While I was thinking about it, the fat man suddenly shouted at me.

When I looked back, I was shocked to see the corpse hanging upside down from the tree in a very strange posture.

He looked exactly the same as the old dog Wu I met in my dream, and even the black clothes on his body were exactly the same.

It's just that when his shriveled blue and purple eyelids opened, there were only two bloody holes left in his eyes, and he opened his mouth to bite my neck.

I subconsciously raised the pistol, and I didn't care if the rusty Mauser pistol in my hand could still shoot bullets, but I quickly pulled the safety and then pulled the trigger.

"Bang."

The power of this pistol was far beyond my imagination, and in an instant I almost held the ** in my hand and flew out upside down.

A hot bullet erupted from the chamber of the gun, shattering half of the head of the dried corpse in front of him in an instant at such a close distance.

But the "Wu Wenju" in front of him was still hanging upside down on the treetops as if he had not been hurt in the slightest, and his empty eyes were staring at all of us.

I can't understand why a corpse that has been dead for many years moves, is it because Xiao Baimian took the third mirror in his hand.

What's even stranger is why does he look exactly like my godfather?

Under the withered old tree, the fat man and I faced the monster in front of us who didn't know how to describe it, and Uncle Nine kept kowtowing on the ground to admit his mistakes until his head was about to bleed.

was pulled up by the dragon boy again.

The old dog Wu hanging from the treetops was staring at all of us in an extremely strange manner.

"Ganzi, this guy doesn't seem to be observing us by sight."

The fat man vaguely seemed to have discovered something.

I said in my heart that you still need to say that I am not blind in my eyes,

The dried corpse in front of him was already in that shape, and the hole in the eye socket that had already rotted and dried up and left a black hole was simply a skeleton wrapped in skin and bones.

According to common sense, how can it be possible to stand up and attack people.

"Could it be Yunnan Gu Technique?"

I thought in my heart about the reason that might lead to the corpse transformation in front of me, but when I looked back at Uncle Jiu, I found that he had a frightened face, obviously frightened by the corpse in the shape of Wu Wenju.

Suddenly, I noticed that the dried corpse hanging from the treetops had stopped shaking, and that my shriveled abdomen had bulged into a large and conspicuous bag.

It's like there's something inside that controls the corpse to walk.

I immediately made a decision, raised the Mauser pistol in my hand and fired it again, and then Wu Wenju's stomach bloomed in front of our eyes.

The rancid black water didn't know if it was the corpse's internal organs, or the blood of the monster in his stomach, but this shot didn't kill it.

In the dim light, I saw a gray thing that was not in the middle of winter, like a gray sable in the snow in the northeast, and drilled out along the gap behind the belly.

When I tried to shoot again, I found that the board machine was stuck and could no longer be pressed.

The fat man and I watched the monster retreat into the dark corner, and we couldn't help but feel a little angry and frustrated.

Xiao Baimian was still holding the third mirror in his hand and was stunned, seeing that the crisis had been resolved, but I fell to the ground as if I was falling apart.

"Xiaoya..."

I clearly remember that Xiaoya is my biological daughter, how can it be my own hallucination, and I regard the rag doll left by Xiaoyue as my daughter.

For a while, frustration and inexplicable sadness echoed in my heart, and the tears on my face that had not yet dried were imprinted on the face of me, a dignified seven-foot man, which looked a little nondescript.

"The Third Mirror..., why is this happening?"

The little white face has been playing with the bronze ancient mirror in his hand, and two small palm branches appear on the left and right sides of the mirror to surround the mirror holder.

Such a strange shape is really the same as the third king of Qin recorded in the ancient books.

It's just that the treasure mirror in the hand of the little white face in front of him is dim, just like an ordinary antique toy, there is not much difference.

Not to mention being able to illuminate the past life reincarnation of the mirror-bearer.

"It must be the wrong way to use."

Xiao Bai's face was firm in his belief as if he had thought of something, and he held the treasure mirror in his arms, as if he wanted to consult the ancient books and materials carefully after he went out safely.

The fat man carefully looked at the corpse of Wu Wenju, who had been controlled by the corpse mink, until Uncle Nine came to his senses a little.

Looking at the corpse in front of him, he couldn't help but tremble and came over.

"It's... How is it possible, I remember that he and his two apprentices died in the tomb of the general of the Yuan Dynasty,... It's been decades since then. ”

Uncle Nine seemed to be a little unable to believe his eyes, he stared at the dried corpse in front of him and said a lot of words.

Although I was a little confused and sad, I also vaguely heard Uncle Jiu's self-talk.

This old guy must have hidden something, and it was about my godfather's experience, Wu Wenju did die in the abyss eight hundred meters underground, and at that time, he was hit by a poisonous needle in his eyes.

I buried him in the wilderness.

The memories of decades ago were replaying in my mind, and I firmly believed that that person must be Wu Wenju, so the situation in front of me seemed a little unreasonable.

"Could it be that there are two Wu Wenju in this world, or that the two are twins."

I carefully recalled the records left in the diary, except for some thoughts and secrets about Sanniang, I never saw the diary mention about his own family affairs.

Even his family.

I couldn't help but cheer up and wipe the tears from my face, and approached Wu Wenju's body little by little.

Unexpectedly, this time, I actually stumbled upon an extremely secret discovery.

The turquoise tattoo pattern can be faintly seen on the left arm of the dried corpse, and I don't know what dye was used to preserve it on the corpse's skin for so long.

It's a pity that although the tattoo left an imprint, it was completely blurred, and it was impossible to distinguish what had been depicted on the left arm.

It wasn't until the fat man found an extremely secret exit under the hollow of the tree that I thought it would be over so simply.

Until the torch in my hand burned faintly, when I was about to enter the entrance and exit for the last time, I found that Wu Wenju had something in his waist between the waist of his dry corpse.

In the light of the fire, it was shining with a ghostly glow.

I couldn't help but go back to the corpse and take it off, but I didn't expect it to be an iron blue mask covered in patterns.

It is engraved with mysterious symbols and patterns that appear to be decorative but serve other purposes, and the overall material of the mask appears to be forged from copper.

It looks heavy, but it's very light in your hand.

I took the mask in my hand and suddenly remembered that when I was in the tomb of the general of the Yuan Dynasty with Xiaoyue, she had told me.

When a person wears a mask, there is also a hint in his heart, which will help the mentally ill to temporarily suppress hysteria.

She also put a mask on me in the general's tomb, and I didn't feel uncomfortable until I escaped safely.

On the contrary, it is like the body and mind have been relaxed like never before.