Chapter 365

Yang Zhi buried his head in digging, he raised his hand in embarrassment to wipe the mud off his face, handed the pile of calendars that had accumulated in his hand to Kong Xuyang, and asked anxiously: "Brother Kong, this is the one I just dug up." Come out, let's see how it came back?"

Kong Xuyang took the almanac and browsed quickly:

"...In the year of Gengzi, the month of Gengchen, the day of Guihai, March 21st, the young and old at home gather together to worship their ancestors. I shed tears beside the bridge, begging the gods of heaven and earth to bless my son from Yinshan Village to return home intact..."

"In the year of Gengzi, the month of Xinsi, the day of Xinchou, the first day of May, there was a war in Beijing, the sound of guns rumbled, and the sound of gunshots was heard from hundreds of miles away. The relatives at home were all worried, day and night in the ancestral halls and temples. pray……"

"Xinsi month, Yisi day, the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, the Dragon Boat Festival, there is no one for women to make rice dumplings, no one for old people to smile, no one for children to play, and they all sit sadly at the entrance of the village to guard the people who go home with a cloth.

His name is Wang Wu, and he is thirty-eight years old. He has one son and two daughters in his family. He is honest and honest. He helps relatives and neighbors to cut wheat when he is busy in farming. The dead body, without right hand and right foot, was blown to pieces by the evil ghost's firearm, so it could not be picked up. "

"Wang Wu, one son and two daughters shook the body and shouted blankly, but Wang Wu should not."

"...On the eighth day of the fifth lunar month, return to the group of corpses, with white faces laid out on a wooden frame, and place them at the entrance of the village. Everyone in the village stands in front of the corpses, silent, and no one steps forward to open the cloth to identify the corpses. They all cover their faces and weep. A few hours later, Mr. Zhang in the village stepped forward shaking his hands to reveal the cloth, howling loudly, calling out nicknames again and again, tears gurgling unstoppably, and fainted in front of the corpse..."

...

"On May 23rd, all the young and old in Yinshan Village returned, and none of them survived."

"On May 27th, it is advisable to break ground, go out, bury, and return home young and strong. Most of the bones are not complete. According to the custom, they are not buried in the ancestral grave. They are buried at the foot of the opposite mountain. For seventy-nine days, although he will not enter the ancestral grave, he will be buried with great ceremonies."

...

"July 20th, righteous men are all dead, foreign ghosts are rampant, go to the capital, there is no hindrance, burning, killing, looting, doing all kinds of evil, the fire is burning, and Yinshan Village can be seen faintly."

"The imperial court does nothing, and allows ghosts to eat people. Within three days, surrender."

"On the seventh day of September, there were rumors in Beijing that the court had a discussion with foreign ghosts. In order to show sincerity, they handed over the village where the people involved and their relatives lived to the evil ghosts. You can continue to move forward, cede territory, punish the mob, and show your sincerity."

"In Yinshan Village, there are only women, young, old and weak, who have no power to resist. The sad people would rather die than surrender, so as not to be humiliated. The young and strong survivors all jumped off the bridge to die for their husbands, holding umbrellas to die, and they died without regret."

"I would rather be a ghost under the bridge than a bitch in front of the hall."

...

"What kind of mess is this?!" Kong Xuyang looked more and more angry, "Does it have anything to do with that Taoist zombie fart, does it have anything?"

Yang Zhi glanced at more and more ghosts who were blocked from the zombies, couldn't help trembling, his face was pale, he didn't even dare to shake his head at Kong Xuyang too obviously, for fear of angering him: "No , no ‌."

"No, don't dig it!" Kong Xuyang kicked Yang Zhi's head, his face congested with anger.

Mu Sicheng next to him watched this scene, and couldn't help but sneered mockingly: "Only idiots would vent their anger on their teammates."

Kong Xuyang's forehead twitched, and he walked over and raised his hand to give Mu Sicheng a knife, but halfway there, he saw the fangs at the corner of Mu Sicheng's mouth, and stopped again.

