Twisted Liu Ziang's arm, touched the tip of the back, and stabbed into Liu Ziang's arm violently, and drilled into his flesh.

Almost at the same time, Liu Ziang's hand next to the coffin lid pushed hard and lifted the entire coffin lid.

The sound of the coffin lid slamming on the ground was heard.

At the same time, a pale human brain, which seemed to have been artificially made, jumped up from the coffin and blinked to Liu Ziang's arm.

"Damn it!" Liu Ziang was not shocked, but just roared angrily, and immediately pulled out the Pu knife and slashed at his arm.

"Lao Liu, are you crazy?" The fat man was quick-eyed, and stopped him at the moment when the blade of the Pu knife slashed Liu Ziang's arm.

Liu Ziang didn't dare to waste time, just yelled, "This thing is drilling into my body, they can control me!" ”

"Then kill it!" With his other hand, the fat man raised the giant bow and smashed it at the artificial brain attached to Liu Ziang's arm.

But when he swung his longbow, Liu Ziang's hand swung and quickly dodged.

"My hands are out of my control anymore!" Liu Ziang shouted, "You have to cut him down, otherwise this intention will definitely control me completely." ”

As he spoke, Liu Ziang raised his knife and slashed at his arm again.

"Daddy!"

Seeing that Liu Zi really wanted to cut off his arm with a knife, Ling'er screamed loudly and ran out from behind Xu Ling.

It was this sound that the artificial brain that was still frantically drilling into Liu Ziang's arm stopped.

Rapid recovery of control of your arms.

Of course, Liu Ziang's Pu knife, which was slashing at him, also stopped quickly.

Before he had time to fully control his arm.

A tearing sensation suddenly came out.

It's the artificial brain!

The tentacles it had reached into Liu Ziang's arm were withdrawn, stained with blood and flesh.

Fortunately, Liu Ziang has suffered a lot of injuries in the past 20 years, and after a layer of cold sweat broke out on his body, he endured it.

Just after holding back the pain to the bone, the artificial brain that was clinging to Liu Ziang's arm jumped towards Ling'er.

It's so fast, it's like a predatory wolf.

Fortunately, this is just an artificial brain.

No matter how fast the action is, no matter how sudden it is, that's all.

Seeing that the artificial brain was about to jump on the bell.

Liu Ziang and the fat man shot at the same time.

One flicks the knife, the other swings the giant recurve bow.

"Bang!" Almost at the same time, Park's knife and bow smashed into the artificial brain, shattering it into pieces.

"Daddy!" Ling'er was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly ran to Liu Ziang's side and hugged his arm.

Several cuts had been torn open in his arms, and blood was gushing out.

Seeing that Ling'er's eyes turned red in an instant, Liu Ziang hurriedly comforted her: "Don't worry, it's okay!" ”

"The boat capsized in the gutter!"

Although the expression on his face did not change, Liu Ziang couldn't help but snort heavily in his heart.

If he hadn't been frightened by Xu Ling's exclamation, he would have been injured by this kind of thing.

Of course, he didn't really blame Xu Ling, it was just a simple catharsis.

After tearing off a strip of cloth from his shirt and wrapping it around his arm as a bandage, Liu Ziang looked at Xu Ling.

"What's in the car?"

Xu Ling looked at the injury on Liu Ziang's hand, and did not talk about the painting first.

It's just worried, "Let's go and bandage it seriously, Chen Shan brought medical bandages and medicines, don't get infected and inflamed." ”

"Don't worry, the physique of the Liu family is not comparable to ordinary people." The fat man smiled and patted Liu Ziang lightly on the shoulder.

In addition to the pain, this injury is really nothing to Liu Ziang.

He just smiled and asked, "What's wrong with the painting!" ”

"It's Ling'er!" Xu Ling immediately handed the painting to Liu Ziang and pointed to the bell in the painting.

Now there is no need for Xu Ling to say, Liu Ziang knows what is wrong.

Xu Ling in the painting is still there, but her figure is much darker than in the two paintings she saw before.

