Salted Fish Zombie [Unlimited]

At three o'clock in the night, all the doors of the Flower Temple were locked.

There are no believers outside, and there are few people in white clothes inside.

A few players groped their way to the second floor in the dark, and the dark iron door on the second floor was also locked by several layers of chains and iron locks.

Most of the players have already exhausted their strength when they walked down after the holy flower became active. This black gate is really powerless.

Just as Ning Su was about to step forward, Ning Changfeng walked over first, and snapped the iron chain with a cold face.

The players broke out in a layer of cold sweat, intuitively feeling the gap between them and Ning Changfeng.

The black iron chains were as thick as a child's wrist, and they couldn't lift their arms at this moment, but Ning Changfeng tore them apart.

Ning Changfeng pushed open the door and motioned for them to go in.

The second floor is larger than the third floor, and a huge pool occupies 90% of the area. The one-meter-high pool is full of rotten swamps, and the air is filled with the rotten smell familiar to players.

It was the first time for Fang Qi to see black putrid mud, "Is this the swamp mud from the Land of the Pregnant God?"

They didn't waste time, Su Xiangsheng asked him while taking off his coat: "The day we came to the hall, were you telling us about the land of the pregnant god? Why did you say this?"

Fang Qi also took off his robe, "I heard about the Land of the Pregnant God several times from the saintess and several Patriarchs in the Temple of Flowers, but I have never been there, I guess you have been, so when you look at me, just I told you this key clue that I didn't understand."

Jia Chensheng didn't say a word, he might have known the secret of the Land of the God of Pregnancy a long time ago.

The pool was very large, and the nine players were exhausted, but no one shirked them. They spread out in different directions of the pool, and stretched their arms into the rotting mud to search for An Xiang's body inch by inch.

Whether they really wanted to help the two poor girls, or they wanted to get clues from the girls, they groped earnestly in the rancid and disgusting slime without complaint.

Ning Su noticed that Ning Changfeng would look at him from time to time.

He turned his head and was about to ask him, when suddenly he heard Fang Qi call out: "I seem to have found it!"

The pool was really big, but it was incomparable to Heize. Nine people searched for one person in nine locations, and they found it soon.

Fang Qi stretched his hands into the rotten mud, and picked up a dead body covered in rotten mud after ten seconds.

On the other side, Dong Xilai also picked up a rotting corpse.

Ning Su came out of the pool and walked around to Fang Qi to pick up the corpse he found, and Leng Chang also picked up the corpse Dong Xilai found.

One after another, players found human limbs and limbs, and they put those aside first.

"The ones that rotted more seriously should be the flower attendants who died in the morning and two days ago, and were brought here by the men in white from the third floor."

"Well, An Xiang died tonight, let's look at the most complete body first."

Wipe off the rotten mud on their faces one by one, the most complete body is indeed An Xiang's body.

The putrid mud has a corrosive effect. Some of them went to find water to wash it, while the other were hesitating whether to bring An Xiang's girlfriend.

"She went upstairs to search, will she disturb the king and be punished?"

Ning Changfeng sneered.

Ning Su raised his eyes and saw that his face was ugly, as if he wanted to kill someone, and the target of killing was naturally the person mentioned in Fang Qi's words.

His little black snake must have seen something.

Last time at Boss Qi's place, he turned into a little white snake and went to the black house to see what he saw. Ning Su wanted to ask, but he said that he would tell him after he woke up from sleep, but he didn't say anything later.

This time he still didn't tell him.

Jia Chensheng: "No, I don't think we can tell her, so at least she has another thought. If she knows that An Xiang is dead, she will be ashamed."

For a flower attendant, the most frightening thing is to feel ashamed. They have seen the end of Dai Dong and Meng Linjia.

Two players bring a bucket of water from the third floor.

Jia Chensheng pushed a 50-year-old man next to him to the front, "Let Lao Li clean up Anxiang's body and examine it. He was a senior forensic doctor before entering the game."

The other players have no objection, and there is no one more suitable than him.

Lao Li used a towel to clean up the putrid mud on Anxiang's face and arms first. "There is a little rot on the face, and a blood vessel poked out on the forehead. There are no other serious injuries."

