied, and although they were not as strong as those of a living person, they were slightly bulging, as if they had been re-injected with vitality.
There were no eyeballs in the eye sockets, but two balls of black gas. Occasionally, something flashed in the gas. It looked like a rune, like words, or like an irregular light.
This was just the corpse that I was most concerned about, and around them, more corpses were crawling out of the ground. They were holding weapons in their hands, wearing metal armor, and had a creepy aura. The entire mountain was filled with a weird atmosphere.
At first, a small number of corpses appeared, and the practitioners attacked them out of fear. Those attacks often broke the corpses into pieces, but as time passed, the corpses' bodies became harder and harder. Ordinary Taoist methods could hardly cause any damage to them. When hundreds of corpses appeared, all the practitioners no longer hesitated. They panicked and retreated along the way they came.
The hole on the "city wall" that was more than ten meters wide became a bloody battleground. Nearly two hundred practitioners were fighting to get out first, and no one was thinking about the immortal hiding place anymore.
The three of us did not move. The power of the witch completely blocked the entire Zhonghuang Mountain. Apart from the witch power, other powers were difficult to use. The Taoist power in my body has been consumed. At this moment, I am borrowing the power of the old Taoist to maintain the world of nothingness.
Groups of rotten corpses crawled out, and when their number reached a peak and almost filled the entire mountain, the witch's voice stopped.
He raised one hand and waved it left and right in front of him, as if he was shouting or issuing an order: Find him...
The sound was dry, like the rubbing of tree bark. Some of the thousands of corpses turned around, their movements were in perfect unison, with a kind of stunning beauty. Then, the corpses, holding weapons, advanced in all directions.
"tread"
"tread"
"tread"
The footsteps were also in unison, as if they were made by one person. This reminded me of the formation training of modern armies, but could the Qin people thousands of years ago also do this? Was it always like this when they were alive, or was it because of the power of witches?
The language of the witch is not Mandarin, but a strange language. But I can understand the meaning behind it. Who does he want to find?
At this time, the march of the corpses stopped.
Because next to the Qin Wen stele, the last rotten corpse also woke up.
It was taller and the armor it wore was black and almost rotten, because it was not copper, but iron. It had no weapon in its hand, but only a small object.
At this time, it raised the thing in its hand and shouted in a strange tone: Wang Ling, guard the sky!
The corpses all stopped moving forward, their bodies were shaking. And I also saw that the tall corpse next to the stone tablet was holding something that was about seven or eight centimeters long and looked like a crawling tiger.
It was a tiger talisman. The old Taoist priest looked at it carefully and recognized its origin at a glance. Then, he said something that shocked me even more: That should be Bai Qi.
I looked at the rotten corpse not far to the right in surprise. It was taller and more sturdy than the soldiers, with a few messy hairs on its head. However, due to the decay of its armor, its half-rotten body did not look as mighty as the legend said, but rather looked very lonely.
It's like a master who was full of vigor and invincible in his youth, but suddenly reached old age with gray hair and unable to even chew meat. It's a kind of sadness.
However, it stood straight, holding the tiger talisman in its hand, and shouted: Wang Ling, guard the sky!
This was the second time this sound was heard, and it became clearer and clearer.
Some black air was floating out of it. It was very faint and almost invisible if you didn't look carefully. This tiny bit of black air climbed up stubbornly and drilled into the eye socket. The black air that was originally stationed in the eye socket blended with it, but it was somewhat repelled.
The rotten corpse "Bai Qi" was shaking slightly, and his hand holding the tiger talisman was a little unstable.
As it shouted, the corpses that were originally walking in all directions also had the same black air floating out of their bodies. This black air was entangled with the gas of the same color in their eye sockets, as if they were about to blend, and as if they were about to decide the winner.
Wu looked over. There was also a ball of black air in his eye sockets, but compared to this time, it was as bright as a lamp. The black light was spinning in his eye sockets, and strange runes flashed, collided, and disappeared...