Now that Mu Sicheng has been poisoned by corpse poison and turned into a zombie, if he walks over and gives Mu Sicheng a bite with all his might, he will be the one who suffers.

His energy is also exhausted now, and he can no longer manipulate the zombie guarding Mu Sicheng to kill Mu Sicheng. He can only simply let the zombie guard Mu Sicheng...

And if the zombies can't kill Mu Sicheng again, and Mu Sicheng's mental value falls below 20 and he doesn't die, then more troublesome things will happen.

‌Priority, don't waste energy, first find the almanac!

Kong Xuyang's raised hand paused for a moment, he took a deep breath, then slammed his hand down again, turned around, pinned the almanacs on his waist, squatted down, and continued digging the grave with Yang Zhi.

Mu Sicheng looked at the yellow calendar on Kong Xuyang's waist, moved the monkey's paw cut behind him by the zombie, and let out a long breath slowly.

Just now he tried to provoke Kong Xuyang to come and steal the almanac on his waist, but he didn't expect Kong Xuyang, a fool, to react soberly at this moment, and no matter how loud he shouted, he would not give him a look.

Mu Sicheng glanced darkly at the iron wall surrounded by zombies. Although it was shaking slightly under the siege of ghosts, it still seemed unshakable in a short time.

What Kong Xuyang said was right, the trump card he hid would last until he found all the almanacs.

If Huang Li hides the key to the game as Bai Liu said, wouldn't Kong Xuyang really win as he said?

Besides, Bai Liu and these ghosts are outside the wall, and I don't know how long Bai Liu can last...

The fangs around Mu Sicheng's mouth grew longer and longer, his face was a blue color close to that of a corpse, his breathing became rapid, and he visually measured the distance between him and Kong Xuyang.

This distance can be filled by a burst, that is to say, he can suddenly rush over to carry out a surprise attack, steal the almanac on Kong Xuyang's waist and throw it outside the zombie wall.

But if he rushes over forcibly, the zombie behind Mu Sicheng will definitely tease him again, and Kong Xuyang will be furious, and will definitely kill him. Under the double attack of the zombie and Kong Xuyang, Mu Sicheng felt that he would burp if he couldn't last long.

... I just don't know if Bai Liu can decrypt this thing in time to find the secret of that Taoist zombie, and then come to save him.

With so many steps, it is absolutely too late to cooperate, and he will probably feel cold when he insists.

Mu Sicheng took a deep breath——

But I don't know why, when he thinks that the person outside is Bai Liu, no matter how outrageous the operation is, he still thinks it's okay——

- Take a gamble!

Mu Sicheng stared at the calendar on Kong Xuyang's waist, took a deep breath, lowered his body, and flashed his right paw, rushed over and scratched Kong Xuyang's waist, almost at the same time, the zombie behind him followed closely, The body swayed and there was an afterimage, and he opened his mouth wide and was about to bite Mu Sicheng's back fiercely.

Kong Xuyang's reaction was also extremely fast, before the anger in his eyes surfaced, the dagger in his hand was swung backhanded, and swung out from his waist, swaying away the claws that Mu Sicheng stretched out.

But what Kong Xuyang didn't expect was that Mu Sicheng didn't turn over to block the zombies behind him as he expected, but ignored Kong Xuyang's dagger with his right paw and pulled it forward, pulling Kong Xuyang to his body.

Under Kong Xuyang's stunned and unprepared eyes, Mu Sicheng was bitten fiercely by the zombie behind him, and then used his left hand to snatch the Huangli from Kong Xuyang's waist, and then dragged it away. Unable to react, Yang Zhigang threw out the almanac from the cemetery, squeezed it into a ball and threw it out, and said sharply: "Bai Liu, the almanac is out!"

The zombie behind Mu Sicheng bit him tightly, and he was bitten until he choked on a mouthful of black blood.

From the place where the zombie was bitten, the corpse poison poured into Mu Sicheng's body continuously, and his complexion faded away in an instant.

Mu Sicheng propped his hands on the ground, gasping for breath, his breath brought out a foul smell, his eyes were darkened, his fangs were so long that they were about to touch his jaw, and a bloodthirsty roar came out of his throat.

