In the president's room on the third basement floor of the Nanhua District Headquarters Building, Sima Zhao was still waiting for the news of Ji Qinglin's death in the explosion.
Meanwhile, the fifth floor at the bottom of the building.
Two Nanhua District sect disciples wearing white robes were each holding a rosewood box in their hands, walking into this underground space that few people usually set foot on.
Although the fifth floor is not large in area, and the interior is empty, with a panoramic view of everything, it is a place that ordinary people in the chamber of commerce cannot enter.
Only members of the Sima family have the right to enter.
Except for another room connected to the elevator door, there are no ventilation, drainage, doors or windows.
The perfectly circular ground floor is the center, covered with exquisite and unique blood-red tiles. The custom-made tiles are combined into a huge five-pointed star shape on the ground.
Two disciples came to the wall next to them and tapped three times. A computer screen lit up, and what was displayed on the screen was the five-pointed star pattern on the ground.
Among them, the taller disciple stepped forward to enter the password, and the other, thinner disciple looked around casually and said:
"This is my first time coming here. If it hadn't been for the president's accident, the elders had all gone to the meeting, and it wouldn't have been our turn. Is this the legendary burial place of the Corpse Ancestor?"
"Of course, otherwise why would we be so well-guarded?"
"Actually, I have never understood that the corpse cultivation techniques in our Nanhua District are passed down from the ancestors of each family. Could the corpse ancestor in this rumor be the ancestor of each family? Doesn't it mean that there is only one person here?"
The tall disciple was obviously more senior, so he turned around and said:
"Actually, I also heard that this corpse ancestor is not from our Sima family, but a corpse cultivator from a long time ago. It is said that there were differences in the corpse cultivation technique within the sect at that time, and there were differences between my cultivators and others. The difference between me as the master and corpse as the master.
In the end, there was an internal fight within the sect and our Sima family advocated that the branch he cultivated won the victory, but at that time my branch was defeated and fled. It is said that this Corpse Ancestor was the leader of our branch who was finally caught with a trick.
Because my practice is to cultivate my body to the point where it is free from life and death, like a corpse but not a corpse, so their bodies are different from ordinary Qi practitioners, especially this leader, so our Sima family will treat them as It was sealed so that future generations could borrow the corpse. Perhaps it was just for the sake of sound that it was called the Corpse Ancestor.
Of course, these are also rumors within the sect, and no one knows whether they are credible. "
The thin disciple nodded and said:
"Perhaps this is really the case. Isn't what you are holding in your hand the arm of the Corpse Ancestor transplanted by President Sima Zhao? Mine is the heart transplanted by Sima Duan. By the way, if Sima Shi is really replaced as the president, maybe The image of the Chamber of Commerce could be better, but the former president was too extravagant, and the remaining corpses alone fill a whole basement."
"Shh, these words are not nonsense. If you are overheard, you will be punished to assemble the body of the former president."
"Can you really put it together? That Ji Qinglin is quite perverted. Even if he is strong, his moves are still so obscene. I saw him doing it like this."
The tall disciple interrupted after entering the password:
"Okay, stop talking so much nonsense, finish it quickly and leave. This is the place with the strongest Yin Qi in the entire Nanhua District."
After the disciple entered the password, he clicked on the left and right corners and the middle part of the five-pointed star.
Di——
Ceramic tiles in the center of the clearing slowly rise to reveal custom-made storage cabinets below.
The tall disciple stepped forward and opened the rosewood box, took out the two white arms of the corpse ancestor inside, and placed them in the storage cabinets at the left and right ends of the five-pointed star.
The thin disciple took out the processed corpse ancestor's heart and put it into the storage box in the center.
Watching the storage cabinet slowly fall, the two disciples did not notice that in the rosewood box held by one of them, a drop of blood rolled down and hit the blood-red tiles, quickly seeping into it.
"Huh, okay, hurry up and leave. I really don't dare to come to this place alone."
After returning the storage cabinet and computer, they turned off the lights and were about to leave.
boom--
A rather slight impact sound came from behind.
The two subconsciously looked back and saw that everything in the empty storage room was as before.
"What's the sound? Just say this place is evil,"
"How do I know? Go back and take a look."
"Are you sick? Just finish your work and leave immediately. If you want to go back, you can go back."
"Oh, are corpse cultivators still afraid of this? Let's go, what if there is a mechanical failure or underground collapse?"
The two reluctantly returned to the basement, but there was no movement at all.
Thumb thump thump——
The taller disciple walked to the five-pointed star in the middle and gently stepped on it, but still didn't hear anything unusual.
"It seems so~"
The disciple suddenly screamed before he finished speaking, and his body suddenly shrank and fell to the ground. Blood flowed down the soles of his feet, and the blood that flowed out quickly seeped into the ground.
After falling to the ground, the disciple discovered that where he had just stepped, there was a sharp bloody thorn standing up from the gap in the tiles. Because the color was the same, he did not notice that he accidentally stepped on it.
Another disciple saw that something was wrong and hurriedly tried to run to the elevator, but many thin blood threads immediately popped out from the gaps in the tiles and tied him up and pulled him back.
Before it hit the ground, multiple blood-red sharp thorns protruded from the gaps in the tiles.
Puff puff--
The disciple who was pulled back and fell to the ground had several bloody holes on his legs.
