The ground was pitch black, and when the zombie's pointed nails poked it, a spark emitted, igniting the oil lamp.
Of course, corpse oil is used here.
Look at the bones inside, including those of cattle, sheep, and humans.
It seems that the thousand-year-old zombies live in it.
The oil lamp illuminates the surrounding stone walls, which makes you wonder if you don’t look at them, but you will be shocked when you look at them.
The surrounding walls are densely engraved with poems and songs.
The whole page of poems seems to be even better than the works of the handed down masters.
If this place is excavated, it will definitely be another one in China.
A shocking cultural treasure.
What surprised me was that this was just the beginning.
I followed the zombies and walked in.
The colorful relief murals were carved lifelike, including pictures of magnificent mountains and rivers, pictures of gold and iron horses, and pictures of palace ladies, one after another, and the more I went in.
Later, the painting style became more tragic and sad, which seemed to make people cry.
Even a person like me who has no artistic ability was deeply affected by the sad atmosphere in the painting.
At this time, the zombie jumping in front suddenly stopped in front of a picture of thousands of horses galloping.
It unconsciously stretched out its sharp claws and made two random cuts on the mural.
Hey, God.
Just two random strokes on the horse's tail made the originally sad and depressed horse look energetic, and the artistic conception was completely different from the previous one.
I was stunned, God, couldn't all the calligraphy and paintings here be carved by this pot-bellied zombie?
This made me look at it with admiration.
Entering a small stone room, I saw a wooden box inside.
Seeing this wooden box, I immediately thought of the guqin I picked up in the Caribbean, which was exactly the same.
It seems that the zombies use it to make the sound of death.
But there is only Qin here, and there are no zombies.
The pot-bellied zombie took out the guqin from the wooden box.
This guqin was slightly different from the one I picked up, but they were very different.
They seemed to be a pair.
The sharp fingertips of the pot-bellied zombie scratched the strings, and a harsh sound came out, which made me uneasy.
He suddenly became restless and restless.
I suddenly realized in my heart that the pot-bellied zombie was the owner of this tomb, and it was also the one who made the sound of death.
It brought me in, probably because it wanted to lock me inside.
Thinking of this, I quickly took out the ghost exorcism charm and put it on it.
The situation was completely beyond my expectation.
The talisman was on the zombie.
It was ejected directly and burned into ashes in the air.
Strange.
The spell doesn't work on it.
This is not a Chinese zombie anymore.
It doesn't matter, the talisman can't kill you, I have other ways.
I took out the exorcism sword and struck the zombie with one strike.
The zombie stretched out his hand to resist, but a long and narrow crack was cut in his palm, causing him to scream in pain.
A roar blew me away, hitting the wall and falling down.
Fuck, the zombies are far more powerful than I imagined.
I think several spinal bones in my back were broken.
I can't even get up.
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But I saw that the zombies were not chasing me to kill me, but were crying and fussing angrily, as if they were extremely sad.
Suddenly, it grabbed the guqin and played it wildly.
The sound of the piano penetrated the space wantonly, and the sharp and harsh scales cut through the wall like a sharp blade, making crescent knife marks.
This is the sound of death that scares people and causes them to bleed to death.
But me.
But it is in this sad and angry piano music that I recall the scene of living on an isolated island.
Xue Ying was dying and sitting next to me.
I held the guqin and my fingers were dancing wildly like a man possessed.
The exciting piano music resists the darkness of the world, weeps on the rough coast, and mourns in the violent storm.
"Yingzi, I love you" when those three words fell to the ground.
The strings of the piano were broken as a result, and his fingers were dripping with blood.
The sound of the piano gradually stopped, and I listened to its death sound completely.
Not only did I not bleed to death, but the wounds on my body miraculously healed.
I looked at the zombie beside me who was in deep sorrow and asked: "Why don't you play anymore?"
The zombie lowered his head and stood up silently.
Go to the innermost stone room.
I followed it in and saw the zombie standing in front of a mural, unable to extricate itself for a long time.
The mural depicts an infatuated and beautiful woman, holding a Jiaotong pipa in her hands, wearing a neon feather coat, with flowing waves and affectionate eyebrows, but she is a woman that is unforgettable even at a glance.
"Her name is Zhou Ehuang, right?"
At this point, I have almost guessed the identity of the zombie.
The zombie nodded.
I have confirmed without a doubt that he is the passionate and talented Li Yu, who was greedy for pleasure when he was in power, but was full of talent when the country fell.
The one in the painting is none other than his first favorite concubine, Queen Zhou.
Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
The sorrow of losing the country, infatuation and hatred, when the sorrow that has been forgotten for thousands of years is brought back again, it is still so hurtful.
The zombie's cloudy eyes were filled with unbearable sadness.
"My condolences, everything has a cause and effect."
I know that Li Yu is a Buddhist believer, and this sentence is enough to enlighten him.
Sure enough, when he heard "Everything has a cause and effect", the zombie sighed deeply and stopped wallowing.
At this moment, I somewhat understood.
The zombie did not deliberately kill people, but it was out of temper and played the most beautiful music here, so it accidentally killed others.
It is already dead, and it is another tragic and subjugated king.
It is still buried in this death hole where it has suffered for generations.
Fortunately, it can still focus on poetry and paintings, and enjoy happiness in suffering.
I have completely lost the idea of killing it.
After leaving the stone chamber, I found that the bottom was already covered with carvings.
No wonder it ran up to the tree again to carve.
I tried to dissuade him: "Don't play the piano again if you have nothing to do.
It will hurt innocent people.
I will send people to bring you cattle, sheep, pens, ink, paper and inkstones regularly.
You can enjoy the rest of your life here."
The zombie nodded in understanding.
Taoist Wuji was able to withstand its death sound because of his strong magic power, but I really understood its pain.
Therefore, the zombies had a special feeling of gratitude and dependence on me, and when they sent me out, they looked reluctant to say goodbye.
Hey, the ancients were passionate.
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Unlike now, when communication is so convenient, once relatives and friends are separated, it is rare to get together again.
Not necessarily sad when I left.
The Taoist priests outside the stone monument faintly heard the thrilling sound of the piano.
Because the distance outside the stone monument was too far, it did not cause harm, but most people who entered the mountain had a narrow escape from death and it was difficult to escape alive.
Just as the owl was snickering secretly, Cui Xiaoman's voice was heard from the front.
"Go back, don't send it away, I will come to see you tomorrow."
Everyone was horrified and looked toward the forest, only to see the zombie following Cui Xiaoman and saying goodbye, which blinded everyone.
He was radiated by the sound of death without any harm.
Could it be that Cui Xiaoman's magic power is higher than that of Taoist Wuji?
Seeing this unexpected scene, Yujiu was completely dumbfounded.
All his wishful thinking came to nothing, and his plan to counterattack and seize power was completely shattered. aa2705221: