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What a plan! So patient! What a cruel heart? !
How long ago was the first batch of living dead who came to this island?
They couldn't remember clearly either. So long... those of them who have lived in the past fifty years can be regarded as more than seven thousand generations.
The living dead are not eternal either. Even if there is a formation to delay the collapse of the body, the mortal body will eventually be destroyed one day, and they cannot exist forever.
They were just trapped in the dead body for a long time, until the body carrying the soul finally couldn't bear the erosion of time and collapsed, completely shattered.
The predecessors who came before them "died" here generation after generation, and then new living dead arrived to report.
If these novices are lucky enough, they can also get advice from their seniors who didn't have time to "die".
In the long years that have passed, there are many living dead who have discovered clues to the island's mystery, and there are also many brave men who have gone to explore it.
Some of the living dead never came back. Some people try their best but can't find the slightest clue.
In the end, these living dead all unfortunately died in this cursed land. They never gained freedom or found their past until they died, and they never closed their eyes until they died.
But the cursed land still did not give up harming those poor people. Group after group of ignorant living dead were sent here, repeating the tragic fate of their ancestors who struggled to death.
Were the lives that had been wronged for so many years part of the mastermind's plan from the beginning?
So who are they? Their efforts over the years...heh, it's really ridiculous.
"Each of us has similar scars on our bodies, either on the neck, waist and abdomen, or on the top of the head. They vary in size and depth, but if you look closely, they are all sword wounds. Including those members who still retain memories of their lives, All without exception.”
"It seems that the techniques are all similar, and most of them are fatal with one blow. This means that we were probably killed in a premeditated manner, and then came back to life as the living dead under the influence of the special formation here."
"Our loss of memory may also have something to do with this."
Seeing that everyone had calmed down a little, Fang Zhuo began to analyze it in detail.
God knows how shocked he was when he saw the letter from Zheng Jie. It felt like the whole world had been overturned by these thin pieces of paper, and the inner defenses were instantly wiped out.
When he learned about this, his first reaction was also false. It was Qin Ming's conspiracy. He wanted to throw out the hot paper leaves in his hand and burn them all on fire.
After thinking about it again, I felt that what the other party said was most likely true, and could even be said to be the explanation closest to the truth. And in response to the various discoveries and speculations passed down, it really fits together one by one.
This forced him to believe everything Zheng Jie said.
He also calmed down for several days, managed to clear up his guilty conscience, and sent people to collect information. Finally, he felt that he would tell all the living dead about this matter today.
After all, they are all victims in this matter and are qualified to know the truth of the matter.
They might not win. The enemy's presence was more than they could bear.
but--
Even if they can't win, they still have to fight hard to seek justice from the culprit who caused them trouble.
Before that, at least let them know the truth.
The living dead were immersed in incomparable hatred, and the thick malice flooded the entire hall.
And Ningxia, which can be said to be the only outsider, is still clear at the moment. When she heard about the tactics of the mastermind behind the scenes, she was inevitably a little timid and worried.
Because she has not yet suffered such a fate, Ningxia can remain innocent for the time being. Ningxia thinks more about the conspiracy behind the scenes.
If, as Fang Zhuo analyzed, the Cursed Land and the Living Dead were a carefully designed game from beginning to end, it would indeed be sensational.
The mastermind behind the scenes has great endurance and has been dormant for many years. He built a zombie city like this under the eyes of the Yue family and sent people into it batch by batch. The purpose is to continuously obtain human souls.
How did he do that?
Or is it possible that this matter is a conspiracy of the Yue family? Thinking of this, everyone in Ningxia felt bad.
Unlike other people, Ningxia can be said to have had close contact with the Yue family, which can be considered a fate. Lord Yue is a kind and warm-hearted man, and his granddaughter is a girl who "knows how to repay kindness".
One gave her a Bodhi bracelet, and the other saved her when her spiritual power went crazy. The thought that their family might have constructed such a terrible conspiracy, or even be involved in it, made everyone feel bad.
To make matters worse, she is still participating in exchange conferences organized by others. The organizer is the Yue family. If this matter has nothing to do with them, then they will only have to declare her dead and close the inheritance tower, and her life will probably end here.
Ning Xia shook her head hard, trying to drive away these pessimistic emotions.
No, no, don't be so pessimistic! Ning Xiaoxia, you are a woman with golden fingers.
Ningxia is undergoing intense psychological construction. The living dead in the seats finally began to commotion.
Some people don't seem to be able to accept this almost absurd truth. There was doubt in their eyes and a trace of undetectable panic deep in their eyes.
Maybe they already believe it in their hearts, but they still want to get a denial answer to cover up their uneasiness and confusion.
Fang Zhuo can also understand their psychology. So when faced with the finger that was almost pointing to his nose, I didn't blame it and silently pushed it away.
He waved his hand to signal the chattering living dead below to quiet down.
"I know it's hard for everyone to believe it when you suddenly say this. Not to mention you, even I find it hard to believe it."
"If you don't believe me, then you should believe my brother's prediction. He can be sure that this matter is true."
"I still remember the reversal of the hexagram that my brother calculated a few days ago, a sudden omen of great misfortune. It predicted that a third party would intervene in the war, and we might have no chance of winning."
After returning that day, he told He Ming what Zheng Jie wrote in his letter and anxiously asked for his advice. The elder brother showed no excitement or even surprise. He even patted him on the shoulder to encourage him, as if nothing in the world could escape his clear eyes.
Fang Zhuo knew that he was already timid and had a faint intention of shrinking back.
no. They can't win. Hope is too slim. How can such an enemy teach them how to win?
He wanted to say it, but he couldn't say it when he looked into He Ming's deep eyes. The other party saw through him. He could clearly see the understanding and understanding in the other person's eyes, which made him very ashamed and didn't know how to face his brother.
Finally, He Ming gave him three hexagrams about this war.
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