"A deep wound cut by a sharp weapon on the neck." Lao Li said uncertainly: "It may be a fatal injury."

He is not sure that his professional ability is not enough. He has more than 20 years of experience, which can still be seen.

It's just that this world is too weird, their bodies have already exceeded the normal range of human beings, and his professional experience in studying the corpses of normal people has become less certain.

Many players didn't have much blood in their blood vessels, and they were still alive. He was really not sure about the way to die by cutting the blood vessels in their necks.

Several players were stunned. This method of death was too "realistic" and not within their imagination.

Lao Li lifted Anxiang's wide sleeves, "There are scratches and scratches, and there are also blood vessels protruding from the skin."

He opened An Xiang's dead hand again, saw that there was a small sharp blade in her tightly clenched hand, and said in a deep voice, "She might have committed suicide."

He believed that in such a world, no one would ridiculously fake the illusion that she committed suicide before being thrown into putrid mud.

Several players were even more stunned.

They never thought that An Xiang committed suicide.

Why did she commit suicide?

Lao Li cleaned Anxiang's other hand again, "The sacred flowers growing from her fingers are gone, but the ones in her body parts are still there."

The elderly forensic doctor mercifully washed away the rotten mud for An Xiang, picked up the flower attendant robe he was wearing, covered her body, covered her face, did not check again and did not say anything.

When he came back, his eyes were red.

Jia Chensheng patted him on the shoulder, and said to the others: "Old Chen's daughter is about the same age, and she passed away the year before last."

Players understand.

The grief of the old forensic doctor merged into the shock and heaviness of the players, and there was silence in the hall.

In the end, it was Fang Qi who was the youngest, unable to hold back, "Why did she commit suicide? She has endured so much pain, and they will soon see the light of day. She was so happy when she went up! How could she commit suicide!"

No one answered his question, no one speculated about the reasons for the poor girl's suicide.

The more angrily he questioned, the more silent the scene became, deep and extremely depressing.

Ning Su stared blankly at the corpse.

In fact, he didn't say much to An Xiang. At first, he was afraid of her resistance to men. After all, she had been severely hurt by many men in her life.

Not only did he not talk to her, but every time he went to the small window or went to find Fang Qi, he would bypass their bed and go around in a circle before passing.

Later, Ning Su discovered that they did not hate all men.

After being hurt like that, how could she not hate it?

She is timid and introverted, but also stubborn and unyielding, and kind-hearted so silly.

She heard them talking to her and laughing so hard.

She must have thought that the Temple of Flowers was their salvation.

She must have thought they were about to see the light of day.

Ning Su turned to look at Ning Changfeng, "Aren't you telling me? What happened?"

Ning Changfeng looked at Ning Su, and couldn't bear to open his mouth several times.

If he had seen Lao Li's red eyes before, he would not have understood his feelings.

Now that he is also a father, he can understand it in an instant.

He didn't want to tell Ning Su, but now it's different from the last time. The last time Boss Qi saw bloody flower-shaped human sacrifices in his black house, he didn't have to tell him in order to let Ning Su sleep one more night and feel at ease.

But this time he had to.

A little black snake appeared at his feet. There were two small horns on the top of the little black snake's head. Looking up at them, there was a picture playing in the sky blue eyes.

Its eyes are larger than those of ordinary snakes, but it still can't see very clearly, but its owner is very clear, and it is very clear when coupled with his explanation.

"An Xiang was taken to a room on the eighth floor. The king was waiting for her inside. She was tied up as soon as she entered."

"The sacred flower that grew out of her body was eaten by the king."

The hearts of all the players sank suddenly, in amazement.

Ning Changfeng said: "She has struggled desperately, and has desperately protected her holy flower."

In the eyes of the little black snake, two little people were tugging.

Anxiang is indeed desperately protecting her holy flower.

The saint once told them that as long as they grow the sacred flowers well, they will be blessed in the Flower Temple.

She must have also said that after raising the holy flowers, they will be respected flower attendants, and they will be together forever as flower attendants.

In a certain sense, the holy flower that tortured them every night in their bodies was some kind of spiritual sustenance for them.

But she was as insignificant as the villain in the pupil of the little snake, no matter how hard she struggled, even if the blood vessels stretched from her forehead, she couldn't break free from that rope.

