The moment the copper bell sounded, it was followed by a long list of obscure and strange-sounding Japanese incantations.
"Baga!"
Following an angry curse, all of us knew the identity of this person.
Everyone shined all the flashlight lights towards one end of the cave, and then they could clearly see several mummy corpses with as dry bodies as firewood walking in front, followed closely by several wet corpses soaked in water.
A Chinese character wearing a black robe, about 1.7 meters tall, was waving a bell in his hand, probably driving the zombies to attack us.
Not to mention the helpers who are about to arrive not far away, even this middle-aged zombie beside us has already overwhelmed us.
Faced with so many dangerous things at once, many people are in a hurry. They can withstand it at first, but as time goes by, various loopholes will naturally appear in the coordination, which will lead to those of us being at a disadvantage step by step.
"Hiss-hiss-"
The middle-aged zombie suddenly became manic at this time, like a hungry wolf that smelled the smell of flesh and blood. I don’t know if the man in black robe was secretly controlling it. In short, in less than a few seconds, the frequency of attacks It became much higher.
The middle-aged zombie seemed to be an extremely agile one. His shots were extremely fast, and he was fighting against the fourth uncle again and again. After a few moves, he was unable to resist. The external alchemy disciple of the Honglian Dharma Sect was no match for the middle-aged zombie. After being hit hard, he had no room to fight back and was forced to take the beating and defend himself.
The current situation is already critical. If we can't think of any countermeasures, I'm afraid that in less than a minute, all of us will be buried in this cave.
At the critical moment, Chen Guangge spoke urgently: "Old Liu, have you finished copying the scriptures on the method of killing and lowering the head in the coffin? How long will it take? How many words are there?"
Unexpectedly, the fourth uncle was clenching his teeth tightly and clutching his pen. His face was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, his head was covered with sweat, and he stopped talking.
"Oh, Liu Laosi, please tell me, how many words are left in the coffin? How long will it take to finish copying? If we can't finish copying, can we carry the coffin away?"
I was so surprised that I almost slapped my thighs. This idea is indeed a good one. We can't finish copying the above scriptures for the time being, but can't we just take the coffin away?
But to everyone's surprise, the fourth uncle actually put away the pen and paper at this time, jumped out of the coffin, and said: "We have fallen into the trap, all of us have been deceived, the construction experience outside the coffin The article is indeed true, but the contents inside have been tampered with. I only copied half of it, and the other half is just a mess of words that have no meaning at all."
These two words of the fourth uncle appeared in the ears of all of us like a bolt from the blue. I was confused on the spot, what? Did we wait for a long time and only get half of a fake magic scripture?
So what's the point? Anyone who is proficient in magic knows that magic scriptures are not like poetry or articles. They are part of a ritual. It is also the most important part that must not be skipped.
For example, let's say we are doing magic for Master Shigong. After you open the magic altar, you don't sing and dance. You just untie the dirty lady, issue talismans, and then start doing magic. This is absolutely unacceptable. It is equivalent to saying that the half of the scripture copied by the Fourth Master now is almost useless as long as the second half cannot be found.
Almost all of us began to curse the evil Japanese people in our hearts. Now, all of us can only run forward with our heads in our hands, and we have to be wary of the reinforcements of the corpse exterminators from Japan who are coming behind us.
Liu Ruxiang held my hand tightly and pushed me towards the middle of the team, while the fourth uncle slowed down and stood behind the team to prevent the Oriental corpse chasers from catching up with the zombie army.
All of us ran forward as hard as we could, risking our lives. This is really different from the situation when we first went up the mountain. We originally expected such a large group of people, some of whom are quite capable in their own way. One person can perform a good trick, which is enough to defeat the corpse exterminators of the Oriental Kingdom in the cave.
Who would have thought that this corpse exorcist from the Oriental Kingdom would stand in the cave for so long and turn all the corpses of the Chen family's ancestors in Shuanghu Town into sharp blades. Now it would be difficult to deal with them.
However, no matter how we ran, the sound of the copper bells behind us clung to us like a soul chasing after us. The bell kept ringing, and the zombie's footsteps were also very loud, making a splashing sound when stepping in the puddle.