Liu Ziang stared at the words for a long time, but did not speak.

Then he looked up into the coffin.

Inside the coffin, there was only a thick mist.

Just like Liu Ziang guessed, there was no body.

Of course, there should still be a quirky brain.

After looking at it for a while, Liu Ziang stretched out his hand and reached into the coffin.

As he pulled it out, he grabbed a large handful of black dirt in his hand.

The soil was still exactly the same as the one in the first coffin he saw.

This time, Liu Ziang grabbed the soil, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it.

The smell rushed into his nose, and Liu Zi raised his brows and furrowed.

"Fatty!" Then, he handed the dirt in his hand to the fat man, "I probably know what's going on." ”

When the fat man took over the black soil, Liu Ziang turned around and walked outside.

The fat man followed, sniffing the black dirt in his hand.

Xu Ling had to lead Ling'er to follow quickly.

Just went out, and the fat man seemed to have discovered something, "This soil? ”

"What's wrong with the soil?" didn't want to disturb Liu Ziang, so Xu Ling asked the fat man.

"It's not dirt!" The fat man shook his head, and instead of spilling the dirt, he put it in his trouser pocket.

"It's called Lu powder, and it's a special powder used to preserve corpses in ancient times."

"Lu powder?" Xu Ling frowned slightly, "Why haven't I heard of it?" ”

"It's a more ancient time, to be precise, it should be regarded as the period of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors."

"It is said that at that time there was a kingdom without enlightenment, and the people in the kingdom lived to the end of their lives, and their hearts did not rot. Bury its heart in the ground, and it can transform into . Person. ”

"The soil in which they are buried is the soil of Lu."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the fat man finished speaking, Xu Ling sneered and said, "Wu Qiguo? You are talking about the content of the "Classic of Mountains and Seas", you can't take it seriously. ”

The fat man only said: "The one in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" is not fake. And this powder is still used by people today, but you don't know it. ”

As he spoke, the fat man caught up with Liu Ziang and said to him: "The legend of the corpse transformation in Xiangdi says that the corpse is to be transformed, and the corpse must be buried in the corpse raising ground. ”

"It seems that this so-called corpse raising land is the land of Lu without enlightenment."

"Hmm!" Liu Ziang nodded, "These so-called zombies are just a method of replication without Qiguo." The guy who scattered the curse of immortality seems to want to recreate a kingdom of no enlightenment here. ”

"It's a pity that he has the recipe for the land, but he can't make a person without enlightenment."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Xu Ling walked over with Ling'er and asked strangely.

Liu Ziang and the fat man didn't answer, but smiled secretly.

Soon, Liu Ziang and his party entered the nearest other room.

The décor is as usual, some furniture, a coffin.

The lid of the coffin has been lifted, and there is naturally nothing inside.

There were also paintings in the house, which also fell to the side.

Liu Ziang walked over quickly and picked it up. Spread it out and looked at it, he immediately smiled: "Sure enough! ”

The fat man and Xu Ling came over, just glanced at the painting, and understood what Liu Ziang was laughing at.

This painting is the same as the previous one.

At the top of the painting, the figure of another person has become nothing.

"Whose hand is the painting that was brought to my store now?" Before Xu Ling could retract his gaze, Liu Ziang asked.

"Put it in Chen Shan's backpack!" Xu Ling hurriedly replied.

Liu Ziang didn't make a sound, went out of the house, and led the group to Chen Shan, who was doing things in a hurry.

Straight to the point, he asked him to take out the painting.

Spreading out the painting, Liu Ziang smiled again, "I understand!" ”

Xu Ling took the initiative to take the painting into his hand.

In the painting, the figure of the third person becomes virtual.

"What the hell is this?" After retracting his gaze, Xu Ling hurriedly asked Liu Ziang.

"Paint with blood, paint the world!" Liu Ziang looked at the fat man, "Using human blood and ore as a technique, I didn't think that the few words I said nonsense in the store turned out to be true." ”