Thousand Lantern Night

"Brother, what should I do?" I swallowed my saliva and asked Poker Bottle.

The most frightening thing about these highly dense viscous giant worms is not their size, but the mucus they secrete is basically either strong acid or strong alkali, which is very corrosive.I don't want to be rolled into a chicken roll and melted into a pile of bones.

Poker Bottle motioned me to put the light away, and said, "Try it with fire."

I said "ah", "We seem to only have lighters."

Poker Bottle grabbed my hand, turned on the flashlight and shook it to the front right quickly: "There is a kindling over there, I'll cover behind you, you go and find something to ignite."

The light flickered by, then quickly turned off again.At that moment, I still saw a pile of planks and slats scattered all over the place not far ahead.It looks like it was washed down by water.

"Brother, wait for me!" I quickly memorized the terrain in my mind, jumped over there in twos and fumbled to pile up the planks and strips, and then took out some tissues from my bag.

Even wood is difficult to ignite because of the moisture.Unless there are flammable pyrophoric substances such as gasoline.I groped a few times where the boards were denser, looking for drier firewood to pile on top, and accidentally touched something sticky and fudge-like.I sighed in surprise, that's great, there is tree paste on the wood, which was a good material for making torches in ancient times.

I quickly rubbed a few handfuls with my hands, rubbed all the grease together, and then lit it with a paper towel.

Soon the fire was lit, and I put some boards on the side to expand the range of the fire as much as possible.

Most of these dark, cave-dwelling creatures are afraid of fire. If the fire is big and hot enough, they will crawl into dark corners instead of attacking us.

"Brother, come here!" I called Pokerfoil to retreat behind the fire, and continued to get more tree paste from the pile of wooden boards above.I flipped around for a while, and suddenly I picked up some smooth firewood, and threw it on the fire without paying attention.

Before throwing it out, I saw that the shape of the firewood was not right, so I took a closer look, and I went!It turned out to be human bones!Visual inspection is either a femur or a calf bone.My scalp was numb and I quickly threw it away. I turned my head and saw a pile of firewood in front of me. No matter how it looked, it looked like coffin boards!

Disgusted, I spread my hands and put them in front of my eyes, what kind of tree ointment, could it be corpse oil!

Hurry up and plunge into the water and scrub your head desperately.I'm so disgusted!

There was a sound of falling water from the opposite side, probably the Poker Bottle was splashing over.

A pair of feet came to my side.The stuffed oil bottle is here.Without raising my head, I said, "Little brother, take a quick look, that seems to be a mass burial site. Oh my god! I'm going to stink to death."

Poker bottle didn't speak, and he didn't move while standing beside me.

I looked up at him strangely: "Brother, what are you doing? I'm fine, go over there and have a look—"

As I was talking, I found something was wrong.This stuffy oil bottle next to me, when did he change his outfit? !Overalls, hiking boots turned into knickerbockers, old-style embroidered cloth shoes—I looked up with my mouth half-opened in surprise. He was wearing a strange-style jacket with a lapel collar, which looked a bit like the ancient costumes worn by Korean women. The closed arrow sleeves looked so strange that I was dumbfounded.

I looked at his face, yes, it was Poker Bottle.Unable to twitch his face, he smirked at him and said, "Brother, are you going to sing a big show? Where did you get this dress?"

With one hand behind his back, Poker-Face looked at me numbly and coldly.I couldn't stop laughing, why did I feel that the way he looked at me was like looking at an enemy who wanted to take his wife away?

The environment was already paradoxical enough.I was somewhat startled by Poker Face's appearance, I subconsciously took two steps back, and slowly stood up. "Brother?" I called out tentatively, and pointed to the group of funerals in front of me, "Shall we——go there?"

The strange thing is, why does his clothes look familiar to me the more I look at them?Seems like I've seen it somewhere before.At this time, Poker Fing's right hand behind his back moved, and then he suddenly kicked sideways very quickly, and kicked me in the chest.I almost flew backwards and slapped into the water.

Fortunately, the water here is not too deep. I fell into the water on my back and immediately stood up with my hands to look at him.

Porky Bottle jumped off the bank with a leap, and his right hand flashed out!A big black gold knife with a cold light is clasped in the front and back!

black gold!

