"Give him treatment, don't let him die!"

Zhan Jingyi didn't understand what this fake god was talking about, but he still put away the short knife, asked Song Liangliang to treat the old man, and turned around and walked in front of the little girl on the bed.

The little girl should only be twelve or thirteen years old, and at first glance she was malnourished, resulting in a thin body, and at this time it was even more miserable after being corroded by that gray snow.

Only those eyes, still with a little living aura, stared at Zhan Jingyi firmly, blinking her eyes, as if she was appealing, but she couldn't open her mouth.

Zhan Jingyi looked at the little girl in front of him, thought for a while, his eyes were accompanied by golden light, he looked at the girl's body carefully, slowly stretched out his fingers, and explored along the girl's chest.

"What do you do!"

Seeing Zhan Jingyi's actions, not only the old man, but even Song Liangliang, who was treating the old man, became nervous, and his eyes were focused on Zhan Jingyi.

But Zhan Jingyi ignored them, and still continued to explore downward with his fingers, and after Zhan Jingyi touched the little girl's navel, he saw that the girl's eyes suddenly struggled uneasily.

"Sure enough!"

Seeing this, Zhan Jingyi closed his eyes and took a deep breath, although there was no expression on his face, a monstrous wave had already set off in his mind.

The answer is unexpected and reasonable.

Although he didn't want to admit it, it was probably the best answer, and only then could he explain all the mysteries.

"What are you doing?"

Song Liangliang didn't understand what was going on, and he didn't understand what the so-called answer had to do with a little girl, but he could feel that when the answer was about to be revealed, it brought him nervousness and uneasiness.

"Why are you so sluggish, he understands, you still haven't understood."

The old man was half-lying on the ground, although he was treated by Song Liangliang, but the bones on his shoulder that were broken by the bullet did not recover because the wound healed, his body was half-lying on the ground, his eyes stared at Song Liangliang and said, "Because, you are all ...... Dead person! ”

When the old man shouted the last two words, Zhan Jingyi frowned, but he didn't refute this, yes, they are dead people, but there is also one thing that is not right, they should be considered living dead now.

In fact, from the very beginning, Zhan Jingyi never understood why this lime-like thing falling from the chimney would hurt them so much.

For this reason, Zhan Jingyi made a lot of ideas, but still did not find the answer, but if it was a dead person, then this answer would be easily solved, because when he was wandering, he heard an old beggar say that lime has a strong destructive effect on the dead and can prevent corpses.

Although it is not of much use to ordinary zombies, it can be extremely harmful to people who borrow corpses to resurrect their souls, which explains why their bodies are so seriously corroded when they are contaminated with that gray snow similar to lime.

As for why they came into this mining area like this, Zhan Jingyi couldn't explain it, but he knew that this change should be related to this mining area.

……

"Dead people?"

Song Liangliang was stunned for a moment, and after listening carefully to Zhan Jingyi's explanation, although he was also very surprised, he finally understood why that gray snow would hurt them so much.

But Song Liangliang also felt more doubts, scratched his head and asked Zhan Jingyi, "Then what are we now?" Corpse? Resurrection of the dead? Or what? Also, How did we become dead? Also, if we are already dead, what are the people in the mines, and what are the people who are killed? ”

A series of questions, Zhan Jingyi couldn't answer, which made Zhan Jingyi a little impatient, pointed to the old man in front of him who looked the same as the Heavenly Lord, and said angrily: "Ask me what to do, I'm also confused, ask him!" ”

It's true that they're dead, but this old man is alive, otherwise how could he touch the gray snow and be fine.

Therefore, if you want to say the answer, this little girl is half, and the real answer is still in this old man who seems to be God.

When Song Liangliang heard Zhan Jingyi's words, he thought it was very reasonable, so he turned his head to look at the old man: "Uncle, it's all come to this point, just talk about it directly, maybe we can help you." ”

"Help me??"

The old man looked up at Song Liangliang, his eyes looked back and forth between Song Liangliang and Zhan Jingyi, and he actually had the illusion of looking away.

You know, if the average person knows that he is already a dead person, no matter how tough his mind is, he will feel broken, distressed, and even crazy about it.

Therefore, this is also one of the reasons why he struck first, he is not sure what kind of crazy actions the two in front of him will make after getting the answer.

But he didn't want to, the two people in front of him, whether it was Zhan Jingyi or Song Liangliang, were completely different from the people he had met before.

If Zhan Jingyi is like this, he will not be surprised, many years of time have made him refine a pair of vicious eyes, and a short contact can judge the character of the two.

This person like Zhan Jingyi in front of him has experienced a lot at first glance, and after knowing the answer, he may be able to calm down, as for the other Song Liangliang, he is always not optimistic, and he is a person who is easy to panic at a glance.

Actually, his vision is no problem, but the problem is that he doesn't know that these two are awakened people, and as awakened people, their psychological quality will definitely not be so easily defeated.

But even so, he still didn't look favorably on the two of them, and smiled disdainfully: "Help me!" I don't need to, but if you want to know the truth, I can tell you that this is a mass grave in itself......"

……

Next, the old man explained what had happened, as well as the miners they had seen before, to the two of them one by one.

It turned out that the so-called mining factory actually existed, but a long, long time ago, there was a big explosion in this factory, and the sudden explosion led to the catastrophic destruction of the factory.

At that time, after the person in charge of the mine reported it, all the bodies were buried in a large pit and burned directly, and then the entire mine area was sealed.

Later, a true god of Bluestone Cliff came here for some unknown purpose, and used a special substance contained in the ore here to reincarnate all the dead people, and transformed this place into a closed kingdom of the dead, and formed new rules.

All the reborn people, who do not know that they are dead, still maintain their memories of life, work hard, keep digging ore, and after refining the factory, most of the energy is volatilized through coal dust to maintain their vitality.

And the duke in the villa is the manager appointed by the true god, so that he can maintain the energy and consumption of this factory, and act as the manager.

And there are often some outsiders here who enter here by mistake, but the people who enter here, whether they are ordinary people or awakened, they can't survive here at all, and they will soon be infected by the energy here, and thus become the living dead.

It is as if a magnetic field of death has been formed here, and everyone, as long as they enter here, will be slowly transformed by that magnetic field energy, and eventually stay here and become a member of this kingdom of the dead, even if they are awakened.

"And what was the spider we just encountered?"

At this time, Song Liangliang suddenly interjected and asked, and the old man was silent for a while and said: "It's resentment, those resentments of death, these resentments have been transformed into that kind of monster by the owner here, as a security force for the entire mining area, mainly for the awakened from outside, after all, some awakened people will not be willing to die." ”

Zhan Jingyi listened as he drew a triangle on the ground with his hands, in the villa, the managers chosen by the true gods, who managed the entire mining area, as well as the life and death of all the miners in the mining area.

Miners, on the other hand, not only maintain their survival, but also maintain the existence of the factory.

What will the so-called master here, the true God, get?

Is it the resentment of the mine itself? Or the entire mine itself? Or is it the energy inside those ores?

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