Wu Xie only reacted after coming back to his senses, and the king of Hades behind him didn't take advantage of this moment to catch up with him.

"I see." The fat man's voice was small, and he didn't know what he saw, and his expression was a little excited, "You turn back."

Wu Xie still didn't understand that the king of Hades who killed that day was always chasing him for Mao, and he suddenly stopped chasing Mao for Mao.

As soon as he heard what the fat man said, he immediately looked back, and saw Zhang Qixun stepping on the stone and jumping up in the air, bounced straight towards Hades like lightning, and seemed to be about to crash into Hades' arms head-on, but in fact, he grabbed his hand and put the jacket he took off on the stone head of Hades, and he followed the momentum from above to the back of Hades.

Hades's movements froze for a few seconds, and he immediately went backhand to catch people, but Zhang Qixun had already dragged a rope and slid down, and rushed in the opposite direction the moment he touched the ground.

The loops of the rope were tied to Hades' neck as he was dressing, and Hades was brought to the ground on his back by his unhesitating momentum, his arms clutching wildly.

Another slender black shadow jumped out of the crack in the stone, and Wu Xie fixed his eyes and saw that it was Zhang Haixing, who had disappeared before.

I saw that she was also holding a long rope in her hand, jumping around in that open space like throwing an Indian flying cake, three times and five divided by two, and the arm of Hades waving his four feet to the sky was tied into a twist by her with a rope.

But it was clear that Hades had a lot of strength, and when he broke free at the same time, the rope was stretched to a toothache and creaked.

Zhang Qixun, who dragged the rope out, turned back, stepped on the head of the king of Hades, pulled out his hunting knife and stabbed it between the head of the stone ball and the torso of the dried corpse, trying to completely cut off its neck.

With a "bang", the rope was completely broken, and the hands of the king of Hades grabbed Zhang Qixun's limbs respectively, and Wu Xie's hearts all rose to their throats.

The fat man yelled at Zhang Haixing, "Are there any detonators? Blow it up."

The arm that was held by Hades had already begun to dislocate in pain, Zhang Qixun gritted his teeth, felt the resistance from his subordinates, and pressed the blade down with all his might.

Hades trembled all over, his arms clenched instantly, and after a few moments, he lost his strength, and like a transformer that had been cut off from energy transmission, his hard arm collapsed and fell to the ground.

Zhang Qixun breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his waist and moved his shoulders a few times, and put away the hunting knife.

"How? What's in it?" Zhang Haixing asked curiously.

Zhang Qixun glanced at her, his face expressionless, "Anyway, it's not something you should take."

Zhang Haixing pursed her lips and stood aside, "I'm not interested in this now, but don't forget what you promised me before."

"What's that?" The fat man asked casually, walked forward quickly, and faintly separated Zhang Haixing from the dried corpse of the king of Hades, "What's going on just now? Why did it suddenly explode, and why did this old zongzi keep chasing Tianzhen, and is there something on Tianzhen that attracts it?"

Zhang Haixing sensed his defensiveness and suspicion, and snorted coldly with disdain.

The fat man saw something from Zhang Qi's action of picking up clothes, and poked at the point.

If it was Wu Xie's half-hung blood, but the fat man's face was still full of Wu Xie's blood, and he didn't see Hades rubbing his ass.

"It's not her, it's Feng's ghost." Zhang Qixun shook his head and explained, "This guy Feng was blown up on his own purpose, and I had already dragged him out of the swamp before the king of Hades smelled the smell of living corpses and wanted to attack him."

"I didn't expect this guy to detonate the detonator while I was attracted by the drum music, but fortunately, Zhang Haixing rolled me out with a whip in time, otherwise I would have been injured a lot."

As soon as the fat man heard this, he sighed, and arched his hand towards Zhang Haixing with a hippie smile, "That's the fat man's villain's heart, it's the old sister, let's be considered to be sharing joys and sorrows now, don't blame it."

Zhang Haixing rolled her eyes unceremoniously, and reminded Zhang Qixun: "How are you going to take that thing, declare in advance, I only know that it has something in it, and I don't know anything else."

That thing can make the attack power of the dead corpse so strong, it is definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp, Zhang Haixing is a bit of a play.

Wu Xie sniffed at himself carefully and reacted, "Feng stuffed something on me when the air wave of the explosion hit me and the fat man."

"The only one who can hook up with Hades is probably the corpse holy incense." Wu Xie was thoughtful, no wonder Muyu wanted to pick up his clothes.

Zhang Qixun smiled, "Clever."

