After beating and beating, Lin Chou realized something was wrong.
"I said, you two should take a break from watching the fun, and then help me analyze it first. What does it mean that this guy gets more energetic the more he beats him?"
The main reason is that no matter how Lin Chou beats the bloody corpse, even if he stretches it five or six times like a gummy candy and ties a bow on it and gives it half a second, it can still return to its original shape. The bones snap and break and grow again. The sound of them together had never stopped from the beginning until now, and Lin Chou always had the feeling that his strength was getting stronger and his body was getting stronger.
Master Shan replied casually,
"Analysis Mao Analysis, please try harder."
The potted plant on the other end nodded wildly.
"Bang bang bang."
The ground shook, and it seemed that the entire island was on the verge of collapse. The halo of Origin's death surrounded the entire island like a canopy, and countless people could no longer be counted.
Lin Chou asked through gritted teeth while pressing the bloody corpse to the ground and beating it hard.
"I...still...exerted...hard?"
"Crack!"
I don't know how deep under the ground in the center of the island, there was a sudden explosion like rolling thunder.
The sound was like two peaks weighing hundreds of millions of tons colliding into each other while accelerating. The huge sound waves and vibrations made the eardrums hurt and the eyes black.
Master Shan's body stiffened.
"Is this... the base of the island has been smashed to pieces?"
"Fuck, stop smashing, stop smashing...wait!!"
Suddenly, Master Shan was startled,
"Were you splashed by the blood of a bloody corpse?"
Lin Chou moved his hand "click, click, click", crushing all the bones of the bloody corpse, and then swung it around in his hand like a whip to prevent the bloody corpse from recovering again.
"Ah...the blood doesn't seem to be of any use to me. I just discovered it."
Master Shan swallowed his saliva,
"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, this island may sink soon, don't plant potted plants, move your things and leave."
Lin Chou asked, carrying the bloody corpse.
"Then how do you fix this thing?"
Master Shan scratched his scalp and thought for a while,
"How about you just carry it? You don't have to take a boat anyway... You can't just throw this thing into the sea."
"..."
"Pfft~"
A gray mist exploded, and the Warlock Master appeared, his cloak covered with thick cobwebs.
"There were a lot of spiders in the library, which wasted a lot of time. Fortunately, we found them."
Master Shan said quietly,
"You are already a spirit, and you are still afraid of spiders?"
The warlock tore off the cobwebs all over his body and spoke in an angry tone.
"The spider was over two meters long - God knows how they cleaned the library."
The warlock took out two books from his sleeves,
"Here, this is part of Mingguang Unofficial History. Hey, I took a look before I came here. The author believes that the entire world has been swallowed up into a 'yellow cloud nebula' universe - ahem, I think his inspiration should come from Look at the yellow clouds in the sky. He recorded in this 'Diary of the Founder of Mingguang': 'The most brave and capable legions in the last days have formed a unified alliance. Each legion echoes each other and fights to the death to kill the living corpses. The alien beasts were expelled and a stable order was established. Then, they all disappeared, and the base city system emerged... Only those figures with blood-red skin and burly figures standing tall like giants still remain in people's memories' - this is the original text, The writing is not very good, but I still have a hand-drawn picture, look at it.”
The warlock unfolded a page of the book and held it high. Lin Chou squinted and looked at it.
This is a crude pencil drawing. In the front are seven warriors wearing different styles of armor, holding flags and shouting on top of the city wall. Behind them is an endless mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The pattern on one of the warriors' armor is similar to that of a bloody corpse. The armor is strikingly similar.
In other words, the same thing.
The warlock flipped through the pages of the book,
"The legion led by this warrior is called the 'Spirit Summoning Army'. It is said that its leader has the magical power to summon ancient heroic spirits to bless the entire army - wait a minute, I also discovered something."
"Ah, here, several patterns on the armor are described in detail in this book. They are said to be the style of occult spiritualism in the eighteenth century. This is a belief that everything in the world has a soul and spirit and all matter. The theoretical philosophy that phenomena are all products of the soul or spirit. Oh, the patterns on the armor are all depicted in the books on this theory, and they are exactly the same. Let me look at the author of this book - Eighteenth Century Spiritualism... .Compiled by Shen Daru of the Ancient Literature Society, eh? Do you think this name sounds familiar?"
"Shen Daru is our investor."
Master Shan asked in confusion,
"So what do you want to express...Do you still want to discuss philosophy with the Living Corpse Research Institute? Then your taste is really strong, so heavy that it turns blue and purple."
The warlock closed the book with a snap,
"These bloody corpses have the smell of the summoning ceremony. I can smell it. Also, don't you find this armor strange? A living zombie who is notoriously brainless actually knows how to make himself a pair of armor?"
Lin Chou roared,
"Master Shan is more famous for being brainless than a living corpse. Talking to him about philosophy, Master Warlock, aren't you afraid that your SIN value will return to zero?"
The warlock muttered as he put his partition back and shook it twice.
"I still think there is a conspiracy here. With the intelligence of a living corpse, if I can think of planting a tree of armor for myself, I will eat my own brains - Hey, do you think this could be the corpse of a former Spirit Summoner Army soldier? , turned into a blood corpse for some unknown reason, and this armor originally belonged to him - no, then the smell of this summoning ritual doesn't make sense, unless, unless -"
Master Shan waved his hand to interrupt,
"Don't worry about it. The island is going to sink. You can leave quickly. Your nagging won't help at all."
"Hey, the sky is still mine. I weakened the blood corpse by myself. I don't know who can't help... Oh, by the way, I notified the garrison when I went back and brought back a signal transmitter. , it can be used once the mist has dissipated, Lin Chou, the Scientific Research Institute has asked you to ensure the survival of the Blood Corpse Commander, 'The price is negotiable' - these were the exact words of the bearded dean."
Lin Chou sighed,
"Everywhere I go, people give me money. I can't stop this luck."
...
An hour later, Bonzai shot the last set of shots of the island sinking.
Lin Chou stood boredly on the sea and swung the huge Blood Corpse Commander Yo-Yo. Two lifeboats, one large and one small, were parked quietly beside him. Farther away, Sikong's crew members were holding a piece of driftwood in their hands. Everyone is here.
Shan Ye murmured,
"Why do these guys look like Xiaoqiang? I thought they were all blown up before."
Sikong said indifferently,
"If my people are destroyed so easily, how can my father trust them to protect me? Are you kidding..."
Under the control of Lin Chou walking on the waves, the sea surface nearby seemed to be frozen without a trace of waves, and it could be used as a mirror.
However, the fog nightmare has not dissipated, so we can only trouble these people to stay blind for a while longer.
"Uh, does anyone remember the directions?"
"The pointing needle is useless in the fog nightmare. Besides, if the direction can be known in the fog nightmare, then the fog nightmare won't be called a fog nightmare."
"What's that called?"
"It's haze."
"..."
Bonzai waved his hands excitedly and said to Lin Chou in a praising tone,
"Ah ha, I really saw you right. There are big events wherever you go. I am quite satisfied with these shots. I will add an extra chicken drumstick to the lunch box later."
Lin Chou said without raising his head or opening his eyes,
"Oh, I remember you brought compressed biscuits or something like that. You can eat that while I'm cooking."
Potted Plant was stunned for a moment - it seemed that she had forgotten that a certain Poseidon's kitchen was never limited to land, and the same was true for Heichenhai.
