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- In the seventh year of the Kaiyuan period of Chu, the border wars continued, and the lives of the nearby people were in ruins. Therefore, at the foot of Lingshan Mountain, a huge pit was dug by Chu soldiers, which was specially used to discard deceased soldiers and people, so it was called "Ten Thousand Corpses Tomb" . (Tomb: a rare word, with three sounds of ying, meaning: tomb)
Countless bones are piled up in the tombs, and the corpses are thick and dense, forming a dark mist. Passers-by all take a detour.
This time, a horrifying thing happened in the tomb of thousands of corpses. Among the countless corpses, a figure covered in black-red blood, dark green and yellowish corpse pus crawled out!
The figure was extremely embarrassed, his skinny body was filthy, his short black hair had become thick and messy at this time, and a small pot with a broken mouth hung on his waist, and the body of the pot was stained with contaminated blood, the filth itself Drops were falling, and in the deathly silence that made people's hearts tremble, there were sounds of "tick-tock" and "tick-tock", which made the figure itself tremble.
Although his face is full of filth, it can be vaguely discerned from his face that he is just a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old!
"You bitch, hunchback, you are so cruel. You knocked me unconscious and didn't tell me anything. You also threw me into this damn place. If I don't go back, I will stuff your head into your donkey's ass!"
Fan Zhuo had an extremely disgusting look on his face, and after wiping the indescribable stench of pus, he revealed a fairly honest and honest face.
Just as he was about to leave, he heard the sound of footsteps in the distance. Fan Zhuo cursed bad luck. As a citizen of Lingshang Village, he naturally knew why people came here every time. It was just to throw people to death again.
Although Fan Zhuo is only fifteen years old, he has been very suspicious since he was a child. He always wants to have a backup plan in everything, and this time is no exception. He is afraid that the cold-blooded soldiers will regard him as a tomb ghost and chop him with a knife. A small life, a great life, isn¡¯t it wasted? Therefore, Fan Zhuo thought it would be better to pretend to be dead for a while!
Pouting his lips, as if to express his disgust, Fan Zhuo came to the pile of dead people again, found a relatively clean spot at the edge, and lay down on his back.
The footsteps soon came closer. Fan Zhuo adjusted his breathing, which became weak and long, and he stared, his eyes were unfocused and unfocused, and he maintained his posture by gritting his teeth, as if he had endured the revenge of his father's murder and the loss of his father before his death. As much as his wife hates him.
Along with the footsteps came the voices of many soldiers talking. Fan Zhuo guessed that maybe the soldiers were also afraid of being exposed to bad luck, so they used loud talking to disperse the fear in their hearts. However, the talking of this group of soldiers The topic made Fan Zhuo suddenly interested.
"Damn it, our Chu Kingdom is vast and densely populated, with soldiers and generals. Why don't we send troops directly to the lair of the Yan Kingdom's gang of grandsons? Let us small soldiers die at the border, while the emperor is in the capital all day long. Singing and drinking, hugging people from left to right, being so stupid and senseless, how can the soldiers and generals who died in battle have no regrets?"
"Oh, there is no need to complain. Just because he is the emperor and you are a small soldier, it is just like the difference between an emperor and a Taoist. They are not the same! Besides, there are many gates in the fairy mountains of the Yan Kingdom. If they rush into the army rashly and end up hurting both sides, then Neither the Chu State nor the Yan State can escape the fate of being overthrown! After all, regardless of the Chu State or the Yan State, those immortal mountain gates are all eyeing these two pieces of fat!"
"Damn it, my mother-in-law and daughter are still at home watching me go back. If this continues, I'm sure I will be like these guys tomorrow and die with my eyes open!"
"Haha, don't think about it. We are destined to live a mortal life without any chance. The kind of cultivation of the source of life, reaching the peak of mortals, then practicing immortality, becoming an immortal, overcoming tribulations and cultivating Taoism, and finally becoming a Taoist and discovering cause and effect. Everyone knows how to gain the source of life, prove the Tao and gain eternal life, but with my small body, I am not destined to be born with good physique and good aptitudes. Otherwise, if I join the mortal martial arts sect, I might still have some qualifications to practice martial arts and become an immortal! "
Fan Zhuo was born in the mountains. Although he had heard these things mentioned by the merchants who came to the mountains to collect goods, he did not talk about them in detail. He naturally listened with open ears, and he described "cultivating martial arts and cultivating immortals" word for word. These sensitive words, "Cultivation", were secretly remembered in my heart.