The term popped up intuitively in my mind.At the same time, in a flash of thought, I suddenly remembered that his clothes were the mourning clothes worn by King Wannu who was sleeping in the coffin on the mural at the entrance of the cave just now!

He tore off the hem of the big apron on his lower body, that's what he looks like!

I'll go to his uncle's stuffy oil bottle, this is Wannu Wang's upper body!

I quickly turned around and dodged the blow from Poker Bottle from top to bottom.I got up and ran behind the fire, "Brother, what the hell are you doing! I'm Wu Xie!" I yelled indiscriminately.As a result, my foot slipped and I stumbled on the pile of wooden boards. When I fell, I grabbed a board and used it as a shield in one fell swoop, accepting a knife as powerful as a beast from the opponent.

The board cracked into two pieces.I was going crazy, I yelled in embarrassment and threw two boards towards him, and backed away desperately with my hands on my hands.

Poker bottle just dodged sideways, avoiding the board, and then raised his knife to stab me.

I can almost imagine the horror of being stabbed through the chest by him, nailed to the ground and convulsed.Usually, in a dangerous situation, I can at least have the hope that Pokerfinger can save me, but if it is Pokerfinger himself who brings me into a desperate situation, I have nothing to do.

I was almost cornered, throwing everything I could get my hands on at him.But this does not affect the speed of his pursuit.Poker bottle only paused for a moment, then took off a few meters away from me, and slashed down with the knife in both hands.

Suddenly, the surface of the water next to it broke open.A figure leaped out of the water and rushed towards Poker Bottle with a slash.The two collided and soon fell from mid-air and rolled into the pile of wooden boards.

When they fell in, I saw the familiar dungarees, hiking boots and hoodies in a daze, and then I was horrified to find out, how could there be two stuffy oil bottles!

After the two of them fell into the chaotic bushes, they immediately started a power struggle. I only saw pieces of wood that had been chopped off flying out of it from time to time, accompanied by muffled groans and groans.People who don't know think that there is a fight between restricted-rated goblins.Besides, two people who look the same, should it be Pokerfing's self-inflicted attack?

I was immediately ashamed of myself by this heartless thought.This is not the time to think about this kind of problem, hey!He quickly grabbed a handy wooden stick, climbed to the top of the pile of wooden boards in twos and threes, and went to lay hands on Poker Bottle.

That guy's black ancient gold knife is too powerful, Poker Bottle took the initiative in the battle to grab the knife, pinched that guy's neck to the ground, and grabbed his wrist with the other hand and smashed it hard on the ground, trying to smash the black gold Knock it out of his hand.That guy was not weak either. His upper body was restrained and his legs were not idle. He kicked up a few times vigorously, trying to kick Poker Bottle off him.

I jumped down quickly, but I didn't expect that the underground board was not strong, and when I slipped, I rushed down like stepping on a ski.This time I rushed right between the guy's legs, and I bumped into a lump of soft stuff, and then my neck was pinched by two legs.

That guy was attacked from top to bottom, and he took out a posture that he would not stop until I was killed, and trapped me to death.That kind of leg strength is really not what ordinary people can have. I feel that the strength vertebrae will soon be dislocated and broken.He had no choice but to grasp the wooden stick in his hand and slammed it on the thigh joint.After finally catching him loose, I took the opportunity to get out, pressing down on his legs with one hand.

Poker-finger and I were the bullies of the first decent women in the street, and pushed the old boy into the pile of firewood in an extremely shameful posture.

The man's upper and lower body was restrained, furious, and let out a roar of extreme anger.Immediately afterwards, a string of chirping birdsong popped out of his mouth, roaring at the two of us.

I was out of breath by his restless twisting and twisting force, and I gritted my teeth and asked Poker Bottle: "Brother, do you want to find something to plug his mouth?"

Poker Ping didn't answer me, just gave him a knife, and slapped him on the side of his neck.

The guy immediately let out a painful snort, his whole body relaxed, and he was probably going to faint.Poker-Face casually stripped off his trousers, and tied him tightly on the spot.When the guy with his bare legs was dragged by Poker Face and sat on the coffin lid behind, I saw his aggrieved little eyes kept staring at Poker Face, as if he was also surprised that there was someone who looked exactly like him .