Kong Xuyang watched helplessly that Mu Sicheng threw out the yellow calendar he had collected so hard, every muscle on his face trembled uncontrollably with anger, he did not calm down again this time, holding The dagger was about to plunge into Mu Sicheng's heart: "Mu Sicheng——!!"

The point of the short knife pierced Mu Sicheng's back, but it seemed to be pierced on some tough animal leather, and it couldn't go in again, and it just rolled up.

Kong Xuyang paused, and his face changed suddenly.

Bad!

After being bitten twice in a row, Mu Sicheng's mental value dropped to twenty percent!

[System warning: Player Mu Sicheng's mental value has dropped to 17, and he has entered a frenzied state of the panel! 】

Mu Sicheng slowly raised his scarlet eyes, tilted his head a bit, turned a few times, rubbed his fists with his shoulders, and stood up against the zombie biting him on his back. The two monkey paws, which had become longer and longer, looked down at Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi who were constantly retreating, and raised their eyebrows slowly:

"No wonder Bai Liu left me here and was in no hurry to save me."

"It turns out that this game has such a crazy setting." Mu Sicheng stretched out his tongue to lick away the blood stains around his mouth, his eyes parted red, and he smiled evilly with his mouth parted, "It's really interesting, I like it."

Kong Xuyang's voice was sharp and piercing, and he formed a palm with one hand: "The zombie is back! Protect me!"

The zombie wall surrounding Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi quickly shrank inward.

Mu Sicheng beat these walls of zombies while they were shrinking. They barely shrunk to half, and the specifications were no longer comparable to before. Controlling these zombies to resist, coughing up two mouthfuls of blood, weakly urged Yang Zhi: "Quick, dig!"

Yang Zhiqiang resisted not to look out, and devoted himself to digging the grave. His eyes were red, his breathing was short of breath, and he used force with his hands, digging quickly under the pressure of survival.

There is no point in doing anything now, only digging graves to end the game quickly!

Yang Zhiqiang calmed down on his own, swung his arms left and right, and dug the two graves together. As a result, Yang Zhi felt something was wrong halfway through the two graves.

The burial objects in this grave include all kinds of incomplete and exquisite ancient gold and silver jewelry and Chinese porcelain. In the middle is a good-sized lambskin diary. It is not an almanac. English alphabet.

Yang Zhi dug a few more times full of doubts, and saw a foreign-style hexagonal coffin. He lifted the lid of the coffin and looked into the grave. He screamed in shock, sat down on the ground, and kicked his legs back. After a few steps, he pointed into the coffin with trembling fingers, and said in a trembling voice, "Kong, Brother Kong, look at the people in the coffin..."

Kong Xuyang followed Yang Zhi's fingers, looked into the coffin with his consciousness, and also froze.

Inside the coffin lay two corpses dressed in foreign clothes. The two corpses were dressed in foreign clothes and lined with Taoist robes. The strange thing is their faces.

The faces of these two corpses were exactly the same as those of Yang Zhi and Kong Xuyang.

Yang Zhi backed away in fright, his voice full of tears: "Brother Kong, what's going on?! How could there be corpses here that look the same as ours!"

Kong Xuyang stared at the two corpses motionlessly as if in a nightmare, his face turned green and white for a while, and he muttered to himself:

"The tomb robber who stole things from Yinshan Village a hundred years later, the fake foreign devil who robbed Yinshan Village a hundred years ago..."

"If the Taoist priests of Maoshan's sorcery are in Shouyin Mountain Village, then the upright warlocks of Maoshan Mountain should be..."

In the blink of an eye, everything was connected in Kong Xuyang's mind. He flipped open the Maoshan Daoshu book he stole from the back of the temple, but he didn't see any notes. Then Kong Xuyang seemed to suddenly think of it. What, the books are stacked upright and looking to the side.

On the side pages it reads in English:

[On April 17, 1901, two masters were specially invited to help us break through Yinshan Village with decent techniques, and we will thank you very much later].