The loud shout of the bus was like a blow on the head, Cheng Xiao was full of wit, and suddenly reacted: Damn!
Cheng Xiao can't say what about this guy, because this kind of mind-stirring technique and the like usually appear in novels; And the talk of ghosts and zombies has always only existed in movie novels, and now he has not only met a thousand-year-old corpse, but also met someone who can use mindfulness, which has made his worldview for more than 20 years change dramatically, and he doesn't know how to describe this weird mood and situation for a while.He couldn't control his movements and his voice at all.The bus also roughly guessed that Cheng Xiao was confused, otherwise with his fear of that ghost, how could he take the initiative to go over.Wang Hong, you are dead now, it is better for you to tell us everything you know, at least we can make your death more comfortable.The bus looked coldly at Wang Hong in the corner, his eyes were full of disgust, it is not difficult to tell from your previous words, you have arranged everything for Cheng Zai'er from the beginning, what sacrifices one person to save everyone, and sacrifices and the like, you had better explain it to me fucking clearly.Even the bus, who knows the least about history, knows the concept of sacrifice.The 5,000-year-old sacrificial culture of the Chinese nation, sacrifices have always been the most tragic existence.From the ancient society period to the later feudal society, people generally divided sacrifices into living sacrifices and death sacrifices; A living sacrifice is a sacrifice to a god or a demon with a living sacrifice, while a death sacrifice is a sacrifice that is killed and disposed of in advance before being offered.Judging from the accidents and accidents that have happened in Cheng Xiao in the past few days, those supernatural events are not accidents at all.If you don't ask now, the rest of the story may be even more tricky.Cheng Xiao thinks the same as Daba, as a new new human in the 21st century, no matter how atheistic he was before, he no longer dares to think about things with the thinking of a normal person.I just watched a movie some time ago about five young people who don't want to be sacrificed to the dead and demons.Cheng Xiao's eyes lingered on Wang Hong and the ghost, and after looking at it several times, he said in a deep voice, Wang Hong, I don't care what your purpose is, I will never compromise anyway.As long as I'm not dead, I can't be willing to be a sacrifice and die as you think!
Wang Hong looked at Cheng Xiao and did not speak.It seems that he has no strength to speak, and he seems to have been touched by Cheng Xiao's words.The two sides were at a stalemate for a while, and the bus began to be a little impatient: if you don't say it, then the ghost brother in front of you won't be polite to you anymore.The bus also noticed that the ghost was obedient to Cheng Xiao's words, so he used the ghost as a shield.Wang Hong suddenly sneered: It's just a zombie with incomplete intelligence, you can still control him a little now, but when he fully wakes up, you will definitely regret it!
I think it's you who should regret it now!
Cheng Xiao's expression was slightly cold, and his always gentle temper couldn't bear to be calculated again and again, no matter what your purpose was, the brother in front of you was released by you, so the mess should also be cleaned up by you, why pull Lao Tzu on his back?
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Wang Hong stared at Cheng Xiao for a while, the blood on his body was no longer flowing as fast as before, and it was estimated that he had reached the end of the crossbow: We can't clean up the boss If he knew that I tried to seal him back, he would definitely not let me go.Wang Hong's gaze turned to the ceiling, and after being silent for a while, a bright light suddenly burst out, you!
Right!
You can stop this!
Cheng Xiao and the bus were both surprised.I saw Wang Hong suddenly turn his head and stare at Cheng Xiao again: You!
I'm telling you, you have to control this ancient corpse, and if you can't control him, kill him immediately!
The one who gave you the Jade Buddha before!
You go to him for help!
From now on, you can't trust anyone but yourself!
Never trust anyone!
After Wang Hong said this, his eyes suddenly burst out and protruded, purple-black blood flowed out of his seven orifices, and his neck twisted again, and there was no movement.The bus and Cheng Xiao didn't dare to approach Wang Hong and the ghost, so they could only stand in place and shout: Hey!
Seeing that the other party had not reacted, I thought that this guy might really be dead this time, and Nima actually died at a knot!
The bus couldn't help but curse in his heart.The hideous expression on Wang Hong's face before he died made Cheng Xiao's scalp tingle.Such a tragic death, although he did not do it himself, but after all, he died in front of his eyes, and it was also the first time he had died in such close contact.There was inevitably a trace of strange emotions in my heart.Son.The ghost figure turned around, and the resentful eyes behind the hair no longer contained deep resentment, but were inexplicably gloomy and dead.Hearing this title, Cheng Xiao only felt that his chest was stagnant, and it seemed that he was even a little difficult to breathe.Poof, Childe?
The bus was not affected by Wang Hong's death at all, but was more interested in ghosts, interesting zombies.When the fuck are you still kidding?!
Cheng Xiao was a little angry.Tsk, don't you see this brother listens to you very much?