Poker Fing silently picked up the black ancient gold knife, held it in his hand and stroked the blade slowly with his fingers, wondering what he was thinking.

In fact, everything we have encountered so far is very strange. I even wonder if we have "traversed" and returned to the earlier day when the Silk Book of the Warring States Period appeared in front of my eyes.

But obviously this is impossible.

Thoughts were running around in my mind, I had no clue at all, watching Poker Face caressing the knife with great concentration, it was as fierce as a lifetime.

"Brother, that, although it's weird, it's a good thing to get the knife back. You can't use other tools, but this one is the best." I wondered what happened to Poyoufeng, this knife can arouse him Lots of memories, that's for sure.But the most important thing right now is not this, but this guy in front of him.

Isn't Poker Bottle curious what's going on?

But Poker-Face didn't seem to care about me at all, just looked at the knife silently, and said after a long time, "Wu Xie, the first time I met you was to buy this knife from your third uncle."

"Ah." I answered subconsciously, of course I know this.But at this time, why do you suddenly say this.

"Every generation of the patriarch of the Zhang family will be buried with this knife." Poker Ping said again, his voice didn't sound fluctuating, but I felt some kind of emotion he was suppressing.

"No matter where this knife is strayed, the new generation of Zhang family's patriarchs will try their best to get it back. The behavior of each generation is like a reincarnation, too long and too far away, and no one knows where this knife originated from. I only know that it has something to do with my life experience. When all the mysteries are revealed, I will face a new reincarnation."

In my impression, Poker Bottle is the kind of person who is not good at talking. I don't know what his purpose is for telling me these things at this time, but I can feel the turbulent emotions in his heart.Although he didn't show anything externally, his unusual performance explained the problem.

His hand slowly gripped the blade, his fingers tightened, and I was afraid that he would cut off all his fingers with one force.I went over and grabbed him, "Brother, what's wrong with you? Anyway, the knife is back now."

He stood there motionless, but held Hei Jin more tightly, as if he was saying to me and himself: "Wu Xie, this knife is not that important to me, why are you so stupid?" .”

Poker-Face said as he reached out to get my flashlight, unscrewed it, and a beam of bright light shot towards the opposite stone wall.

There are still mottled murals on it, and my eyes moved forward slowly along the flashlight, until a group of people were carrying a coffin that was not completely closed to a huge door in the picture.From the exposed part of the coffin, one can see that the person lying inside is still with his eyes open, and there are two things on the coffin lid that covers his neck: a black meteorite iron knife, and a black and green meteorite jade seal.

I won't say anything about the person inside the coffin. According to the previous inference, he should be the Wannu King.What surprised me is that both the Hei Gu Jin Dao and the Ghost Seal originally belonged to Wan Nu Wang?

But just now Pokerfing said that Hei Jin followed each generation of the Zhang family.Is it because the Zhang family originated in the Northeast area, and was the first family to obtain the black gold of the Wannu King?

I feel that the meaning of stuffy oil bottle is not only that.

Looking at those narrative murals, I thought of the last time we were in Yunding Tiangong, we only got very fragmentary information about the exploration of King Wannu.However, these murals in front of us have largely restored the legend of the Eastern Xia Dynasty about King Wannu. It feels as if someone has obtained this information, and then pieced it together to tell us.

"Ahhh!" The guy who looked exactly like Poker Ping tried to stand up, muttering something.

Poker bottle walked towards him with a knife in hand, knelt down in front of him, and looked at him indifferently.

That guy didn't look scared at all, and said a lot of birdsong to Poker Bottle, which seemed to be trying to communicate.Not to mention that there are so many dialects in China, as far as modern society is concerned, the new dialects have actually been simplified a lot.If there's a dialect you don't understand at all, not even a single word, it must be a very old language.

So I can't understand the accent of this guy in front of me at all. If I want to communicate normally, I must not be able to.

Pokerfing stuck the knife in the wooden board beside him, and said a bunch of words to the guy.I was completely shocked when he spoke the exact same accent as that guy, Poker Bottle, do you want to be so omnipotent!