Her fingers were stuffed into her mouth excitedly by a fat middle-aged man.

She was tortured every night, with all the beautiful sustenance condensed by blood, the little pink flower bud on her finger was swallowed in one bite.

No matter how small the picture was, they could see that the man's face was contorted with excitement, and An Xiang's face was full of tears in despair.

The man became more and more excited. He grabbed An Xiang's arm like a maniac, moved upwards a little bit, and rubbed his fingers excitedly.

Fang Qi said in a daze, "He ate him."

"We have been tortured day and night. Are the sacred flowers raised for them to eat?"

Ning Changfeng said in a deep voice: "What kind of flower god, what kind of flower attendant, this may be a big scam of the world's power class."

All players were stunned.

Jia Chensheng said: "But there are indeed such weird sacred flowers, and there are indeed statues of gods that cannot be seen directly."

Ning Changfeng: "In the beginning, there may have been, but in the end they were used by the lord and saintess, and the Flower God Festival became their game, their happy festival."

He sneered, "Isn't it rare to use gods to use beliefs to deceive and harm people?"

The calmest person at this time was Su Xiangsheng, who squatted in front of the little black snake and watched carefully.

"I think what Senior Ning said is right." He said, "This king is somewhat similar to the heads of the Yenan family, the Haobei family, and others."

"It's not what they look like, it's the feeling."

"There is something old-fashioned about them, or old-fashioned. They should be very old, but they are in good health, and their skin is smooth and wrinkle-free."

Jia Chensheng said: "You mean, they just ate the sacred flowers that grew out of their bodies? The sacred flowers have the effect of preventing all diseases and immortality?"

He suddenly remembered, being taken to the auction by Boss Qi, when these Patriarchs looked at them in the auction, the crazy eyes full of desire.

Who doesn't want to get such a treasure, owning it will have immortality, a strong body, and endless wealth.

Lao Li murmured: "Is the holy flower a magic medicine, so there is a place called the God of Pregnancy in Kurosawa?"

Leng Chang asked: "Then why don't they just eat the holy flowers?"

"Oh, can their weak bodies bear it?"

"The sacred flower took root in their stomachs and grew into their blood vessels. Can they survive the night?"

"Perhaps the human body is the awakening medicine of the holy flower."

"We also sifted out the contaminated tweed for them."

"The saint said that the sacred flower should grow in a warm and spiritual place, and it should be nourished by the soul and blood. In fact, the human body is the awakening and purifier of the sacred flower."

"Grow from the body, suck enough blood and be domesticated before they dare to eat?"

The players were angry and unwilling to discuss each other sentence by sentence.

Ning Su did not speak from the beginning to the end.

Both Ning Changfeng and Jia Chensheng glanced at him, their meanings unclear.

Others didn't understand why Ning Su worshiped the flower god and served the sacred flowers so devoutly and earnestly, they understood a little bit more.

Especially Ning Changfeng.

He guessed that Ning Su did this because he knew the way to meet God.

He also knew the way to meet God, and before tonight he thought he knew.

At this moment, he doubted whether the method he thought of was true, after all, he had never tried to submit the answer once.

When he first arrived at Ye Nan's house, he realized that in order to see God, he must first believe in God.

Believe it or not.

Faith is necessary.

Later, when he came to the Temple of Flowers, Fang Qi mentioned the place of the Goddess of Pregnancy with a straight face, and after listening to the explanation of the Holy Maiden, he thought he knew the way to meet the God.

Kurosawa is called the place where the gods sleep, and it is also called the place where the gods are pregnant by the Flower God Temple and the family owners.

Kurosawa bred only holy flowers.

The basic common sense in this world is that flower slaves and flower servants serve the gods, and what they serve in the flower temple are holy flowers.

Therefore, these sacred flowers are "gods".

Maybe each sacred flower is a fragment of God.

It may also be that the sacred flowers became divine seedlings because they were tainted with divine breath by the divine side.

In short, their flower attendants are serving the "flower god" with their bodies.

God is in the heart (heart) of everyone.

Everyone's god is different.

God exists because of people's belief and support.

Everyone has a god. To see their god, they must have devout beliefs, experience pain and torture every night, and serve them with body and mind to create a unique god.

