Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Town Corpse Tower

Both Wu Zhen and Lian the old man were shocked.Wu Zhen held the torch in his left hand, and took out the strange looking weapon with his right hand.Even the old man hurriedly took out his musket and pointed it at the black thing. That black thing looked like a dog but not a dog, with black hair all over its body, shiny and shiny, its two eyes were shining brightly, staring at the two of them motionlessly. The old man Lian asked, "What is that thing you put on me? Does it work?" Wu Zhen stared at the black object intently, and said, "That's called Pohunduao, and it's specially used to deal with big zongzi."

At that time, after the Eight-Power Allied Forces captured Beijing, thieves flocked everywhere.Even the old man has heard about the tomb robbery.Knowing that the big zongzi refers to the zombies in the ancient tomb, they can use this broken soul to deal with the dark thing in front of them, but they don't know if it will work. The dark thing seemed to lose patience, and walked towards the two of them step by step.Even the old man's heart was pounding, he raised his hand in desperation, and aimed a gun at the black thing. Wu Zhen yelled: "Don't shoot, catch the living." He knocked the old man's arm with his right hand, and only heard a "boom", sparks scattered, and the gun hit the top of the tower firmly, Dust fell from the top of the tower.

The old man Lian was about to ask Wu Zhen why he stopped him from shooting.Suddenly, his eyes went dark, and the black thing rushed towards him like lightning, the speed was as fast as lightning.The two of them felt a gust of wind blowing towards their faces. In the crisis, even the old man had no time to think about it, and the musket in his hand moved upwards, and Wu Zhen's Soul Breaker also slashed at the side. The black monster was very agile, turned over in mid-air, and fell back to the original place with a "whoosh".A pair of green eyes kept turning, as if thinking of some countermeasure.

The old man Lian hurriedly loaded the gunpowder and shouted angrily, "Wu Zhen, what are you doing?" Wu Zhen said: "Father, this is a living treasure, called a corpse mastiff. It must not be killed. A dead one can be sold for tens of thousands of taels of silver, and a living one is even more priceless. Father, do as I say." Wu Zhen lowered his body slowly, handed the torch in his left hand to the old man Lian, put down the broken soul, opened the bag, took out the bag of glutinous rice, and untied it slowly, the whole movement was extremely slow.For fear of alarming the corpse mastiff on the opposite side.Wu Zhen took the bag of glutinous rice, sprinkled a circle more than two feet wide in front of him, and took out two elixirs from his bosom. The elixirs were yellowish in color and gave off a stench.He handed the elixir to Old Man Lian, and asked Old Man Lian to swallow it, and Old Man Lian swallowed it as he said.Wu Zhen took out two more cylinders from the bag, handed one to the old man Lian, and held the other by himself, and said in a low voice, "Father, let's aim at the corpse mastiff together, I'll count one, two, three, and let's press the black cylinder together." button, spray it."

The old man Lian nodded, and the two stood on both sides of the glutinous rice circle. Wu Zhen fixed his eyes on the corpse mastiff, and said in a low voice: "One..." The corpse mastiff seemed to have a premonition that the situation was not good for him, and let out a low growl in his throat. Wu Zhen said: "Two..." The corpse mastiff leapt up and rushed towards the two of them. Wu Zhen said: "Three!" The two pressed the black button with both hands almost at the same time.The cylinder machine slammed open, and two puffs of pale yellow smoke were sprayed on the corpse mastiff immediately.The corpse mastiff seemed to be very afraid of the smoke, stopped its forward momentum in mid-air, and landed on the ground, right in the circle of glutinous rice.

Wu Zhen jumped up with a stride, riding on the corpse mastiff, with both arms firmly wrapped around the corpse mastiff's neck.The corpse mastiff struggled desperately, trying to turn its head around.Wu Zhen hugged him desperately and held on tight, even the old man dropped the torch and held down the corpse mastiff behind him. After touching a stick of incense according to the appointment time, the corpse mastiff finally let out a low growl, stretched its two claws forward, and remained motionless. Wu Zhen turned over, sat on the ground panting, and after a while, lit the fire again.Even the old man was still holding the corpse mastiff tightly, Wu Zhen waved his hand with a smile and said: "Father, no need, this corpse mastiff won't hurt anyone anymore, come down, it's okay."

