Chapter 41: The Corpse King in West Xiang

The angry cock was suddenly thrown into the sky. It was in mid-air and suddenly woke up. The blood-red cockscomb immediately stood up, and its anger penetrated the colorful feathers all over its body. It cried loudly, glided from the air and fell into the grass, and suddenly rolled into a ball with the black pipa. The chickens and birds were no more than birds. The dancing amplitude and muscle strength of the two wings were limited, but the strength of the neck and feet was extremely strong. A pair of Jin Jie grabbed the scorpion tail hard and pulled it hard, and actually pulled the domino black pipa and turned it around.

At this time, the other two big roosters were also thrown over one after another. They were not as heroic as an angry chicken. They had just passed a fierce battle with the female scorpion and were exhausted. At this time, they suddenly faced the enemy and couldn't help but be confused. Before one of the roosters could wake up, they were knocked off the chicken's head by the crazy black pipa with one claw. The scorpion tail was thrown away, and the bloody chicken head was knocked into the cave barbarian.

The Dongman was panicking, and saw the chicken head flying over the wind with blood. It was so dazzling that it could not avoid it. Fortunately, the partridge whistle was quick and fast, and he pulled the Dongman to the side. The chicken head just flew past his face. If it was a few inches, the head of the rooster that hit him would definitely poke the Dongman's right eye. A dull sound was heard, and the chicken head had hit something behind him.

Partridge Whistle and others heard the sound of something wrong. The chicken's head did not seem to hit the coffin or the tree. When he looked back, he couldn't help but take a breath of air. It turned out that the Yuan Dynasty zombies in the purple gold coffin had been silently sitting up from the coffin, with their fingers and claws spreading, as if they were about to climb out of the coffin. The chicken's head hit the zombie's face and hair were splashed with blood. It was really ferocious under the moonlight.

At this time, the moonlight fell, like frost, and the ground was covered with clarity. Partridge Whistle and others looked at it and said, "It's a weird thing, why did the Yuan Dynasty zombies sit up from the coffin by themselves? I'm afraid that the zombies will turn into zombies!"

Partridge Whistle knew that the Yuan Dynasty corpse king was tall and different from ordinary people. He must have been a strange person who practiced both internal and external cultivation during his lifetime. The corpse was very small. Now he didn't care about paying attention to the fierce battle between the Ang Qingji and the Black Pipa Spirit. Seeing that something happened suddenly, he couldn't say it. He started to take action first. Suddenly, he turned around and pulled his body and jumped into the coffin to remove the zombie's big vertebra.

Unexpectedly, before he got closer, he saw a fluffy face coming from behind the ancient corpse sitting in the coffin. It turned out that the monkey saw that the poisonous scorpion in the coffin was dead, and the other black pipa was entangled by a rooster in the distance. He took advantage of the unpredictable situation and wanted to rescue the Cang Ape pressed under the coffin. It sneaked into the coffin, trying to move the zombie out and reduce the weight of the purple gold coffin.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he pushed the zombie up from behind, the broken chicken head happened to fly over, hitting the zombie's face full of chicken blood. Monkeys were most afraid of seeing chicken blood, so there was a saying of "killing chickens for monkeys to see". The monkey poked his head out and saw the bloody one after another. He also saw the half of the chicken head falling beside him, and he seemed to stare at him with his eyes straight at him. He was immediately scared and his soul scattered. He opened his mouth wide and let out a "screaming" sound, and jumped out of the purple gold coffin, climbing the tree and escaping into the forest.

As soon as the monkey escaped, the zombie in the coffin lost its support, and then he lay down again with a gurgle. Partridge Whistle was both angry and funny, and cursed in his heart: "Splashing the monkey, escape so quickly." Seeing that it was not a zombie change, a stone fell to the ground, but Partridge Whistle was not careless, but instead felt that the ancient corpse in the coffin was different.

The zombie has died for at least hundreds of years. It has not melted into the ground, but becomes a zombie. The so-called "the name must have a reason for it." At that time, the zombie's zombie should also be written as "zombie". It means that the underground corpse is rigid like a tree withered and wrinkled. It can also be explained that it is a zombie that is not rotten, and it is a zombie. But even if the corpse is not rotten, it must be as stiff as a wood and its joints cannot be bent. However, the monkey pushed the ancient zombie out of the coffin and sat up. Could it be that the zombie has a physical constitution and is no different from a living person?

In remote mountainous areas in Hunan, Guizhou, eastern Guangdong and western Guangdong, there are often legends that zombies become spirits. Zombies who become spirits still use the coffin hidden in corpses as their nests, and they are covered with hair all over the body. Whenever night comes, they will go out of the coffin to plunder people and animals for food, and the people call it the "corpse king".