He had always thought this way, and he felt that Ning Su thought the same way.

So he was the first to lie down on the water bed without hesitation, and greeted the four-petal bloody holy flower into his heart.

Therefore, he nourished the sacred flower with his body and blood every day, endured the pain of ruptured blood vessels every night and still smiled, and went to worship the flower god every afternoon.

Because he wants to raise his god, he wants to meet his god.

But now, the facts tell him that what he raises with such piety, pain, and hope is just food for those people, a tool for them to satisfy their desires.

Not gods.

Having seen his devotion and determination when he transplanted the sacred flowers, and his pale smile every night, Ning Changfeng couldn't bear to tell him this fact.

But he had to say it.

Ning Su stood in a daze for a while, his eyelashes trembled suddenly, touched his heart, and lowered his eyelashes.

After an unknown amount of time, he turned to look at An Xiang's body.

He thought of Mrs. Yang again, in the water cell, doing prayer movements unskillfully, saying that he would definitely see the Flower God.

Ning Su: "Is the Kingdom of Gods going to be destroyed?"

Ning Changfeng said: "Yes, at least the king will be changed."

He wished he could swallow the dog's head of the king right now.

"It's better to let them taste the feeling of growing flowers."

"Isn't that a coincidence, there is a spare sacred flower here, don't waste it."

The players all looked gloomy.

They have not been treated as human beings since they entered this world, they were bought and sold, imprisoned in water prisons, and killed wantonly as ridiculous flower sacrifices.

In the dark flower god temple, their hearts were ripped apart, their emotions were stimulated in cruel ways, and they endured the pain of blood vessels being ruptured and their bodies destroyed every night in order to see the gods sleep and find out.

For myself, for the community, for those who cannot speak.

When you know that all of their things are just ridiculous, raising food for those people and satisfying their desires, as long as there is still a drop of blood in the body, there is still a trace of bloodiness that cannot be tolerated.

That night, together, with the help of Lao Li's fire-burning props and weapons, they cremated Anxiang's body and put the ashes in a box.

They didn't want to throw the girl's body into the black swamp again, where it would be gradually decomposed into flower fertilizer.

There is no home for her outside.

Put her in a clean box and wait for a time for her girlfriend, the girl named Hina, who is still looking for her.

It was almost dawn when they returned.

At dawn, Chu Kui was finally brought back by the man in white.

She was extremely weak, her eyes were bloodshot purple, and she asked the flower attendants in the hall one by one in a hoarse voice if they had seen An Xiang.

Many of the flower attendants hadn't woken up after a night of torture, and they were pushed awake by her, yelling at her irritably, but she didn't respond, just asking over and over again if she had seen An Xiang.

When asked about the players, they silently shook their heads.

Jia Chensheng said to her: "Since we haven't seen her yet, she should have been taken out to prepare for the flower god sacrifice. She is an excellent flower attendant representative."

Chu Kui nodded vigorously, "Yes! I will wait here for her. When she left, I promised her that I would always wait for her."

Ning Su looked at her quietly, and moved his eyes to her fingers. After a night, holy flowers grew on her fingers.

A small purple flower with long petals.

Fang Qi held up his fingers to show him, and his fingers also grew holy flowers.

It's amazing, before the transplant, the sacred flower was dark blue in the body, and the color was so thick that it didn't look like a normal plant. When it grew out of the body, the sacred flower blooming on the fingertips was light blue, as if it was in the Cleanse the lead in the body.

When the saint appeared, she seemed to sense that the atmosphere in the hall was a bit different. She glanced at the flower attendants in the hall, walked to Chu Kui and Fang Qi, and glanced at the holy flowers growing from their fingertips.

She was very satisfied and said, "Very well, I will arrange for you to meet the king and queen as soon as possible."

Fang Qi laughed, "The Lord is very busy."

The saint frowned, seeing the restless Ning Su raised her hand, "Your Majesty, my holy flower is about to grow from my fingers, do you want to see the king at that time?"

He was one of the late ones, but the holy flower in his body grew very quickly, and it had obviously grown to his fingers, and it should be able to grow in a night or two.

The saint withdrew her scrutiny and said, "You are the flower attendant of the Ye Nan family. It is up to the Ye Nan family to decide whether to meet the king or other people."