In fact, the things this group of soldiers talked about about mortals, immortals, Taoists, etc. are not secrets. These can be said to be things that everyone knows. Even the detailed divisions of various strength systems can be recited by half the children in a town. .
It is said that there are three types of people in the world. One is mortals, which is a general term for ordinary people and martial arts practitioners. The strength of mortal martial arts practitioners is also very clear. They are divided into five realms. From low to high, they are acquired realm, destiny realm. Obstacle Realm, Life Palace Realm, Life Bridge Realm, and Life Soul Realm.
Among these five realms, each realm is divided into three stages: elementary, middle and high. It is said that the improvement of each stage is a leap in strength. Of course, anyone can say this, but the specific abilities brought by each realm How many there are, I am afraid only warriors who have experienced them can understand!
It is said that it has reached the realm of life and soulA warrior who has the power to take the head of an admiral alone among thousands of troops. A warrior who has reached the late stage of life soul has the courage to stand in front of ten thousand warriors with one man!
In the eyes of mortals, although warriors are also mortals, they need to look up to them. In the eyes of immortals, although warriors are more powerful mortals, they are still mortals after all!
The strength of the immortals is also divided into five stages, from low to high, they are divided into innate realm, foundation building realm, pill formation realm, Yuanying realm, and tribulation transcending realm.
The same as the realm of mortal warriors, each realm of immortals is also divided into three stages: elementary, middle and high. If the highest state of mortal warriors can resist thousands of armies, then the highest state of immortal cultivators is the realm of transcending tribulation. It can be described as the horror of cutting rivers and mountains, moving mountains and reclamating seas!
As for the cultivators at the next level, this is not something ordinary people can understand. To sum it up in two words, it is "mysterious"!
Even the disciples of the sect with low strength among the cultivators cannot understand the system of the cultivators!
Immortals treat mortals like ants, but Taoists treat immortals the same way?
¡°Bang bang¡ª¡ª¡±
Fan Zhuo could still clearly distinguish the sound of corpses being thrown. The most disgusting thing was that Fan Zhuo saw two soldiers carrying a naked female body and throwing it at him, which made Fan Zhuo groan.
After all, he is a half-teen-year-old child. If you think about it, if an adult female corpse as stiff as a stone hits you and can remain indifferent, then Fan Zhuo is too capable!
"Suck, there is a sound!"
One of the soldiers who threw the female body took a breath, his eyes suddenly widened, and he pulled out the tiger-head knife tied behind his back. Although it was not equipped with a sheath to save military resources, it looked shabby, but the sharpness of the blade was enough to show its sharpness.
"Haha, look, you're so scared. I farted just now."
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Not to mention how the soldiers left talking and laughing, Fan Zhuo was soaked in cold sweat at this time. He had been prepared to push away the female corpse at any time and run away with all his strength. Perhaps it was a coincidence that another soldier farted at the right time. Fan Zhuo's life was saved.
Fan Zhuo couldn't help but sigh in his heart: If the big brother just farted, my life would be hanging in the balance today!
The soldiers walked far away and could no longer hear the footsteps. At this time, Fan Zhuo pushed away the female body that was pressing on him in disgust. For him, this was simply a torture.
Fan Zhuo's nausea was not because the female corpse was hideous and terrifying, or because there were numerous wounds on her body and blood was flowing out, but because the female corpse was covered with a viscous liquid that was originally milky white but now turned yellow, and the smell it gave off was extremely pungent. Although the nose doesn't smell bad, with so many men's things mixed together, the smell is not much better than the stink.
