The ancestor's salted fish vest has been picked up again!

Chapter 286 No Compromise for the First Time

Si Wan answered, "So, he organized a group of people who hated the Hei Mao Lin as much as he did, to strangle the Hei Mao Lin together?"

Ling Zhi looked at Si Wan: "If I was killed by a black haired lin, what would you do?"

Si Wan looked at Ling Zhi with firm eyes, and his expression was even more fierce than ever: "If it were me, I might be crazier than him, even if it's my life."

Lingzhi hooked the corner of his mouth: "So, he did it too. But it's easy to say, but it's really not easy to strangle so many black-haired lins?"

"It took him a total of 17 years from organizing to strangling. There were [-] members in his organization, all of whom died."

"It took eight years for him to gather [-] people. None of the [-] people are ordinary people. They are all outstanding talents in various fields, and their skills are extraordinary—"

Ling Zhi said this, and turned to look at the others: "He was the last one to die, and he was also the one who died the most tragic."

"He designed a formation, and gathered almost all the remaining black-haired Lin in this formation. And this formation requires human blood to activate."

"As for him, he regarded himself as an introduction to activate the formation, and died together with those tens of thousands of black haired Lin."

"A group of local residents who survived at that time found some mutilated limbs in the formation. In order to thank him, they held a very rich funeral."

"All the residents with a radius of hundreds of miles came to see him off, and his coffin is the best proof."

"And he is the hero Mulati Kadilla, the name of the mysterious organization, called Guangming."

After speaking, his eyes fell on the coffin again.

Liu Bingyan looked at the coffin following Ling Zhi's line of sight, because after hearing the whole story, she is not afraid at all now, and even has full respect for the hero Mulati Kadilla in the coffin.

She asked Ling Zhi: "This coffin seems to be made of high-quality nanmu. It is not easy to make such a big coffin entirely of nanmu."

Lingzhi nodded: "This coffin is three meters long and [-] meters high. It is the gratitude and gratitude of many residents to him at that time."

Qin Zu frowned and came to Ling Zhi, he was a little puzzled and asked, "Why haven't we heard of such a sensational event? It's only been more than 100 years. Logically speaking, we shouldn't have never heard of it."

A look of sarcasm appeared in Ling Zhi's eyes: "Because his deeds were erased from history by some people, so you naturally don't know."

Si Wan's eyes flickered, and he could probably guess why.

Then I heard Lingzhi say: "Back then there was another X sect who hailed the black-haired Lin as their god, so they kept fighting against Mulati and the others."

Ling Zhi pointed to the huge statue of Hei Mao Lin beside him, and said, "This statue was deliberately built by the X Cult in Mulati's tomb, to punish Mulati on purpose."

Liu Bingyan was shocked: "I'm going, is this true? It's too vicious. I was still wondering why there was a statue of Hei Maolin in Mulati's tomb. It turned out to be deliberately built."

She looked at Lingzhi and asked, "Why didn't anyone destroy this statue? Besides, were there so many black-haired lins just now, were those people deliberately lured here to raise them?"

Liu Bingyan was very angry, and Mulati and those people had already wiped out the whole group in order to wipe out the Heimao Lin.

Who would have imagined that after Mulati's death, there would be someone who viciously lured the black-haired Lin into his tomb, and what was even more exaggerated was that a tall black-haired statue was carved right next to the coffin.

Simply deceiving!
Ling Zhi pointed to the sand on the ground where their feet stepped on: "Under here, there are nearly a thousand bones, all of which are the bones of ordinary people who want to destroy the statue."

Everyone was shocked.

They quickly looked at their feet, even though they were always so calm, their scalps were numb.

They looked at Ling Zhi a little at a loss, and always felt that it was impolite to step on it like this.

Lingzhi naturally saw their discomfort, she said: "It's okay, many souls here have been taken away, so don't be afraid, and don't worry about those taboos."

Ling Zhi looked at the coffin and said softly, "This place has been cleaned up for you. When we leave, we will restore this place to its original state. So, be honest and don't come out to scare them."

Ling Zhi said to the others: "All of you pay homage to him. Although we unintentionally helped him clean up the black-haired lin, this is his place after all, and it is necessary to say hello to him."

Si Wan and the others did not refuse, after listening to Lingzhi's speech, even if Lingzhi refused to let them bow, they would still bow.

Lingzhi turned around and looked around when everyone was worshiping Mulati.

She used to come here as a soul. When she came here, she was in a hurry and didn't stay for too long.

However, she remembered that there was one thing buried here, but she couldn't remember the exact location.

The space here is not small, about the size of a basketball court, and the statue of Heimao Lin occupies one-third of it.

Standing next to the statue and looking up, she saw that the height was at least five meters, but there was nothing in front of her except the statue and the coffin that had been exposed.

When she first came here, there were obviously a lot of things here. Could it be that someone later took them away?
"What are you thinking about?"

Si Wan came over from behind Ling Zhi, stood shoulder to shoulder with her, and looked at the statue together.

Ling Zhi retracted her gaze and shook her head: "It's nothing."

Then she beckoned to Qin Zu in the distance, and when Qin Zu approached, she said, "We may have to stay here tonight, the danger here has been lifted, let them rest where they are."

Qin Zu nodded: "Okay, if the sandstorm outside will end in a while, I'll go up and let you know."

After everyone started to get busy, Si Wan pulled Ling Zhi to stand still not far from the coffin. Seeing that no one else was below at the moment, Si Wan asked Ling Zhi in a low voice.

He held Ling Zhi's hands, his eyes were deep, and his breath was gentle, "Baby, did you hear Qin Zu and Liu Bingyan talking up there just now?"

Ling Zhi was not surprised that Si Wan would ask her this question, after all, none of the people here were Muyu.

She generously admitted: "Well, I heard it."

Si Wan stared at Lingzhi, and said seriously: "If I want to know what they talked about, would you tell me?"

I thought Lingzhi would say yes, but Lingzhi shook his head: "I don't want to tell you."

Si Wan: "?"

"Why? Are you worried that I will be cranky? Or that I am in danger?"

Ling Zhi lowered her head and rubbed Si Wan's fingers, saying: "Because the time has not come, it would not be a good thing to tell you at this time."

After speaking, he looked up at Si Wan: "With me here, I won't let you have trouble."

Si Wan frowned slightly, this was not the answer he wanted.

He was silent for a while, then spoke again: "But I want to know now, Ah Ling, I don't like the feeling of being kept in the dark, I have the right to know anything about me."

Si Wan did not choose to compromise when facing Ling Zhi for the first time.

(End of this chapter)