Chapter 127: White-faced corpse
As I was about to speak, I turned my head and found that the black python named Feng Tang Lingyu was lurking under the water of the cave, like a crocodile that hibernates its prey, its head is a little above the water, and the two eyes are staring at us, and there is no feeling in the eyes that words such as spirit beasts and cute pets describe, but instead it is ferocious and cold. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info as if we were a few guinea pigs under its surveillance this minute.
I couldn't help but slap the spirit, I originally raised my foot that was about to step forward, and involuntarily moved back, and I could see that this Tang Lingyu knew very well what his task was.
I'm a little crying and laughing, now it's okay, I'm blocked out of the gate of this white-faced land by my grandfather, don't do anything for him, don't let him feel at ease, and we don't want to go out.
"Hey, I said, why don't we go in and have a look, this place has also plagued the villagers for many years, and now that we know the reason and have the conditions, we can just take it directly."
The fat man took the burnt horn urgent letter and looked at it, and said to me.
I know very well what the conditions are in the fat man's mouth, and the depressed mood of this time will fade a lot, and after thinking about it, I asked the fat man directly.
"How much do you know about corpse farms?"
The so-called corpse raising place refers to a certain place due to feng shui leylines or some other reasons, resulting in the corpse buried in this place without special treatment can keep the body from decaying, and zombies will be formed after a long time, and the corpse raising place is also a hotbed for cultivating zombies.
Since such places are generally naturally formed, the people who hold the funeral do not know the serious relationship, and if they are not careful, they will cause trouble, resulting in the birth of zombies, which will cause thousands of miles of disaster. But this is not bad, some ill-intentioned underworld priests will also look for this kind of venue, which is used for refining corpses, raising corpses, turning bones and alchemy, in order to achieve some ulterior purposes. Due to the different feng shui veins of each corpse raising place, the zombies cultivated will be very different, and some related books have also made a classification for this, namely, purple zombie, white zombie, green zombie, hair zombie, flying zombie, wandering corpse, ambush corpse and immortal bones Eight categories, all of which are ferocious, so the folk will also call the corpse raising place "corpse removal place", "corpse walking circle", or ...... "shadow grave".
But the "white-faced land" mentioned in the great-grandfather's letter ...... What kind of category does it belong to? Could it be...... White stiffness?
Of course, there is not much point in dwelling on this, but it is certain that there are definitely zombies in the darkness deep in the cave behind us.
The fat man was stunned when he heard me read the letter of the horn, and he thought that there was something ethereal in this place, but now when he heard me say that it was just a little zombie, his temper immediately came up.
"Hey? Zombies? Just zongzi? You said it earlier! ”
The fat man said as he pulled his black plastic waterproof travel bag that was thrown on the ground, "Damn, let me tell you, Old Tang, we won't be afraid of a hundred zongzi this time!" He was talking about it while *** between the lines, which was full of confidence and confidence.
Of course, I know why the fat man said that, and I also know what was in that one-meter-long travel bag, but dealing with zongzi...... I don't know if these things will come in handy.
Just thinking about it, the fat man was already half-squatting on the ground, taking out the contents of his travel bag one by one and placing them on the ground, a German-made MG42 platoon rifle, a Soviet Nagant M1895 revolver, a domestic 54 pistol and several southern soil lumps, including the detonators he took out from the mezzanine of the Jinbei car.
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I was speechless, nothing else.
The fat man looked at the equipment and materials on the ground, stretched out his hands at me, and said: "No way, there is no way to make money for fashionable goods, so you can only buy some old antiques, but don't underestimate these old antiques, if you pay attention to the military channel, you will know, these few things, the branch can be called a classic!" Hey, let me tell you, these 54 pistols that were officially finalized and put into mass production in our country in 1954 are the classics of the classics! And ......"
"Alright, alright." I saw that the fat man was going to start talking about public knowledge such as armaments and weapons, and hurriedly interrupted him, what age is this, these things can be checked in great detail on the Internet, and about hot weapons, I have been interested in world history for a while, so I took it with me to understand a little, the domestic 54 pistol as the first standard weapon officially equipped with the army after the founding of our country, can indeed be regarded as a classic, and the other two are also famous.
In the border of Yunnan when it comes to firearms, in fact, it is no stranger to the local aborigines, after all, it is a minority area, the people are fierce, and the surrounding is a reckless primeval forest, hot weapons have become one of the best survival tools, in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, there are nine out of ten households on our side, basically rely on hunting for a living, and almost every family has a gun, and then the national policy came down, and it was confiscated several times in turn, and the situation has changed, but in any case, the people in the border areas rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, and the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, and the policy is difficult to implement efficiently, There will still be some cases of hiding guns and holding guns, and people on the road also understand that if they want to get guns, they just need to go to our places to tinker.
In addition to a few larger arms markets, in some remote villages in our place, there are often vegetable farmers selling some homemade soil poles, which are a bit similar to single-barreled shotguns. After negotiating the price, just reach under the tablecloth and touch it, and when you are satisfied, you can take it.
The fat man has been mixing in the road for some years, and he is well versed in these secret transactions, but he thinks that the craftsmanship of those vegetable farmers is too poor, and the quality of the soil poles made is not up to par. It is possible to misfire, swallow bullets and even hurt yourself, which is depressed.
Originally, the fat man didn't think about the hot military industry, he usually watched the news and watched TV, and saw that the national archaeological team was all scholars and professors who were sour and sour, and he opened his mouth and closed his mouth to be a big deal, just like that, he estimated that all the mothers who did archaeological tomb robberies were some sissy soft eggs, so in this case, the fat man felt that this errand would definitely not be in any big danger, at most it would be good to have some poisonous gas collapses, or poisonous insects and beasts, but I didn't expect that last time I was on a whim, followed me to Yingu, I almost didn't save my life in it.
The fat man is a person who has learned from the pain, and after a little consideration, he feels that it is not good, when luck is always used up, he must have a hot military industry killing weapon by his side, otherwise the next time he drills into the cemetery, who the knows what else he will encounter? (To be continued.) )