We kept running like this for several minutes, and our legs were almost exhausted. We even felt that our chest was like a boiling kettle, steaming constantly, and it was almost difficult to hold on any longer.
The ringing of the bell behind him stopped for a while, and then a local Lingnan accent appeared: "Last time you came in, I didn't kill you. This time you come in again, then we can only stay!" "
When someone in our team heard these words, he couldn't help being angry. Then he spat and cursed angrily: "You damn thieves, you actually helped the people of the Oriental Kingdom! You are simply scum!"
Even I, as a child, couldn't believe why such people existed.
But no matter how we criticized and scolded him, the man turned his back and refused to listen. Instead, he beat him to death and shouted: "What do you bitches know? It will be our lifelong honor to be loyal to the Zishan family of the Oriental Kingdom. Stop right now, or wait for me." If my puppets capture you, you will only die."
The man in black robe spoke in a confident tone. At this time, he turned around and shined a flashlight, and found that many of the zombies were following us closely.
I have no doubt about the authenticity of what he said. This kind of person has completely collapsed his own three views when he has fallen into evil ways, and has become a lackey who lives dependent on others. The more this kind of person, the worse he treats his own people. It's cruel.
I can't imagine what he will do if he catches us.
Maybe let the zombies bite us to death, and then take our corpses back, and use their secret method of exterminating corpses to make what he calls puppets for him to continue to drive.
But fortunately, at this time, there suddenly was a turning point. Who would have thought that the fortune teller counted his fingers, pointed to the front and said: "Ahead, there is a way to escape!"
None of us expected that this fortune teller would actually play a big role at the critical moment. Now I immediately felt that it was not a loss at all to take the risk to save him from the current.
Everyone's eyes lit up, and Master Chen Guangge also turned to look at the fortune teller and asked: "Sir, what is the method you mentioned to escape and ascend to heaven? Please specify it immediately."
"Keep running!" Mr. Fortune Teller gritted his teeth and made a sprinting motion with his feet. He kept crossing rocks and puddles, and finally stopped in the middle of a corridor similar to a three-way intersection. He turned to look at Chen Yulin and said, "Do you know where the grave of the first generation ancestor of your Chen family is buried? What is its location?"
Chen Yulin's eyes were confused for a moment, then he shook his head: "I don't know."
The fortune teller calculated with his fingers, then pointed to the passage on the left and said, "Let's go here."
Probably out of trust in the fortune teller, we rushed in after him without a second thought.
The corridor here is particularly strange. After walking a few dozen meters, we suddenly encountered a dead end and the road ahead completely disappeared.
All of us stopped and looked at the fortune teller in panic: "What, what is going on? Didn't you say you could escape?"
At this time, the fortune teller turned to look at Chen Yulin: "Mr. Chen, this is the ancestral tomb of your family. What is inside is the first generation ancestor and old man of the Chen family in Shuanghu Town. Think about it, maybe you I have never been here before, and I am sure that the Japanese people behind them have absolutely no strength or means to open this door. As long as you can open the door of this tomb now, we can go in and take refuge, and then we can take a breath. Of course there are ways to deal with them."
The fortune teller said this with a calm look, as if he had seen through Chen Yulin and believed that he was definitely capable of opening this door.
But the reality is very irritating. Chen Yulin panicked at this time and shook his head: "No, I remember that the previous generation of our family never told me how to open the gate of the ancestor's cemetery. "
Because it is indeed like this. The knowledge and technology of the older generation are passed down by word of mouth, just like the masters of the Zhuang family in ancient times. Without writing, word of mouth is the most stable and safe way.
But this will also cause an unexpected situation. In this process of oral transmission, once the previous person has not finished speaking to the next person, the master has not yet passed it on to the apprentice. At that time, if an accident occurs and the master dies first, then the transmission process will be interrupted immediately.
As for the previous generation of the Chen family in Shuanghu Town, the previous head of the family died unexpectedly and mysteriously, so naturally there was nothing to explain.
Originally, all of our hopes were pinned on the fortune teller, but now it fell on Chen Yulin, but Chen Yulin said that he didn't know about it either, and our expectations were disappointed time and time again.
Many people seem to have lost their faith, and a feeling called panic lingers in the hearts of all of us.
