"Probably this is it!"
Song Siyuan looked at the crowd and explained: "Except for Li Xuanfu and Li Daocheng, all other concubines in the imperial court were cast into Jingguan. Now it seems that they used medicinal powder to preserve their bodies and prevent them from being dismembered for hundreds of years. It can be seen that the medicinal powder is long-lasting and effective, no matter what it is, we have to try it first!"
Yue Guanchao didn't want to give the powder to the old witch's group. If this was the case, they would probably die of internal fighting before the zombies ripped out their hearts. Since they were already grasshoppers on a rope, he simply gave the powder to the old witch and his gang. They all quickly applied the powder all over their bodies.
After a while, the palace door finally failed to withstand the collision of zombies and hit the ground with a loud bang. At this moment, everyone's hearts were in their throats.
The ruthlessness of the zombies has been obvious to all, and it is impossible for them not to be afraid. In order to test whether the powder works, and they cannot avoid the zombies, they can only let him crawl into the temple to see how effective the powder is: if the powder is still effective, they can pick it up To save a life, if the medicinal powder has expired after thousands of years, then they will definitely die.
Everyone knew this very well, and their hearts were beating so nervously that they didn't dare to take a breath. They saw the zombies groping through the crowd, completely ignoring them, and then they let out a breath.
"It's useful, it's useful, mother, we don't have to die."
Seeing that he didn't have to be killed by zombies, Tang Gelin was finally not so worried. As soon as the sound came out, everyone was worried again. Seeing that the zombie didn't respond, they realized that he was also indifferent to the sound.
"I understand. This zombie relies on smell to find prey. No matter what the formula of the powder here is, it will definitely disrupt these people's sense of smell and prevent them from detecting living creatures."
Seeing that the zombie was insensitive to sound, Song Siyuan looked at the crowd and explained the behavioral characteristics of the zombie: "If this is true, then this thing is not a zombie at all. It is probably also a kind of tiger, but we don't know what it is!"
"No matter what this thing is, it is true that it can forge Jingguan. Could it be that the undead are really causing trouble and want to kill everyone who enters the Soul Palace?"
Sun Daqiao's words were both mysterious and mysterious, but Song Siyuan felt that the casting of the capital was just a facade. In fact, the zombies had another purpose: "In our opinion, it was the casting of the capital. Maybe in the logic of the corpse, it was just foraging and building nests?"
These words made everyone's minds light up. Song Siyuan's words undoubtedly provided them with new ideas, and everyone motioned for her to continue.
Song Siyuan paused and continued to explain: "If it is just for the purpose of casting Jingguan, then there is no need to kill animals to fill the pagoda. If even animals are not spared, it means that the purpose of zombies is to kill them indiscriminately. Living animals, not Zhujingguan, shock others. In my opinion, these animals, birds and beasts have different scales and armor. Judging from the freshness of the corpses, he most likely went out along the cave to catch living animals and put them in the pagoda."
"Looking at it this way, I think the act of casting Jingguan is actually just building a nest to look for food!"
Seeing that everyone didn't understand, she gave an example that best suited the situation: "It's just like an otter. The otter will place driftwood and sand and debris in the stream to form a small water storage dam. It seems to us that the otter has a craftsmanship." Thoughts will build dams, but in reality they are just building nests and reproducing offspring. Only stable waters can provide a safe environment. They cut trees to block water just to slow down the water flow and create a stable water environment."
Her eyes lit up and she looked at the zombie who was gathering its broken limbs and arms: "This zombie may be piling up the corpses to store food or feed its cubs, but humans are just taking advantage of this biological habit. , provided him with an environment to store corpses, and the zombies used this place as a corpse storage nest. Over the past thousands of years, a lot of corpses have accumulated, and this is how we saw the corpse tower pagoda."
"This can't be done. How can we find food if this body has no head? Where did the cubs come from?"
Xu Xiake's curiosity aroused again, and everyone was confused. The zombie didn't even have a mouth, how could it eat.
"Just wait and see, the zombies are already collecting severed limbs, and they probably want to add corpses to it."
After saying that, everyone followed the zombie out of the palace. Yue Guanchao took the opportunity to put away the name tag and copper seal, put the ashes into a water bag, and then followed the zombie into the backyard.
As soon as they entered the palace gate, the zombies pulled countless arms, legs and feet and walked around the corpse tower. They picked up their arms like soil to plant rice seedlings and pierced the wet mud of the circular niche. After going back and forth several times, all the bones scattered in the yard had been removed. They gathered on the Jingguan and dyed the mud blood red and dirty.
This scene made their stomachs churn with nausea. Zhang Hansheng was furious when he saw that nearly a hundred of his engineers were dead. He knew he couldn't kill the zombie but didn't dare to shoot rashly, so he could only grit his teeth and stare at it.
After about an incense stick, the soil on the top of the Buddhist niche suddenly stirred, as if something was drilling a hole out. Black tentacles stretched out of the soil between breaths. They directly passed over countless mummies and extended their black tentacles to fresh animal carcasses.
When it is close to the wound, the top of the tentacles looks like an open umbrella, forming a slender black hand with five webbed fingers, which directly grasps the animal. More than a dozen hands suck continuously. In less than half an hour, the animal has been sucked dry of its grease.