After such a long time, Fan Zhuo could no longer hold back his urine, and he thought that urinating openly among the tombs of thousands of corpses would inevitably be disrespectful to the deceased. Fortunately, Fan Zhuo carried a chamber pot with him, which doubled as a spittoon. The container is the small pot with the spout hanging on Fan Zhuo's waist.
The small pot is no bigger than the palm of your hand. Although it is stained with blood, you can still see that the background color is green and has some luster. It is obviously a bronze utensil.
This is Fan Zhuo¡¯s chamber pot and spittoon.
Fan Zhuo, who always wanted to keep the water from flowing to outsiders, would use it to water his persimmon trees every time he peed in the chamber pot. He had developed the habit in the past two years, so even when he was sleeping, the pot was never left. body.
At this moment, Fan Zhuo was not allowed to relieve himself in the main place of the corpse's house, so he gently opened the lid of the pot and a smell suddenly filled the air.
No matter how it tastes, the bottom of the small pot is still very clean, with no trace of urine alkali remaining, indicating that Fan Zhuo also rinses frequently.
Just when Fan Zhuo took out the penis and wanted to relieve himself, a voice scared him so much that he almost lost his soul.
"Savesave"
The sound was pitiful, and the source was not far from Fan Zhuo. He could clearly see that one of the men's arms moved slightly, and then there was no sound or any sign of life.
"Obviously, the previous cry for help was just the end of a strong crossbow. After the cry was made, the soldier who was still dying was completely dead.
Fan Zhuo was frightened today more than he had been in all these years. Anyone else would want to leave this ghost place as soon as possible. If this continues, even those who had escaped the disaster before would probably be frightened by the weird atmosphere here. Scared to death!
Fan Zhuo didn't care about urinating. He was about to close the lid and leave, but he discovered a strange scene.
It turned out that there was something extra in the small pot with the broken mouth, which was the size of a sesame seedThe shape is transparent and the halo is restrained, just like the first drop of jade dew in the morning light. It looks inconspicuous, but it makes people salivate.
Fan Zhuo put his nose close to the mouth of the pot and smelled it. Except for the smell of urine, there was no other smell. He just didn't know where this salivating feeling came from!
Fan Zhuo's biggest problem is that he is greedy. Whether it's a black star growing on the roadside or a larger silkworm, he will naturally make a small fire and roast it without bothering. Eat it, and also say the catchphrase: "Crack!"
The problem of greedy mouth is inherent. Now seeing this sesame-sized crystal, and it makes people salivate, Fan Zhuo's problem of greedy mouth cannot be suppressed.
He used his nails to pull out the crystal, regardless of whether it was taken out of a chamber pot that had been used for more than two years. He carefully threw it into his mouth, chewed it hard a few times, and finally bit the crystal with his teeth. shape object.
Fan Zhuo's eyes lit up, he grinned, and roared with great strength: "Crack!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Zhuo was stunned. He felt a warm current in his throat instantly spread throughout his limbs, and couldn't help but shudder.
¡° Then an indescribable feeling of comfort came over me. This feeling was like dreaming about Erni taking a bath at night and waking up in the morning to find an extra piece of dampness on the quilt. However, this sense of comfort also made Fan Zhuo exhale a slightly yellowish breath
"This, this is"
Fan Zhuo looked at his hands and could clearly detect changes in himself. The most direct manifestation of this change was his energy, which made him feel like he was shirtless in the cold weather and had nowhere to vent his strength.
Fan Zhuo knew that his own changes were absolutely different before and after taking the sesame-sized crystal. He could feel that he had become stronger. Although this feeling seemed unrealistic, his body was the best. prove.
At this time, although Fan Zhuo knew that his changes came from taking the sesame-sized crystal, he still couldn't figure out one thing. It was the little guy he used as a chamber pot that could gather the four bodies of the deceased after death. The overflowing essence formed the special crystal, which was the sesame-sized crystal that Fan Zhuo took.
"If Fan Zhuo learns that after the death of living creatures such as humans, chickens, ducks, birds and beasts, the crystals will be condensed in the small bronze pot, I am afraid that the villages near and far will not be peaceful from now on!
Because, in several nearby villages, Fan Zhuo has a very resounding nickname, which is "Devil Fan"!
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