There is another saying that the reason why the "corpse king" is that the deceased has a prominent position during his lifetime. Burial objects and corpse-controlling objects are all rare and mysterious objects. Once a corpse suddenly rises, the corpse will become fierce. Ordinary zodiac paper talismans or peach wood swords are difficult to subdue. The corpse king must be a nobleman during his lifetime. Ordinary ordinary people who are buried shall not be blessed to be named after the corpse after death. In fact, this represents a prejudice that the people in ancient times advocated the powerful.

The rumors that the "Xiangxi Corpse King" has appeared once a hundred years, and it is mostly false. The ancient zombie seen by different witnesses may not be the same zombie. Previously, a person who collected herbs said that he saw the Corpse King in the gap in the Pingshan Mountains. It may be the mummy whose spine was kicked and broken by the Partridge Whistle. It is estimated that his outfit is a warrior buried in the tomb. It is not surprising that the Yuan Dynasty had a strong sacrificial life.

The Partridge Whistle had already seen the ancient zombie in the purple gold coffin with gold powder in its mouth and nose, and the corpse seemed to be stubborn, but its appearance was as strong as a whole. It had not dissipated its Yingshuang posture, and it could bend its waist. It sat up in the coffin, and it guessed that there was a rare thing hidden in the Yuan Dynasty zombie.

The Taoist who moved the mountain searched all over the world just to find a "dragon dust bead" hidden in the mouth of the ancient corpse. When encountering this situation, Partridge Whistle refused to let go easily, but the zombie was described as strange and had to be prepared for it. She had to break the bones and cramps first, and then searched carefully on it. This was a foolproof way.

A thought flashed in Partridge Whistle's mind, and he made up his mind to go forward and take action. Suddenly, he heard the whistle of wind behind his head. He watched all directions and hurriedly dodged. He saw a stone the size of a fist passing by, smashing against the wall of the purple gold coffin.

It turned out that the monkey group hiding in the forest saw the partridge whistle approaching the coffin. They thought he was going to harm the ape, so they picked up stones and smashed them at the three of them. They were just afraid of the chicken blood in the coffin. None of them dared to approach half a step, and they only shouted and threw stones from a distance.

The monkeys are located in the deep mountains and forests, and are extremely naughty. When they meet passers-by, they follow them quietly. When they walk to the dangerous path of the cliff, they suddenly throw them with rocks. The merchants are suddenly unable to prevent them. They may fall into the deep valley or suffer from sores in the middle of the stone. They often suffer from their lives and their clothes and food are robbed by them. These wild monkeys have tasted the sweetness and do not take outsiders into consideration. They have become a disaster in the Laoxiong Ridge, which is even more difficult to deal with than bandits.

The big and small stones in the forest suddenly fell like locusts. The guide cave barbarian could not dodge at all. He was hit by one of the rocks in the back of his head. He felt that the stars in front of him were rising. When he touched the back of his head, his hands were covered with sticky blood. The cave barbarian also became angry and cursed: "Everyone bullies me for being timid and afraid of things. Even the wild monkeys killed in the sky didn't take me seriously, so that you can tell that even clay men have three parts of earth!" As he shouted, he picked up the stones and threw them back, but the group of monkeys was too many, and a rain of stone hit him, and the beast suddenly jumped in his head and hurriedly hid to the partridge whistle.

Although Partridge Whistle and Hong Girl were both agile figures, there were too many rocks thrown over, and they couldn't help but be hit by a few strokes. Seeing that the man of Dong was bleeding from his head, Partridge Whistle pushed him and Hong Girl into the purple gold coffin. Fortunately, the coffin was surprisingly large and had enough room for three or four people. He himself lifted the thick coffin cover in his hand and turned his body drippingly, covering the stones flying from all directions like a whirlwind.

Queqiao Whistle came to Pingshan to rob the tomb. Before he could succeed, he broke two companions. He saw that the robbers in the Xiling Mountain were seriously injured. This was an unprecedented setback. He had a nameless fire in his heart that had been burning for more than 3,000 feet, and he had nowhere to lose his life. However, in the case of the tomb robbery, he had originally wanted to leave the life of the old ape under the purple gold coffin and ignored it. However, seeing that the monkeys were in trouble, they were disturbing the situation again and again. Why didn't hesitate to the monkeys and could not help them? He had to use a ruthless move to knock on the mountain and shake the tiger, killing one to warn a hundred to eliminate future troubles.