Eh… the old Taoist exclaimed.
What's wrong? I asked quickly.
These rotten corpses also seem to have some faint magical power, the old Taoist said.
oh?
I don't know much about witch power, I just know a little bit from the senior in Yuanling. It's very strange... After thinking for a while, the old Taoist said: Even if they can last for two thousand years without decaying, they should not have witch power. What's more, their own witch power seems to be competing with the witch's power.
We must stop Wu, he might attack Bai Qi! Yang Fu said anxiously.
Huh? I looked at him in surprise.
Understanding my doubts, Yang Fu explained: Wu obviously wants to summon the three thousand soldiers left here by Qin Shi Huang to do something. But no matter what he does, it will not be beneficial to the real world. If these three thousand corpses are allowed to go out, the world will be in chaos... By then, I don't know how many people will die.
This does make sense, but how can we stop the witch with only the three of us?
There was a loud bang, and it seemed like a huge explosion happened outside the mountain. I looked out from the crack in surprise, and saw a black light bursting out in the distance. The light rose from the ground, full of strange energy.
The old Taoist frowned and was about to speak when a black light suddenly hit Zhonghuang Mountain. The light flashed and disappeared without a trace.
I looked outside in astonishment. What just happened? What was that thing just now?
Witch power…the old Taoist priest whispered.
Is it him? I looked at Wu in surprise. This attack method was incredible. He could launch a fierce attack from such a distance without even moving his body?
Or is it that there is more than one witch walking out of the Kunlun Mountain?
When Old Liao and Liao Xian'er were fighting for the immortality elixir beside the corpse of the god Yu Yu, the old man from Yuanling said that two witches from ancient times had been resurrected. According to mythology, there were at least six witch doctors who wanted to resurrect the god Yu Yu with the immortality elixir!
Six witches from ancient mythology... Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle. If six witch doctors walked out of the ancient world at the same time, it would feel like having six nuclear bombs in your house, ready to explode at any time.
The wind howled, and a roar sounded in the distance. Looking out from the crack, a dozen miles away, a tall figure stood up from the ground.
This figure is over a hundred meters tall, and its body is extremely strong and powerful. There is no doubt that it is the clay figure of Jiuqiu.
At this moment, I suddenly remembered that that direction was exactly where Jiuqiu placed the imperial platform.
Wu, why would you launch an attack there?
Whatever the reason, it is impossible to know now. Because the black light in Wu's eyes became stronger, his hand that was originally swinging left and right stopped, and his body turned to the rotten corpse "Bai Qi".
Bai Qi showed no fear at all. He still held the tiger talisman high and shouted: "Wang Ling! Shou Tian!"
With a wrinkled body and a few wisps of messy hair, it no longer had the bravery it once had. This made people feel sad, a generation of killing god, unknown to the world, was consumed to death in the mountains.
Alas... the old Taoist sighed and said: The obsession is too strong. Even if the body dies, there is still a trace of it. The witch power can awaken the soul, but it makes it have...
Before I could finish my sentence, I heard a furious shout from outside: One finger! The mountain is broken!
A giant finger as thick as a pillar pointed at the crack with a roar. With a loud bang, rocks flew everywhere. The crack, which was originally more than one meter long, quickly expanded several times after being pointed at by the Nine Hills Clay Man.
Such a big commotion naturally alarmed Wu. The manic aura of the clay figures was overwhelming, and in the distance, two more clay figures rose from the ground and rushed over here.
He is injured, the old Taoist said calmly.
After he reminded me, I noticed that although the clay figurine was still powerful, its movements were not so agile. Especially his right arm, which did not move at all. Even the Jiangshan Finger just now was sent out with his left hand.
At this time, a huge picture of mountains and rivers poked out from the crack, crushing the gravel fiercely, making continuous explosions. The clay man was like an invincible road worker, trying hard to clear a smooth road.
I was stunned for a while. Although I didn't know what happened, I felt that it was very amazing...
