"This is……"
Everyone saw what was in Julie Zhang's hand, and their faces showed frightened expressions.
Just because the small section of vine in Julie Zhang's hand actually smelled of blood.
"What is this? What a murderous thing!"
Hu Liuyi exclaimed.
As the descendants of Captain Mojin, these local masters have been dealing with ghosts and ghosts for many years, so they naturally have a keen sense of danger.
Hu Liuyi could almost conclude that this piece of vine in front of him was alive!
and!
This thing is definitely not any known plant.
"Old pipe, do you recognize this thing?"
Hu Liuyi looked at the old man with wrinkles on his face.
The old man can't even hold his pipe now.
"This thing... looks familiar... I just can't remember which book I saw it in?"
Old Tobacco had a thoughtful expression on his face, his face was wrinkled into a dried chrysanthemum, and he looked like he was extremely constipated.
At this time, everyone's eyes returned to Julie Zhang.
Everyone is waiting for this woman to announce the answer.
This mixed-race beauty with a peerless appearance smiled and said lightly: "Have you forgotten? On the totem of faith of the indigenous people in the territory, the background of the painting of Xixiong Dazhu?"
Hearing this, Lao Yandou slapped his thigh and exclaimed: "That's it, let me tell you why it looks so familiar."
"What on earth is going on? Don't be too pretentious. I'm confused." Fatty Wang was so disturbed by these people's hazy chat that his heart was scratched like a cat's paw.
Lao Yanqiang coughed and said: "In the homes of the aboriginal people, you will often see some ancient portraits or sculptures. Among them, the image of the Xixiong Pillar is often extremely powerful and unyielding, and... ...It is said that Xixiong Dazhu is the descendant of a sun flower. There is often a sun flower in his background. And this sun flower is by no means the usual sunflower or sun wheel in the sky, but An unknown creature with vines that has powerful lethality.”
Having said this, Lao Yanqiang exhaled a breath, stared at the small piece of vine in Julie Zhang's hand and said: "I always thought this was just a legend, but I didn't expect it to be true... If the legend can't prove the truth... The existence of the majestic pillar, then this vine..." At this point, even if Lao Yanqiang didn't continue talking, everyone would probably understand the meaning.
The old smoker couldn't stop talking, probably because of the fear in his heart.
At this time, Julie Zhang continued: "In the ancient myths passed down orally by the indigenous people in the territory, humans in ancient times were dominated by demons and monsters!"
"Human beings in that era could not control their own life and death, and the fire of civilization was on the verge of extinguishing!"
"It is no exaggeration to say that mankind is about to perish because of this."
"In this darkest era, a series of mythical characters, including Xixiong Dazhu, emerged. They fought bloody battles and carved out a space for human survival."
"At this point, it is possible for human beings to continue in the ancient times."
"In the Middle Ages, when the stars of fire started a prairie fire, human beings spread their branches and leaves, and only then did they develop vigorously."
Julie smiled and said, "Don't look at me like this. These are just myths from ancient times."
"In ancient times, human beings were ignorant, and they liked to speculate and imagine unknown things. Even in modern times, the top beings of great mankind, when they cannot get answers in certain fields, they put everything aside. It all boils down to theology.”
"This is also the reason why great and outstanding human beings such as Einstein and Newton, who pioneered human science, finally believed in theology in their later years and returned to the embrace of God."
"Because they can't explain what they can't explain."
"So we can only attribute it to God's creation."
"When humans look up at the stars, the gears of destiny are already slowly turning."
As she spoke, Julie Zhang looked at the vine in her hand and said, "This is the origin of civilization history and mythology."
"In ancient times, humans were afraid of all the unknown, so religions and gods were born. The protection given by these powerful gods gave humans the courage to walk alone."
…
At this point, Julie Zhang returned to the original proposition: "Wei Malun's expedition was completely wiped out, and my grandfather returned to the Dark Lighthouse Empire with this vine alone, and never set foot in Yuxia again... I was also in the coma after he Only by looking through his diary did I know the records about Kongshi Mountain and Xixiong Tomb.”
Julie Zhang stretched out her hand and pointed to a strange mountain range in the distance and said: "According to records, this is the mountain range of Kongshi Mountain. It is the most mysterious geographical environment in the territory. Even the satellite star chain of the Dark Lighthouse Empire cannot capture the mountain range. There are cyclones hidden all year round, which seems to be a natural cover for anti-detection.”
Julie Zhang looked at Hu Liuyi and said: "It's just that the empty corpse mountain is too big and the Xixiong Tomb is hidden in it. I can't find it, so I can only ask you for help."
"Hu Liuyi, you are a student of the Nine Palaces of Huangquan and the heir to the Yin-Yang Secret Technique. Your ancestors even followed Emperor Wei Wu to serve as the Golden Colonel. I believe that with the help of your family's secret knowledge and the side knowledge of others, we can We can definitely find the entrance to the Xixiong Tomb.”
"I promised you that as long as we find the tomb, we will split the proceeds 50-50. In addition, I will definitely get the dragon blood orb in the hands of Xixiong Dazhu."
Finally, Julie Zhang made the final decision.
Hu Liuyi, Fatty Wang and Lao Yanqiang each looked at each other and said, "Let's start looking for the tomb."
But at this time, Fatty Wang asked very arrogantly: "If they are all dead, how did your grandfather survive?"
Julie Zhang's expression changed slightly, and then she said coldly: "That's another story."
…
A drop in the ocean, a feather of a mayfly.
Climb high and look far, and you will know how broad your mind is.
Song Ziyu stood on the high mountain, looking at the strange clouds around him, and felt how insignificant he was in this life.
"This is the empty corpse mountain." Elder Chen said, "We will arrive at our destination soon."
At this time, the two of them had caught up with the monk who was turning around the mountain.
After some small talk, the young monk in ragged clothes showed obvious joy: "So you are the old benefactor Chen. Master Abbot often mentions you. I am grateful to you and the late Mr. Yuan for your great virtue."
Mr. Chen waved his hand and said, "I don't want to take it seriously."
"Old donor Chen, please accept my worship."
As he said this, the young monk knelt down and kowtowed to Chen Youping inexplicably.
Mr. Chen quickly helped the monk up and said, "I have lived this long, little monk, please don't let me shorten my life."
"Thank you, Mr. Chen, for what you do, you will definitely be protected by all the Bodhisattvas and you will enjoy good fortune and longevity," the monk said.
This conversation left Song Ziyu in a fog. He had no idea what kind of good thing Mr. Chen had done that would make people feel so grateful.