Thinking of this, the murderous intention of Partridge Whistle suddenly appeared. He had a demon in his heart. He was really angry and worried. He couldn't stop the murderous thoughts. Killing one is killing, and killing one hundred is killing. A gleam in his eyes flashed. Lengzi raised the mirror box behind the cover of the coffin and pulled the trigger one after another. The sound of bullets being shot through the night sky. Every gunshot sounded, a monkey fell backwards from the tree. He was the accurate head that could destroy incense fire a hundred steps away. It was really a shot. Every monkey had a bullet in his eyebrows. Before he could fall to the ground from the air, he was already pierced by the bullets.

In the blink of an eye, twenty bullets shot and killed twenty monkeys. The other monkeys were so scared that they were staring at the monkey's eyes and staring at them. They were like wooden sculptures and clay sculptures. Some of them were even more shocked and were dripping with monkey urine. In the end, there was no idea which monkey was carrying the head, and hesitated, rushing to escape into the depths of the mountains and forests. He never dared to come back again after he went there. From then on, the monkeys in Laoxiongling saw the man in black and avoided it as if they had met a snake and scorpion. They were still like this today.

Miss Hong and Dongman heard the gunshot in the purple gold coffin, and leaned up to watch. When they saw the quick guns of Partridge Whistle, they were also very shocked and could not make any sound. They thought that this person was too cruel and harsh. I guess he would kill people as well, just like the demon king who killed people in Shura.

At the same time, the two roosters on the side also fought with the Black Pipa King. This fierce battle between natural enemies really made the sun and the moon go out of light. The angry chicken was originally the natural nemesis of the snake, scorpion and centipede, but just after midnight, the moonlight was on the ground, not the time it was used to play. It was a tie with the Black Pipa. The golden rooster's colorful feathers and scorpion armor fragments were mixed and fluttered everywhere in the rolled fallen leaves, and it seemed as if it was unaware of the continuous commotion of the monkeys in the forest.

Although the other big rooster is not a god of Fu Qing, it is also a fighting rooster with outstanding color feathers and high crowns. Although it is injured on many sides, it is covered in blood all over its body. It is still willing to sacrifice its life to attack each other without taking a step back.

The black pipa of the scorpion spirit is a thousand-year-old poison near the ancient tomb of Pingshan. It is extremely strange and cruel, but its nature is incompatible. When it sees a rooster, it will be scared to the point of being scared. Although it relies on its fierceness to break the head of one of the three roosters as soon as it rises, it fights into a ball with the other two. After a long time, it shows a decline and gradually cannot withstand it.

But the two big roosters were only a few years old, so how could the Black Pipa King take zipa grass to prolong life and increase life? The scorpion suddenly curled up and left the hard shell outside and let the two golden roosters snatch it. The two roosters didn't know that it was a plan, so they shook their wings and claws and pounced forward.

In order to survive, the old scorpion had to risk his life to spit out poison despite the rooster crow. It slowly poured out the scorpion tail. It took a desperate bet and suddenly threw out the scorpion tail like a steel whip. A black mist that was darker than the night was shot out from its tail. The black mist was transformed into a venom and condensed. Its poison was extremely poisonous. The angry chicken knew it was powerful and did not dare to block its edge. It jumped out in the air with its high cries. The high-crowned rooster was just wrapped in the poisonous fog, and its feathers all fell and dispersed, and its skin, flesh and bones turned into dirty blood.

Although the black pipa succeeded with one blow, it almost blew away the oil-forbidden lamp. At this time, the golden rooster that was flying in the air happened to fall in the air. It became more and more courageous as it fought. Its momentum was as fierce as lightning. It grabbed the scorpion tail and scorpion back. Suddenly, a divine power emerged, shaking its wings again, and pulling the Black pipa king into the air like an eagle fighting a rabbit.

When it fell back, the Fengming Fury Chicken had already pulled the scorpion body over, Jin Jiefen tore open the gap in the scorpion armor. The Scorpion King Hei Pipa couldn't stop hurting, and immediately twisted the strange body like a steel joint and made a ball with the big rooster roll. Zhengna's parchment had been poked through by the chicken's claws. After struggling for a few times, it twisted and died.

But the black pipa is a strange and evil person after all. Before his death, the scorpion tail was inserted into the abdomen of the rage chicken. Through the body, the scorpion claws even cut off a chicken's foot. This pair of natural enemies, like life and death, died in a bunch of flesh and blood, and it was hard to distinguish until death.

The Partridge Whistle killed the monkeys, and when he turned around, he happened to see the last scene, and sighed softly in his heart, quite regretful, but this "phoenix chicken" rescued by himself from the butcher knife of the ignorant villagers is a rare thing in the world. It is said that "a hero dies under the knife, and a good horse dies in front of the formation." The angry chicken dies with the thousand-year-old Black Pipa King, which is considered to be a place to die. Such a heroic spirit is better than becoming a meal on the plate of a fool's man and a fool's wife.
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