Even the old man was skeptical, and slowly let go of the corpse mastiff.Sure enough, the corpse mastiff was still lying on the ground, motionless, and seemed exhausted. Wu Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "This corpse mastiff is a kind of spiritual creature raised by Maoshan Taoist priests in order to suppress zombie ghosts. As the saying goes, 'Ten dogs make one mastiff', and put ten small mastiffs together. Feed any food and let it kill each other. The last one left is the corpse mastiff. Put this corpse mastiff in the ancient tomb and cast a spell. At that time, no matter how powerful you are, the zombies will not be able to turn the evil. people."

The old man Lian asked: "But how can this corpse mastiff survive without food in the ancient tomb?" Wu Zhen shook his head and said: "Any ancient tomb is not absolutely closed. Some insects, rats and ants like to move in dark and humid places. What's more, this corpse mastiff is like a camel in the desert. It is very resistant to hunger and thirst. It is so strong. After one meal, it can not eat for half a year. What’s more, some corpse mastiffs can hibernate like bears. They don’t wake up until the next winter when there are more insects and ants and there is plenty of food.”

Even the old man was speechless.Wu Zhen continued: "This corpse mastiff also has the same benefits, because it eats dead people or rotten things, so it is particularly sensitive to the breath of dead bodies. It is often more effective to search for ancient tombs with a corpse mastiff. As far as the reader is concerned, there is a corpse mastiff that is worth two or three helpers. This corpse mastiff is also very loyal, as long as you surrender to it, it will be with you for the rest of your life, which is similar to the Tibetan mastiff from the border of Tibet.” The old man Lian scratched his head and asked, "Then what happened to the glutinous rice circle just now? Why is the corpse mastiff so afraid of that yellow powder smoke?"

Wu Zhendao: "That yellow powder is corpse powder, which is made from softwood softshell turtle, wild fox gall, and blood ladybug. It is specially used to deal with big rice dumplings. It is strange to say that this corpse mastiff eats dead bodies all year round. For food, it may be because of this that a large amount of corpse energy has accumulated on the body of the corpse mastiff, so it cannot stand the medicinal energy of this corpse powder. And glutinous rice is specially used to restrain the corpse spirit, and it can neutralize it by fighting poison with poison The medicine gas of the corpse powder. Therefore, the corpse mastiff can only fall into the circle of glutinous rice, where the medicine gas is the lightest, and the corpse mastiff can barely resist it. That is the only chance for us to catch the corpse mastiff. Otherwise , the corpse mastiff comes and goes like the wind, once it escapes, it will be very difficult to catch it again."

While the two were talking, the corpse mastiff slowly got up, came to Wu Zhen's side, gently rubbed Wu Zhen's thigh, and then lay down beside Wu Zhen, with a very docile expression. Wu Zhen smiled, and stretched out his hand to touch the head of the corpse mastiff. The corpse mastiff remained motionless, and no longer had the vicious attitude just now. Wu Zhen frowned, and said: "It's just that these seven-level pagodas are generally used to enshrine Buddhist bone relics and scriptures, and few of them are built underground. What is the reason for this? Could it be... Could it be..." The old man Lian asked urgently, "Could it be something?" Wu Zhen frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "I guess it might be—the Tower of Corpses!" The old man Lian frowned, and said curiously: "The Tower of the Corpse? I've never heard of it." Wu Zhendao: "In the past, some corpses that died in the dead's house, such as those who were hanged, drowned, or murdered for money, were buried. I was afraid that the soul of the dead would linger and turn the murderer into someone. So I came up with some methods. .Some put corpse-fixing pills in the mouths of the dead, and some invited spells to suppress them. The most powerful one is the corpse-suppressing tower! Legend has it that after being suppressed by the corpse-suppressing tower, the dead will never be reborn." Hearing this, even the old man, who was well-informed, couldn't help shivering.At this moment, the torch in Wu Zhen's hand went out with a "pop"!