"So what do you do now?" Wu Xie squatted down and looked at the end of his neck, under the firelight, there was a jade plate with a green and crystal glass, the mouth of the bowl was so big, so green that it was about to come out of the water, and there were two imperfect cuts on it.

"What is this?" He wondered.

"A very special kind of meteorite jade, be careful, don't touch it with your hands." Zhang Qi searched.

Wu Xie turned his head to look at the stone head, and found that there was also a piece of jasper inlaid there, like an inverted trapezoid, inserted in the middle of the stone, he felt that there should be a larger piece in the big honeycomb, and the one inlaid in the neck was more like the corner of jade, which was cut into two halves of unequal size by Zhang Qixun.

Hades' attack was obviously consciously directed, if this thing controlled Hades to attack them, then wouldn't this jade be alive?

"This beautiful piece of jade is Hades' brain?" The fat man's mouth was about to come out.

Zhang Qixun snorted, took the torch from his hand, and then stretched out a finger and slowly approached the jasper on the other end of the stone ball's head.

Wu Xie sighed, and said in his heart, Didn't you just say that you can't touch it, and saw Zhang Qixun controlling his fingertips and stopping at a distance of two or three centimeters from the jade block.

"Look closely." Zhang Qixun said.

Several people bent down to look at it, and they saw a few very, very slender silver threads, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, poking their heads out of the jasper, like the nerve tentacles of some kind of polyp, tentatively drifting towards Zhang Qixun's fingertips.

Zhang Qixun withdrew his hand back violently, and the silver filament tentacles continued to shake in the air, trying to capture Fang Cai's fresh vitality, but to no avail, and finally reluctantly and slowly retracted.

Wu Xie and the others held their breath, watching intently, and it took a long time to find the rhythm of breathing.

"What the is this, it's a bug, parasite." The fat man's mouth was almost full of a fist.

Zhang Haixing also sighed: "It turns out that this is the real reason why Hades rode the corpse, Hades itself is dead, but with the existence of such a thing, its devouring consciousness is always alive, and those living corpses that are ridden are actually eaten."

Zhang Qixun nodded in agreement, "Otherwise, where did you get such a tall and strong corpse shell, its legs should all be made of filaments and those sacrifices."

The fat man looked at Wu Xie teasingly, "If it weren't for Muyu's fast hands, you kid would almost become the bottom, I estimate that your small body can't support this six-meter giant corpse, and the king of Hades will step on you like stepping on high heels."

"!" Wu Xie scolded him.

The two laughed and scolded each other, Wu Xie had a stomach to ask Zhang Qixun, but he avoided outsiders, so he had to pick a question that could be asked, "Isn't fighting corpses something in folklore? Although I heard my grandfather talk about it before, this kind of thing is extremely uncontrollable, so how did the people of Kangbaluo use the corpse incense as a medium to convey the message of feeding?"

As he spoke, he told his grandfather the one he used to tell him the story, and the legend of the Zhiwei who was once raised by the people of the North and the South in the chaos between the North and the South.

Making a fighting corpse often involves a large number of victims, both on your own side and on your opponent's.

And zongzi, a dead and non-living thing, is unattainable, if it weren't for the road that Wu Xie has been chasing is artificially set up as an extremely dangerous mode, it would be even more difficult for him to encounter a corpse change in his life.

Even if there is such a military general who is unfortunately buried in the corpse raising ground and becomes a giant coffin with the name of "Corpse King", then when encountering this kind of coffin, basically everyone will kneel tacitly in reality.

So Wu Xie himself didn't believe it, not even a well-informed person like his grandfather.

He felt that the corpse king in the story told by his grandfather had nothing in common with the sparse Hades at the moment, only a white belly

Sand, and Hades also has a more advanced braincase, which is essentially a bit out of the ranks of zongzi.

Even if it is a stubborn discharge from the list of rivers and lakes in the dumpling world, this is probably the famous TOP1.

The fat man shook his head after hearing this, "Although the story is apocryphal, but there must be a reason for the elements in it, although the fat man, although my experience is not as good as that of the old man, but I am not bragging, I have really seen the so-called fighting corpse once."

That was when the fat man was young, when he had just begun to work on his own, and with his audacity and carefulness he made a few small deals, not in the fight, but in the antique trade.

After a few times, the fat man felt that it was not risky to go it alone, and it was not as dangerous as fighting for nine deaths, so he broke up with the henchmen.

