Waste Strong Foundation

Chapter 108 Who Is My King's Corpse?

Judging by Shang Yuan's expression, it was probably too late.

Fei Mingqiu was about to ask Shang Yuan if he had any alternative medicines, he could entrust the players to purchase them and then go to the park to get them back——

The moist air seemed to have a shape, and quickly surrounded the whole city with a few feet and rustled through the ghost gate that was only opened a crack.

The players standing near the ghost gate and chatting were the most unlucky, and they ran into this evil wind head-on.

Not only did their stomachs churn as if a hand was touching their intestines, but they were also shivering with cold. They probed into their eyes, nostrils and mouths, touched the sticky river mud with their hands, rubbed their fingertips together carefully, and could still Find fish, shrimp and aquatic plants that have not completely rotted.

Flowing water is seamless without drilling.

The spirit of the ghost mother is recuperating in the gate of heaven, and the temporarily unowned ghost gate has become a flood gate that is gradually getting out of control.

The pressure difference between the inside and the outside is huge, and the turbid river spurts thousands of meters away in an instant, like a sharp sword, splitting the newly built houses and wells of the players.

Hearing the loud noise, Fei Mingqiu looked at Shang Yuan who was not responding, frowned and cursed.

Shangyuan's perception system has had its ups and downs.

After a delay of about two seconds, Shang Yuan guessed the situation by reading his lips, and ran out of the mobile home with Fei Mingqiu on his slippers.

It was a mess outside.

The slave who congratulated Zhu Yun on his safe delivery hurriedly took cover, and the woman in charge of delivering the baby stumbled, and half of the box of ocher powder was scattered.

The short and powerful labor chant in the square came to an abrupt end.

The old man who peeled animal skins and weaved hemp rope stopped singing, looked up at the sky dumbfounded, with fear and wrinkles piled up on his forehead.

This year they have seen too many inhuman miracles, even so, there are few weird celestial phenomena like today.

The parting gift of the phoenix and the impact of the flood split the sky in two.

Half of it is the clear sky of golden clouds and crimson light, and the other half is the night of lightning and thunder.

Looking at it with palpitations and fear.

"Go back quickly! Everyone go back!" Fei Mingqiu shouted.

While worrying that Shang Yuan's modified body is getting worse and worse, he simultaneously receives negative emotional feedback from the players, and his expression is quite bad.

The ghost mother's things are very evil.

For example, Qi You, who was parasitized by the black mist, he has not told Qi Fa, the leader of the Qi clan, the whereabouts of this ambitious little priest.

but……

Well, there is no time for hesitation.

Fei Mingqiu flipped through the "Guide to Life in the Ghost Mansion", his eyes sparkled, and he found a line of mantra written in four-character rhyme according to the index, and began to sing:

"Blowing clouds into fog, drawing souls to blood.

"The river and the sea are cut off, and the sky and the earth are clear."

The river water belongs to Yin, and the ghosts also belong to Yin, and the two are intimate and harmonious.

The imp, who can freely change its shape, got the order, and tried his best to shake the flood and quicksand in the ghost mansion, and pushed the water back to another ghost gate with a grinning grin.

Hong Bo retreated, and the players buried in the mud staggered up one by one, still in shock, and exchanged feelings with each other.

Seeing that the little ghost who had completed the order was about to run out of the ghost mansion to make trouble, Shang Yuan took Fei Mingqiu's hand to flip through the "Guidebook", "Enough, stop reading."

Fei Mingqiu's upturned eyelashes trembled.

He felt that he had entered the cold seabed with the spell, and was suddenly dragged back into the sun by Shang Yuan, and the tip of his tongue was slightly numb.

There is still an obsessive desire to continue reading the rhyme in my heart.

Fortunately, his willpower was firm, and he repeatedly exhaled to get rid of distracting thoughts, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his wrists and ankles.

The cotton shirt, which has become very thin due to frequent washing, is quickly soaked with sweat and sticks to the skin.

It seems that every time the "Guide" is used to issue orders, there will indeed be problems that deviate from the expected situation, and even tend to be weird.

After all, this is the ghost mother's stuff.

But the ghost mother wanted to pull him back to live in the ghost mansion.

Fei Mingqiu let Shang Yuan hold his hand, and pondered: "Look at Yanchi, I think something must have happened in Wangcheng, I—"

Shang Yuan: "I'll go with you. Qingyuan, are you there? I'll leave it to you. Let little A handle anything."

Yuanyuan was just about to be happy to be called by the god, and when she heard that it was responsible for dispelling the black clouds above her head, she faltered and nodded with a bitter face.

Alpha is more discerning than Yuanyuan, and has already started editing new clean-up tasks and updating the official website notice without Shang Yuan's orders.

The players slowly recovered, talking and laughing, handing out brooms and carts.

We have all heard the story of "Wolf is Coming".

Flood raids are dangerous again and again, but the number of raids is too many, and everyone doesn't take it seriously.

Only some old people kneeled and kowtowed, muttering words, and praying to the protector of the tribe for blessings with tears.

Fei Mingqiu followed Shang Yuan's left hand and glanced at his empty right shoulder, "You haven't answered me yet, how much of your body... is original? When the smoke is gone, what will you, what will you become? Or ...just accidentally biting me?"

Shang Yuan: "Which question do you want me to answer first?"

Fei Mingqiu raised his eyes to stare at him, unintentionally touched the newly scabbed bite mark on the back of his neck, and hissed.

Shang Yuan made an apologetic gesture.

Pretend to be a gentleman.

Fei Mingqiu was choked by his own complaints, frowned in disgust, and sighed: "Forget it, let's go, I'll ask you when I come back."