What to worry about.The bus seemed to be teasing casually, but in fact, his thoughts were spinning, and he had already made a plan, let's take this ghost brother back first.Am I crazy or pumping before I take him back?
In the coffin, he was almost forcibly kissed by that thing, is it possible that such a disgusting thing will make him relive it every day in the future?
Cheng Xiaoguang's stomach churned when he thought about it.The bus shrugged its shoulders: Wang Hong's pigtails were curled before he finished speaking, who was the boss in his mouth, how to control this ghost brother, and the ins and outs of this matter, why you were involved, etc., we don't know anything about the whole thing.The bus touched his chin and looked at Cheng Xiaodao, Anyway, this brother listens to you very much now, so let's go back first and think about it in the long run, if we can wait until your Dean Ouyang comes back, just like Wang Hong said, the person who can give you the Jade Buddha must have a way.After a pause, the bus continued, and didn't my old man also give the contact information of a high-ranking person?
Let's find a few more masters, and I don't believe we can't solve this matter.Cheng Xiao looked at the ghost's eyes, and his heart was still a little hairy: This guy's biting bus knocked on his forehead: That's what he said.Turning to look at the ghost, the bus said, "Hey, brother, do you know your name?"
The ghost paused for a moment, then shook his head slowly.What about identity?
The ghost shook his head again.Cheng Xiaobent his elbow and poked the bus: Don't you fucking talk nonsense, okay?
I can't remember my name, but I can still remember my identity?
Holy.Hey.The bus smiled flatteringly at Cheng Xiao, and then spoke to the ghost again in embarrassment, then, let me tell you, we can take you back, but you can't move Cheng Zai'er is the one next to me in the future.The bus stretched out his hand and pointed at Cheng Xiao as he spoke, and was slapped away by Cheng Xiao.How did he get out like this?
Cheng Xiao is still dying.Tsk, how did you get in and how did you get out~ Cheng Xiao was silent.The bus chuckled lightly and said to the ghost: I know that you are not small, you follow us incognito, and you are not afraid of the light, now go out with us, no problem, right?
The ghost shadow paused for a moment, turned his gaze to Cheng Xiao, moved his lips a few times, and said in a hoarse voice: With Childe.Cheng Xiao stagnated again, and subconsciously reached out and touched his neck, a little hairy.The bus raised his eyebrows and looked at the ghost shadow and said: You can't hurt Cheng Zi'er again in the future, can you do it?
You caused the wound on his neck, right?
The ghost nodded slightly, and the hands hidden in the long sleeves tightened slightly: Please punish the child.Cheng Xiao.Bus.The two looked at each other, but at the same time looked away.Cheng Xiao also knows that the facts are established, and many mysteries have not been solved, and now if this zombie is allowed to run around, he doesn't know what kind of trouble it will cause: So, what about Wang Hong's corpse?
As soon as Cheng Xiao's words fell, he saw that the right hand in the sleeve of the ghost shadow robe waved back, and the blood and corpse flesh in that place suddenly turned into a blood mist and flew towards the ghost, but in two or three seconds, Wang Hong's corpse was only left with a dry bone ghost, and his breathing seemed to be clearer, and his eyes and movements were gradually no longer as dull as before.Cheng Xiao and the bus were frightened by such a strange and ferocious scene for a while, the bus subconsciously felt that this zombie could not stay, and Cheng Xiao felt that such a terrible existence, no one might be able to ambush him, and then the unlucky one was really unfavorable for the year, Nima hit the big board The author has something to say: Second Update~ Chapter 12 New Discoveries (1) The Big Bus swallowed his saliva: This is much cooler than watching a fantasy movie.Cheng Xiaoyi bent his elbow and gave the bus an elbow: When is it, aren't we kidding?
Yes.The bus nodded, his eyes shining and looking at the ghost on the opposite side, I remember the ancient funeral system, it seems that the life of the owner will be written on the coffin or something, you go to look at the ancient coffin, maybe there will be something to find?
Cheng Xiao immediately shook his head.Just kidding, that ancient coffin is so weird, and this ghost is so weird, didn't he go into the mouth of a tiger in the past?
The bus was a little ridiculous: As far as I can see, this ghost brother will not touch you again.Why don't I go with you?
Cheng Xiao sighed silently in his heart and nodded.In fact, if he hadn't been insulted by ghosts too thoroughly before, he wouldn't have hesitated at all, because as an archaeology student of the School of History, his curiosity was really no lower than that of a bus.Bypassing the ghost figure that stood in place and turned around with the movements of the two, Cheng Xiao leaned over to the coffin under the vault.The blue-black coffin stopped under the ever-bright lamp in a dark and heavy light, and the huge coffin body was carved with dense hibiscus trees, and the coffin lid was also the same hibiscus tree.After reading the inscription on the lid of the coffin, Cheng Xiao shook his head, then went around to the two ends of the coffin to look, and finally stopped at the end where the words were engraved.Squatting down and looking at it for a long time, Cheng Xiao frowned slightly: I don't know these words.The bus was a little surprised: Didn't you study archaeology?
