Ghostly Tomb

Chapter 889 The massacre a thousand years ago
The purpose of Chen Zhi's trip was the small prisons on the cliffs on both sides of the Buddha. It was midnight and there was no one around. A bit of mystery.

Chen Zhi and the three of them took advantage of the cover of the night, and ran directly towards the ladder with a sway. Their movements were very agile, and they jumped onto the ladder in a few steps, then threw off their legs, and quickly flew up the ladder run away.

They all used dark force under their feet, trying not to make any noise, but this ladder is made of iron frames, and it is very easy for people to run on it to make collision noises, so apart from Ji Ying, Chen Zhi and Fat Wei still can't avoid it There was a slight sound.

"Crack~~Crack~~~",
Accompanied by the crashing sound of the ladder, they quickly ran up the mountain, and once again came to the crevice of the cliff, where was the small prison seen during the day.

The night in the mountains is heavy with dew, which makes the rocks slippery, and if you are not careful, you will step on the ground, so Chen Zhi and the others did not dare to be sloppy, they all turned in from the ladder carefully, and then grabbed the gap on the cliff with their hands , leaped into the front of those small prisons.

This time was different from the daytime, the aura was the most radioactive at night, and when they came into close contact with these small prisons again, they felt that the aura here was stronger than during the day.

Soon, Chen Zhi discovered that although the railings of these prisons were made of ordinary pig iron, the outer surface of these pig irons was coated with low-level control stones. The damage of control stones to divine creatures is fatal. When their wounds touch these When controlling the stone, you will immediately feel overwhelmed with pain.

If the descendants of those demigods were skinned as described in those words, when they touched these control stones, they would feel severe pain like fire, and the degree of pain was unimaginable!
Chen Zhi reached out to touch the iron railings, but was immediately resisted by the resentment emanating from the small prison.

Chen Zhi hesitated a little, he could feel that the things imprisoned there might have grasped these railings with both hands at that time, tearing and howling crazily, pouring all their infinite grievances into this area when they were being cruelly tortured. In the soil, even after tens of millions of years, it still remains in the soil.

After Chen Zhi thought for a while, he silently recited the mantra, released thousands of air currents, and made a small glove-shaped barrier on his arm, then slowly stretched his hand behind the prison railing, and reached into the prison. deep in the soil.

The moment his fingers touched the soil, Chen Zhi felt a strong obsession rushing up from his fingertips!

It was an extremely sad obsession, with powerful hatred wrapped in the sorrow!
Chen Zhizhi clearly felt that the master of this obsession is definitely not human beings, because its logic and way of thinking are completely beastly, very barbaric, very bloody, and very greedy.

It went mad in great pain, so that it hated everything in the world, cursed all creatures in this world, and even hated its own mother...

In order to interpret this powerful obsession, Chen Zhi closed his eyes and began to silently recite the mantra...

When the airflow of the mantra penetrated into that obsession, an ancient image appeared in front of Chen Zhi's eyes like a yellowed scroll.

Everything in this image was extremely bloody, and people like Chen Zhi who had seen big storms were deeply shocked in the depths of their souls!

It was a stormy night, a group of ancient soldiers escorted a group of human-like creatures here.

These creatures are all human, most of them wear human clothes, some female creatures also wear human hair buns and jewelry, but they are all kept in cages, crying and howling like wild animals, showing their fangs .

Their hands were pierced by the stone nails, and they were bleeding continuously. They all struggled desperately and howled loudly, but they still couldn't escape the imprisonment of the stone.

In the end, they were forced into these small prisons, and one by one they were skinned alive. The corpses were hung on these iron railings. They were all dyed red, and the bright red blood covered the entire mountain, and finally gathered together and flowed into the river.

From a distance, it looks like the giant Buddha has shed tears of blood, dyeing the river red...

And in this cruel scene, a figure in white clothes always appeared in front of Chen Zhi's eyes. It was obvious that this person was the leader of the massacre.

I saw him in white clothes and beard, with long hair draped over his shoulders, commanding the terracotta warriors, slaughtering these divine creatures one by one, and then throwing all the skins off into the river.

During the whole process, the man in white was very calm. When he heard those heart-piercing cries, he didn't hesitate at all. He stood there steadily, with his back facing Chen Zhi, and never turned his face away. .

But Chen Zhi was able to clearly distinguish this figure from the back. This is exactly the figure in white that he saw in the memory of the flesh Buddha, the person who advised Genghis Khan to stop killing...

"Qiu Chuji..." Chen Zhi looked at the figure in front of him and said softly.

But when Chen Zhi's voice came out, the man in white in the image seemed to hear Chen Zhi's call, and began to turn his head slowly.

His white hair fluttered, and there were deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Chen Zhi could even feel his cold and cruel eyes, but just when Chen Zhi was about to see the face of the man in white, he heard a hurried voice in his ear. Shout, "Patriarch, be careful~~~"

The scene in front of Chen Zhi's eyes disappeared like a cloud, and he was pushed aside heavily by Ji Ying. At the same time, an arrow shot directly at the ground he just touched.

"Fuck! Who~~",
What happened just now was nothing more than a flash, and Fat Wei realized it now, stood up in a jerk, and quickly pulled out the dagger from his trouser leg. Chen Zhi also stood up from the ground and looked forward.

On another cliff in front, there were more than a dozen figures standing. They were dressed in blood-red clothes. Against the background of the moonlight, the color was as if they were stained red with blood.

This group of people held old-fashioned bows and arrows in their hands, and their faces couldn't be seen clearly in the dark.

"Who are you? Dare to break into Xuqing Mountain at night and disturb the Buddha's rest..." A cold voice came from the opposite side, with a very strong tone.

"Are you from the mountains..." Chen Zhi thought to himself.

(End of this chapter)