You can't see your fingers in the ghost gate, and the water smells strong.

The two entered the door with both feet, stepping on the remaining mud and sand, staggering through the ghost mansion to the king's city.

The scattered thatched huts and grain drying fields outside the city have been swallowed by the flood.

Large pieces of logs floated up from the upper stream—if the direction of the flood could be discerned—and some of them still hung with dying animals.

The tinkling bells came from the bright hall at the highest point in the city, over the heads of the fleeing people in panic, and scattered the vast rain and fog.

However, the rain continued unabated.

Fei Mingqiu tied the rattan stick around his waist tightly, and Shang Yuan called him in a low voice.

The huge flood has crossed the towering city walls and poured down into the houses in the city, filling all the ditches and wells in an instant and rushing straight into the inner city.

Dangdang.After a short pause, the bell rang again with heavy steps.

Shang Yuan's eyesight and hearing are usually very good.

He protected Fei Mingqiu with one hand and withdrew into the ghost gate, and at a glance he saw the priest in red feather robe and bronze mask standing on the roof of Mingtang.These priests ranged in age from 30 to 50 years old, danced barefoot, and bowed to the north with their arms outstretched and trembling.

The huge pillars of the Ming Hall were crowded with nobles from various tribes.

Everyone's coat is painted with brightly colored animal totems, and their waists are decorated with turquoise jade or golden bronze ornaments.

At the same time, he saw the most gorgeous high priest walking out of the hall holding the hand of a fat young man, crying hoarsely:

"Who is my king's corpse (acting as the sacrificed god or ancestor, accepting the sacrifice on his behalf)?"

After hearing Shang Yuan's retelling, Fei Mingqiu couldn't help being surprised: "Is it... the corpse of a corpse?"

Shang Yuan: "The pronunciation is yes."

Fei Mingqiu: "I remember Ma Binghe said that a corpse is a ritual, and Shun once chose Danzhu as his corpse. Could it be that Shun died?!"

Shang Yuan: "When we came to Wangcheng last month, Shun was already ill. People in this era have a short lifespan, and 50 years old is considered a long life."

Fei Mingqiu shook his head and said, "No. That's for ordinary people."

Shang Yuan signaled him to go back to the Ghost Mansion, "What's wrong? You want to say that because of our arrival, the life of a king has been changed?"

Fei Mingqiu did not leave, trying to distinguish the shape of the royal city from the misty rain.

He said: "Shun is one of the three sages. His name may be fictitious, but he really exists. All recorded historical figures and major events will not change their tracks because of the appearance of a few time travelers, right? History books say Dayu took over Shun's position in his later years, and even though this is a 'fact' revised by later generations, do you think the current Dayu is the most prestigious candidate for the throne in Wangcheng?"

The flood that broke down the walls of the inner city responded to Fei Mingqiu's question with a roar.

In any case, Dayu's flood control laid the mass foundation for Dayu to establish the Xia Dynasty, right?

The flood is so rampant, and the Xia clan who was "exiled" to the edge of the royal city has not yet—

Fei Mingqiu and Shang Yuan looked at each other at the same time.

It seems that Gong Gong's supernatural powers are completely useless, so what about the Xia people who moved to the highlands?

"What else can I do! I finally found you, come quickly!" Two gluttons popped their heads out of the flood.

Immediately after that, another dozen or so Pixiu appeared, spewing out players in strange costumes one after another.

The only thing that can be completely vomited out after entering their different-dimensional intestines and stomachs is dead things.

Creatures like players, who put part of their souls in metal, are neither dead nor alive, and they are very appetizing for them.

Due to recent activities such as rice harvesting, iron smelting, and embankment repairs in Yanchi, there are very few players active in Wangcheng in the early morning.

Fei Mingqiu raised his forehead and asked: "Hey, can we eat them again? It's raining too much, letting them out will only cause trouble."

All the Pixiu groaned twice, and opened their mouths to eat the player.

Taotie said anxiously: "Stop making trouble! Come quickly! Call Grandpa Fenghuang here! It's time for him to make a move!"

Shang Yuan: "Phoenix left early."

Taotie was dumbfounded, and stammered: "How, how can we let him go! He doesn't interfere with the affairs of mortals, but he should take care of the flood summoned by God the Father himself? Without him, alas, where would you two go?" Go where to stay, don't make trouble!"

Fei Mingqiu asked: "How do you know that Di Jun did it? It might also be the work of spirits who are good at driving floods."

Taotie and Paixiu said tacitly: "I have no experience! The flood this time is clearly the taste of Taishibi! Do you know Taishibi?"

Some say that its fragrance is as fragrant as boiled lamb, and others say that its pungent smell is like a copper tripod that has been frozen hard in winter.

Fei Mingqiu concealed his thoughts and said he didn't know, "Where is Gao Mi, where is he? Shun's death, do you know the reason?"

Taotie raised his claws and pointed at the royal city that was about to be engulfed by the flood, "Last time when the flood came, he dared to lead his family to the royal city. He is upright, but there are many villains in the city. Okay, the whole family is considered a disaster. This time We say that the flood was caused by God the Father, but mortals don’t believe it. Xiangliu of the Gonggong family only needs to use his hands and feet, and when the flood has passed the outer city wall, they have the Xia family and they will be a big disaster.”

Pixiu added: "It's a pity that Xiangliu doesn't know the truth. In fact, even if he doesn't do anything, he can't match the determination of God Father to kill mortals. He killed Shun, and took the lead in besieging You Xia. Now that Phoenix is ​​gone, don't go." Let’s make a mess, go back and pack up and run!”

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