, archaeology isn't everything, huh?
For 5,000 years, the changes in Chinese writing are complex and diverse, and I am not a professional student of ancient Chinese characters, so how can I know everything?
Cheng Xiao poked the text on the ancient coffin with his finger, and this text obviously does not belong to any of the ancient writing systems currently recorded, what do you let me think?
China's relatively systematic writing system was formed after the unification of the Qin Dynasty, and before that, Chinese writing was complex and diverse, and almost every vassal state and small barbarian state had its own script.The situation is almost a fixed form, until Qin Shi Huang unified the script, and the Chinese nation's writing form gradually precipitated and stabilized.The text on the ancient coffin is more biased towards the early script, so Cheng Xiao guessed that this should be the script of a vassal state belonging to the pre-Qin period, or an ancient script that has not been recorded in history and has been lost for a long time.That means that these things are here for us to see, and we don't get any useful information?
What should we know?
Cheng Xiao suddenly asked this sentence, and even he himself was stunned for a moment.Because this sentence is a rhetorical tone, and with a touch of sternness and reproach.It seems that the high-level leader encounters his ineffective subordinates, and the kind of rhetorical question that is not angry and arrogant.It didn't seem like it was something that someone of his character could say.What's more, the object is still his best friend, the bus.The bus chuckled lightly after being stunned: Sure enough, our family Xiaoxiao also has a temper.Go, who your family knows.Cheng Xiaonian muttered a few sentences to hide his gaffe, but we can take pictures of these with our mobile phones and find a professional to translate them when we go out.That's right.The bus reached out to take out his mobile phone to take pictures, and Cheng Xiao suddenly remembered that his mobile phone and shoes were still in the coffin.Quietly looking back at the ghost who was standing in place silently looking at himself and the bus, Cheng Xiaomo sighed: Daba, you show me the brother, I will go to the coffin to pick up my mobile phone and shoes.Although the bus didn't care about a mobile phone or a pair of shoes, considering that this was a coffin where a dead man slept, he immediately said: Cheng, I'll go in and get it for you.That brother listens to you, and you look out there to me to look out to the wind.All right.Cheng Xiao thought for a moment and nodded.The bus took a picture of the text on the coffin lid and the text at the end of the coffin, and handed the mobile phone to Cheng Xiao: It's okay for a while.Cheng Xiao nodded, squatting at the hole he had made before and watching the bus climb in.Noticing that the ghost behind him moved slightly, Cheng Xiao immediately glanced back at him.The ghost seemed to have a little more anger in his eyes, and now he stared gloomily at the entrance of the cave with only two soles of his feet exposed.Cheng Xiao didn't dare to say anything, just kept staring at the ghost so that he wouldn't suddenly pounce.Fortunately, the ghost did not move until the bus came out.Cheng Zai'er, what do you think this is?
The bus twisted its ass and stepped out, holding a strange top-shaped object in its hand.Cheng Xiao took it and looked at it: I don't know it, but it looks like a mechanical toy?
What kind of trap toy?
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Just like the Chinese Rubik's Cube, according to the principle of space, an axis is added to the center to make gadgets, which are both educational and interesting.Yo, then I'm going to have fun.As he spoke, the bus wanted to take the thing back from Cheng Xiao's hand.Cheng Xiao dodged the hand of the bus: Wait first.Turning his head to look at the ghost figure staring at the two of them, Cheng Xiao whispered, This thing was found in his coffin, and you look at his eyes, when you took it out just now, if I hadn't squatted here, I would have pounced on you.So stingy?
The bus pouted, could it be that he liked to play with this kind of pediatric stuff before he died, so his family brought it to him for the funeral after his death, right?
What nonsense!
Cheng Xiao scolded the bus, he is delirious now, you better not mess with him.The bus smiled and didn't speak.Cheng Xiao stood up with the thing and looked around, and suddenly noticed something in the corner of his eye.Wang Hong's body was a dry bone, but his clothes were still there.The pocket of his clothes, which had been shriveled by the disappearance of flesh and blood, revealed a dark yellow cloth-like object.Cheng Xiao saw that thing at a glance, and thought it was his own dazzle: bus, is there something in Wang Hong's clothes pocket?
As soon as the bus heard this, he immediately got up and looked over.Spin past and pull out the thing.It was a dark yellow muslin the size of three or four palms, and judging by the color and rut marks on it, it was estimated that it was quite a bit old.Some landscape-like lines are densely drawn on it, and dense ancient characters are marked, which looks very much like the script of a certain country in the pre-Qin period.Cheng Xiao followed, his face full of surprise: This is?
After a pause, Cheng Xiao put the top-shaped thing in his hand into his trouser pocket, and then took the dark yellow cloth and looked at it for a long time under the everlasting lamp of the vault.