Ning Su: "Oh."

In the afternoon of the same day, Ning Su was going to participate in the worship activities again.

Ning Changfeng grabbed him, "Why are you still going to worship?"

It's already clear that what's in their bodies is just the food of those people. This is a scam, and a grand flower god sacrifice is held in the name of the flower god to celebrate their longevity.

No matter how pious they are, they can't raise gods.

Ning Su knew what he meant, and he said, "But I wish Shuangshuang successfully left the dungeon."

Ning Changfeng was taken aback, "But we don't know what kind of answer she submitted."

Ning Su pushed his hand away, and stubbornly went to worship the Flower God.

Now no player thinks it makes sense for them to raise holy flowers, only him.

He sat on the palm of the idol and looked at the face of the idol quietly.

After an unknown amount of time, he turned and looked outside the hall.

There are still three days before the Flower God Festival, and more and more people come to participate in the worship activities, including the king and the heads of the major families in Furen County, feeling like they are hugging each other temporarily.

The Lord personally came to worship the flower god, and he knelt down to worship the statue for a long time like ordinary believers, which won the favor of tens of thousands of believers.

As soon as the worship was over, the lord of the stars and the moon said kindly with a smile: "It's not hard work, it's the saintess and the flower attendants who worked hard, and you who are busy for the flower god sacrifice."

"When the Flower God Sacrifice is over, we will reward the saintess and the Flower Attendants. There will be another batch of names of great Flower Attendants on the Flower God Temple."

"Of course," he pointed to several happy patriarchs, "there are also several hardworking patriarchs in Furen County."

Looking at his kindly smiling face, Ning Su's mind was the disgusted face that twitched with excitement when he swallowed An Xiang's fingers.

He looked away from the lord and saw two ghost children in the crowd.

The two children stretched out one arm each, and put their hands on the two little heads, and compared their hearts to him.

Ning Su stretched out his hand and gave them an OK.

Fang Qi and Chu Kui were not taken to the king that night.

Fang Qi sneered: "Perhaps his puffy body can't stand it if he fills up too much at one time, so he has to take his time. Isn't there a saying that the weak can't be filled?"

Su Xiangsheng said: "It may also be that they want to save money, and maybe have a carnival feast."

As the Flower God Festival approached, the fingers of the remaining flower attendants had grown to their hands, and they were about to grow out of their fingers.

It grows slowly, and the man in white has already started to "ripen" it, soaking it in holy water, or strongly stimulating emotions.

This kind of strong emotional stimulation will inevitably kill several flower attendants.

Fortunately, the holy flowers of Ning Su and Ning Changfeng rose rapidly, and Su Xiangsheng had no partner to stimulate, so he could only be taken to soak in holy water.

He guessed it right, and the next day several more holy flowers grew out of his body, including Ning Su and Ning Changfeng, and the man in white took them to the black house to change clothes.

Before entering the room, Fang Qi muttered: "What clothes do you want to change? Do you think we are dirty? Or are our clothes shameful?"

Said to Su Xiangsheng who came to watch the play: "Damn, of course you have to dress in such a grand occasion."

Ning Su thought for a while, then said "Hmm", "It's really grand."

Ning Changfeng answered: "The grandeur that will be recorded in the annals of history."

Seeing Ning Su looking over, Ning Changfeng said, "Brother, don't we have a tacit understanding?"

Ning Su: "."

He opened the door and went in, and quickly changed into a solemn and gorgeous blood dress.

While loosening his hair, Ning Su glanced at the bronze mirror, saw the strange and unfamiliar self in the mirror, and suddenly remembered when he changed his clothes at Boss Qi's place.

That time he was going to be locked in an iron cage and auctioned off.

He blinked, black and red blood vessels spread across his pale face, and slowly pulled a wicked smile.

He raised his hand, and there was a flower of rich blood on the pulp of his pale and soft ring finger.

The three people changed their clothes and came out. Su Xiangsheng could no longer follow them up. He watched the three people slowly go up the stairs in the hall on the third floor.

Thinking of Ning Su breaking the soul-locking rope, thinking of Fang Qi crushing a village, thinking of Ning Changfeng sitting firmly in the first place all year round.

Suddenly I was a little worried.

Just don't worry about these three.