Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Ink Fragrance Corpse

39 Moxiang corpse

The Taiping Rebellion was a significant political event in Chinese history, because all the leaders were peasants and had little culture at all. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info all say that playing politics is to know how to grasp the hearts of the people, and ordinary politicians will lobby and publicize in order to maintain their own reputation and expand the team, but the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom at that time obviously did not know a lot of big words, so how did they achieve this goal?

Hong Xiuquan is the supreme leader, and this Taiping rebellion is a joke in the eyes of the outside world, but he really defeated the Manchu Dynasty and retreated, and finally divided the world into two parts. If it weren't for the intervention of the outsiders and the internal coup d'Γ©tat in the end, perhaps there would have been a strong stroke in history.

As a peasant uprising, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom made many jokes, the most famous of which was the castration of eunuchs in the palace, but in the end the result was that the technology was not up to par, and more than half of the people died. There are also five heavenly kings, who firmly believe that they are possessed by the gods and are immortal and immortal. All of this is a joke, and even a person with a little common sense would not think that this gang of people is capable of ruling a country.

But in the end, the Manchu army was not only defeated and retreated, but also enjoyed a good reputation in the area it had traveled, isn't it weird? According to this calculation, there must be unknown people who played a key role in it.

When I think about this, I suddenly feel that this place is unusual. What does this altar have to do with the Winged King Shi Dakai? Why did the people of the construction team who disappeared die here without their heads, what terrifying things did Wang Jianfeng see when he led the construction team, and did the villagers who died mysteriously a few days ago have anything to do with this altar?

I was still entangled in this mess in my mind when I suddenly heard footsteps behind me. I was so frightened that I was in a cold sweat, and hurriedly looked for a place to hide, and finally found a place to hide in the darkness under the altar, and I disappeared into the darkness and held my breath.

I don't know what the altar was cast, and it was covered with intricate snails, and pillars stood one after another, and the candles made of some special material on it glowed with a white light, illuminating the old cave clearly. At this moment, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and I could even feel the excitement of the other person's steps.

Because his steps were getting faster and faster, he almost ran at the end.

"Hahaha...... The sky lived up to its promise and finally found it. A man's hoarse voice rang out. I didn't dare to look at this person, because a keen and alert person would always have some kind of thought when he was being watched by others, and he would look at each other along the way, which was easy to spot.

But I couldn't resist the curiosity in my heart, this voice was a little familiar no matter how I heard it, as if I had heard it somewhere. It can be remembered all at once, and it is difficult to remember. At this moment, another rush of footsteps came from the outside world, and then the voice of a very strange old man came: "Yes, I finally found this place." Presumably that thing is not far away, our two men came to this southern Yunnan from thousands of miles away, so we had to find this thing, and we can rescue your sister when we go back. ”

At this time, I muttered in my heart, could it be that this is not the last big boss? Suddenly, something soft on my back suddenly leaned against my back, as if it was the sea, more like a woman's body. This sudden scene made me scream at once, and two flashlights of yellow light shrouded me at once, and my eyes were pierced by the light, making it difficult to see everything.

"Somebody sneaking out there, come out!" The familiar voice sounded again, and I couldn't avoid it at the moment, so I had to laugh and come out of the darkness. The owners of the two flashlights were finally cleared by me. But all of a sudden, I was a little confused.

Because the young man is none other than the person who called himself the second master who met with the fat man at the bug feast in the town before, in the words of the fat man, this is a promoted person from the capital, and naturally the walking corpse next to him will not be. The flashlights of the two of them locked the light on me, and they looked at me with forbidden eyes, but suddenly, their faces changed instantly, as if they had seen something terrifying, and they all ran along the stone gate outside.

Could it be that I am the devil? Or am I wearing some mask on my face? Just when I couldn't figure it out, something suddenly grew on my shoulder, soft. It was jet black, like ink, and then it turned into a head, slowly looking back at me.

I froze in place, the skull black from top to bottom, as if it had been made of ink. A pair of eyes were extremely deep black and even white shiny, and it slowly turned its head and looked at me, and in an instant I felt that I saw my own face. This thing really grows on me!