Mei Zizi lived a luxurious life, and the dismantling fee was also spent, and the fat man felt that he was young, and it was not his ideal type to live this salted fish life all the time, so he decided to gamble and said that he wanted to collect big things.

As the saying goes, "gold in troubled times is prosperous jade, and Taiping antiques are worth a thousand gold".

Inverted antiques can make money, and they are not so violent, antiques have a lot of room to rise, work hard, and maybe he can open his small stall into a listed company or something in the future.

The insiders knew that he had a little money in his hand, so after the rumors were released, all kinds of bulls, ghosts, snakes and gods came to the door.

The fat man boasted that he was already half the best in the industry, and he didn't look down on the tatters unearthed in those small workshops, and when he was wondering if he was going to die in the middle of the business, someone came to the door with a photo.

It was a Qing Dynasty toast ship.

The fat man's eyes were very sharp, and he recognized at a glance that there was something strange about the boat, although it was indeed an antiquity, but there were no traces of the burial goods, and the boat in the photo had a bottom, and there was no scene in the boat, as if he was deliberately hiding something.

Seeing that the other party's face was wrong, the fat man deceived with words, and the man reluctantly revealed that it was actually two boats buckled together, the middle and the edge were nailed, there seemed to be something in the middle of the cabin, and they didn't dare to open it after they shipped it out, thinking about selling it directly, and urged the fat man to accept it after speaking, and said that if he was interested in this, he could cooperate for a long time.

The fat man was very suspicious, he vaguely caught from the other party's words that the place where the pair of boats was found seemed to be more than this pair of boats, could it be that this is a very large burial group tomb?

The fat man was very bold at the time, and said that there must be a treasure in it, and tried a few words, first sent people away, and then went outside to inquire about the situation of the lama team, and learned that the team had dispersed, and I heard that it was a bucket from nowhere, and the losses were heavy, and even the chopsticks were folded below, and one or two kittens survived.

It seems that even if there were other boats in the tomb, no one dared to go down to clip the lama, and the ship became a unique product from then on, and ordinary antique dealers did not dare to accept it, but let him pick it up.

A few days later, the man came to the door again, his face was so sallow as if he had pulled out his anus in the latrine, and he was anxious to get rid of the boat, and the price quoted was two points lower.

So the fat man didn't bother anymore, bought the boat, and put the man in the storehouse he rented locally, and didn't bother with it.

Later, I found that the seller disappeared in minutes after receiving the money, and I couldn't help muttering in my heart, so I took the train over and found that the goods had indeed been delivered.

But the grandson lied, the two boats were not sealed at all, the middle of the ship had long since cracked, and out of the crack came a gray-green corpse hand with nails like a bird's claw.

Now the fat man also understood, he was put on the table, and he had a big deal.

He didn't dare to move the things in the ship, sealed the warehouse, and set off to return to the capital, not knowing what to do.

I held my breath in my heart, and I couldn't control my mouth when I drank too much, and this thing slowly spread out.

It didn't take long for someone to come to the door, and he asked for the fat man's boat by name, and drove an astronomical amount, showing that he was very powerful.

The fat man didn't want to get into trouble, so he agreed to push the boat along the way, and didn't care what he was going to do, just said to let him pull it away quickly.

I thought this was the end of it, but I didn't expect it to be a long time later, and one day I suddenly received a sum of money.

The number was as good as the account, and the fat man was curious, so he decided to go to the warehouse to take a look.

When I went, I found that the man had only moved his belongings, leaving behind a floor of white sand, a very strange color.

When I asked the old man who was guarding the storeroom, he said that a group of people had come at night, dragged a truckload of chains, tied up the boat and carried it away.

The whole thing seems to be over here, and the fat man also completely forgot about it, just as he made a windfall, and then he will learn a lesson in the future.

It wasn't until a series of chain events happened later that he realized what was being sold at that time.

After a while, there was a big purchase of a fine sand that looked like salt, and the price was very expensive.

For a while, the wind was loud, the chickens and dogs were restless, and there was a craze for sand and gold between the various horses.

The fat man vigilantly felt that the person who collected this kind of sand should be the same group of people who bought the boat, and whether he received it or not, what was the effect of collecting that thing, and the fat man didn't dare to inquire more.

Until everything came to an end, no one knew which force those people belonged to, and the whole thing seemed very mysterious from beginning to end.

But the fat man still had a strong feeling: the disappearance of the boat seller must be related to those boat buyers, and he just escaped by luck.

After this thought popped up in his mind, the fat man took pity on his little life, and honestly hid for a while, and then slowly put his mind at ease.

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