The two of them still wanted to scream, but the bloodshot threads that seemed to be alive quickly completely tied their mouths.
boom--
A familiar voice came from underneath them again, and the good news was that now the two of them finally knew where the voice came from.
It seemed that he knew that there was no way to escape from this kind of collision, so the sound stopped after just two collisions.
As more blood flowed out of the two people, the blood threads gradually began to gather in the area above the five-pointed star, seeming to be groping for a closed structure.
Gudu——
Blood emerged from the top of the five-pointed star, and the storage cabinet slowly rose up.
Relying on this method, the living Bloodshot quickly opened all the storage cabinets.
The two disciples, who were already somewhat exhausted from blood loss, had no ability to resist at all, and could only watch helplessly as the body parts in the storage cabinet slowly gathered together.
Legs, arms, head, torso. Every part of the body was covered in thick blood, making it difficult to see clearly.
Different parts are temporarily put together through blood-stitched splicing, but there are still obvious incisions between the body parts.
Judging from the outline of the body, she was a young woman. Her long blood-red hair hung down to cover her face. Blood covered her whole body like clothes. There were black tattoos on the exposed parts of her body.
The red-haired woman clothed in blood briefly moved her muscles, looked at her surroundings, and walked gracefully to the two of them.
He reached out and pulled off the Taoist robe from one of them and wrapped it around him before asking:
"A descendant of the Sima family?"
The voice was extremely charming, and there was no trace of the tone of someone who had been sealed here and had just been resurrected.
The two disciples looked at each other and nodded tremblingly.
The red-haired woman raised her hand and tapped the places where the blood thorns had punctured the two of them. The bleeding wounds seemed to be blocked. Then she tapped several major acupuncture points. The two of them only felt pain on their bodies. A light.
Seeing that the two of them were not in danger for the time being, the red-haired woman moved her body and asked:
"What is the situation outside now? What is the status of the Corpse Cultivator Sect? Who is the leader?"
Listening to the red-haired woman in front of them asking questions continuously, the two of them didn't know how to answer for a while.
"Keeping the two of you alive is of little use, if that's not possible."
"My lord, Corpse Ancestor, I will tell you what I will tell you."
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Sima Zhao and Sima Shi waited in vain all night in the conference room, but there was no news about Sima Changhen's success.
Sima Zhao also started to get a little anxious, but logically speaking, there should be no opponent in the whole of Bangkok for his father's method of drawing thunder. The last blow that seriously injured Lei Qiong was the best proof.
Could it be that something unexpected happened?
Just as Sima Shi was thinking about whether to send someone to inquire about Xindong Street, the door of the president's room opened, and a disciple wearing a turban and a chamber of commerce robe came in.
"It's becoming more and more unruly. If anyone asks you not to knock on the door, just do it."
The person pulled off the headscarf and swung her long red hair behind her, revealing the face of a woman who was extremely charming even without makeup.
Not only Sima Shi, but also Sima Zhao, who had a mechanical body next to the tank, was also completely stunned. Neither of them expected that such a strange thing would happen again at this time. Sima Zhao said in shock:
"Jiang Chen!"
Looking at the surprised faces of one person and one robot, Corpse Ancestor Jiang Chen showed a seductive smile and said:
"It's true that the rules are becoming more and more unruly. After all, you, the younger generations of the Sima family, are able to achieve what they are today because of me. They don't just call me ancestors or corpse ancestors, but they call me by their first names."
Except for a few people with special positions in the Sima family, almost no one knew Jiang Chen's true identity and the past events of that year.
Sima Shi bowed and said:
"I wonder if the ancestor wants to leave seclusion?"
"The people of the Sima family are still so hypocritical. They will escape as soon as they can. There is no need to talk about getting out of seclusion. Of course I came out to take over your position as the president."
Sima Zhao was already a little angry because he did not receive the news that Ji Qinglin was killed. At this time, Jiang Chen, the zombie ancestor, escaped from the seal and grabbed the position of the president. He said unhappily:
"Ancestor, I'm afraid this is a joke. If you want to live a long life, we will naturally make arrangements. However, I am afraid that the position of president will never fall to you."
The seductive smile on Corpse Ancestor Jiang Chen’s face became even brighter:
"It seems that I did not come out to kill people in a revengeful manner, which gave you some illusions that I was negotiating with you."
Knowing that Jiang Chen was alone, Sima Zhao felt confident and said:
"I'm afraid it's not our turn in Nanhua District."
Jiang Chen flicked his fingers outward, and the blood needle shot out quickly and pierced Sima Zhao's brain in the middle of the cylinder. Sima Zhao's robot body also followed suit.
Jiang Chen explained with a smile:
"Just now I was thinking whether I should kill you in the name of revenge against the Sima family, or in the name of your cruelty and incompetence as the president. Now that I think about it, it may not be necessary. I just don't want to listen to you. "
Bang - bang -
As Jiang Chen snapped his fingers, the blood needle injected into Sima Zhao's brain exploded instantly.
The splashing brains shot onto the cylinder, and Sima Zhao's robot body also stopped.
"It's finally quiet. So, what do you think? Vice President Sima Shi?"
Thank you for your reading and support! (Jiang Chen’s story sounds like Li Mochou’s.)
(End of chapter)