It simply didn't riot now, but the fear that rose in its heart was difficult to calm down. Glancing at the two figures who disappeared behind the stone gate, they showed their bodies again at this moment, but the look of fear in their eyes could not be subsided.

At this time, I was isolated and helpless, and my mood at the moment was to be able to pull a helping hand. After all, I don't know how terrifying this thing is behind it. Immediately smiled awkwardly and said, "It's okay." You see this thing grows on me, but it doesn't grow on the two of you, and besides, haven't we eaten together? They are all old-fashioned and sophisticated, so there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I heard you just now, we're grasshoppers on the same boat. ”

In this way, although the words are very fake, but after all, they won a little favor, and they didn't see the two making eye contact with each other at the door, and they were hesitating to come over. I was nervous and impatient, but my face was not showing it at all, and I pretended to be very patient and waited for them in place.

After about five or six minutes, the two finally walked in again. But the cautious pace seemed to be still on guard against something, I don't know if it was to be on guard against me as a person, or the black thing on my back. The young man combed his big back hair, his face was fair, he looked lean and lean, and he looked like he had smoked a big cigarette, while the old man next to him was full of energy, his eyes were shining, and he kept looking at his surroundings.

"Two companions, I wonder if you know where this thing on my shoulder came from? The kid is young and ignorant, please give me more advice. "At this time, I can't pretend to be an uncle anymore, after all, this is a life-and-death moment, and my little life is still counting on others to rescue me!

The young man who claimed to be the second master glanced at the old man, and saw that he didn't say anything to stop him, so he said with confidence: "This is called the ink fragrance corpse, which is practiced with a peculiar antiseptic, the corpse is not rotten or rotten, and it will also exude a faint ink fragrance, but the corpse has become neither human nor ghost, and it is difficult to identify the appearance before birth." This thing has never been recorded in any historical sources, only mentioned in the notes of the past dynasties of my promotion......"

"Alright. It's okay to tell him so much. Boy, now you are better than dead, if you don't break free from this ink corpse in a few minutes, the next time you come, you will be a ink corpse. The old man looked at me with a cold look in his eyes and a smile on his face. Not only did he interrupt the young man, but he wanted to kill me.

Break? I don't understand what he means, could it be that this thing that grows on my body has its own rope to tie me up? As soon as I thought of this, a sudden strong force came from behind me, and I was knocked to the ground. I looked behind me, and saw the darkness beneath the altar emerge with a black rope two fingers thick, which seemed to grow over my vest. At this time, the rope was shrinking and thickening, like a stretchy rubber band.

I grabbed the black rubber band, which was a little as smooth as kelp, and my legs were pressed against the stone wall beside me, trying to resist the trend that pulled me through. In an instant, the black rope was actually pulled away by me for a few minutes, and it didn't seem to be very powerful. I proudly looked at the old man who was promoted to the side, and what I wanted to express meant that if you don't save Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu can save himself.

But all of a sudden, when I met the old man's eyes, there was an indescribable smile in them, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, obviously mocking me. I secretly said in my heart that it was bad, and before I could let go, there was a sudden sharp pain in the center of my back, which seemed to be a rope worn in the flesh, and I was tearing my wound when I pulled it.

Under this sharp pain, the black rope suddenly loosened in his hand. The black rope shrank as if it were alive, and I was pulled by the force, and I fell directly to the ground and was dragged to the edge of darkness. At this moment, a shout suddenly came from behind: Do it!

The two figures flashed to my side like leaping flames, and the old man raised his knife and fell, only to hear the sound of a thud. A scimitar more than a foot long slashed at the black rope, which was cut in half at once. But at this moment, the broken hole was actually repairing at an incredible speed.

The old man's face was bruised, and the young man on the side dared to slack off. The knife fell, and a sharp dagger was cut down along the cut at once, and the black rope that was broken more than half was cut again, but there was still a trace of adhesion. With a speed visible to the naked eye, the rope is once again ready to recover. But where would the old man give it this chance, the knife in his hand had been waiting for a long time, and it was cut at once, and the black rope was broken in two at once, twisting and whirling in place like two earthworms. One shrank into the darkness, and the rest wrapped around my neck.