Origin

"The Ten Thousand Years Zombie King?" The short warrior frowned and looked sideways.

"Exactly, that zombie king is ferocious and bites people. Many passers-by have been killed in its mouth before. We, the mountain owners, are chivalrous and have specially made an appointment with friends to come here tonight to kill it. Please hurry up and leave. Don't Step forward and lose your life." The speaker wrinkled his nose and blinked, speaking vividly.

Regarding this person's words, Wu Zhongyuan didn't know whether the short warrior believed it, but he didn't believe it. Even if he lied, he had to be a little more reliable. Fuxi and Nuwa's rectification of the world was only a matter of thousands of years ago. Where did it come from? What kind of ten-thousand-year-old zombie king?

The short warrior raised his hands and said, "My three dear friends, I have something important to do, and I have to go south..."

Before he could finish speaking, someone interrupted him, "It's definitely impossible to go tonight. No one is allowed to set foot in the south area before dawn."

The tone of this person's words was already very strong. The short warrior was injured and had no confidence in defeating these three people. Even though he knew that what the three people told were lies, he did not point it out, "Excuse me, you three, the sealing of the mountain began when when?"

"We've been here before the shift started," someone said.

"Have the three of you ever seen a young man carrying a bow and arrow on his back?" the short man stretched out his hand to gesture, "about this high, with a long sword hanging on his waist."

All three of them shook their heads.

Seeing the three of them shaking their heads, the short man looked around in confusion.

Not only the short man was confused, Wu Zhongyuan was also confused. The short man was confused because based on the time, he should have arrived here first. What he wondered about was why the short man didn't go north instead of south since he wanted to report the news.

Judging from the cloth they were carrying on their backs, the two men had just left the Bear Clan and were going to southern Xinjiang to exchange for something. After discovering his whereabouts, the two went south instead of going north. There is only one reasonable explanation, that is, they knew there was someone in the south who could help them.

This person who might be able to help them might be a high-level warrior of the Bear Tribe who rushed to southern Xinjiang before them, or he might be a contact person they could easily replace during their trip. If you think about it carefully, the first possibility is more likely. If this is the case, the question arises again, what are the high-level warriors of the Bear tribe doing in southern Xinjiang?

After hesitating, the short warrior got off his horse, resisted showing the injury on his leg, led the horse to the roadside, and sat down in the forest.

Seeing him stop, the three warriors ignored him and continued to go back to drink.

Although it is spring and summer,

The temperature was still very low at night, but the three of them did not light a bonfire and talked very little. Even when they spoke, their voices were kept low.

Wu Zhongyuan hid in the forest, frowning and thinking. These three warriors were obviously lying. They stopped passers-by going south. They were undoubtedly worried that passers-by entering the area in front would affect and destroy what they were doing.

It was unknown what these guys were doing, but it was certain that they were not here for him.

The short warrior could wait, but he didn't want to wait. The short warrior was blocked here, which gave him just one night to rush to Goat Valley to meet Jiang Nan before the short man reported the news.

After a brief pause, Wu Zhongyuan quickly made a decision to go west and go around.

Carefully move westward. After getting away from the four people, you use Qinggong and start to speed up. While walking westward, you look to the south. To the south is a mountain col. There are mountain peaks all around, so you can't see the situation in the mountain col.

Go west for more than twenty miles, cross the ravine from the narrow place, and arrive at the southern area.

Because they didn't know what the people in Qixing Mountain were doing here, they did not go straight south, but continued to circle westward close to the roots of the mountain.

Not long after walking forward, I suddenly smelled a smell of blood. I looked for it and soon found a dead animal in the forest. This animal had no head. To be precise, the head was bitten off. Look at the torso. It's a civet cat, or a feline.

Worried that there was a large beast lurking nearby, Wu Zhongyuan took a closer look at the dead cat's neck. Upon closer inspection, he found that the bite marks on the dead cat's neck were uneven, which showed that the animal that bit off the cat's head was not very big, at least. Not very huge.

Not far away, I found the body of another civet cat. The head of this civet cat was still there, but its stomach had been scratched open by some animal, and its intestines were exposed. It died in a miserable state.

Since the head was still there, Wu Zhongyuan discovered that the animal only looked like a cat, but it was not a cat because it had a tuft of down on each of its ears. This thing should be a lynx, a close relative of the civet cat.

Wu Zhongyuan didn't think much about the two dead lynxes, but after walking a few dozen steps, he found another one, also dead.

Just when he squatted down to inspect the third lynx corpse, he suddenly discovered that the lynx corpse was tied with a very thin silk thread. This silk thread was tied around the lynx's waist, and one end was connected to the On the tree, the other end was hidden under the body.

Seeing this, Wu Zhongyuan was very curious and reached out to turn over the lynx's body. But as soon as he touched the lynx's body, he suddenly thought that this silk thread might be connected to some mechanism.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly retracted his hand and came back, taking a closer look at the soil around the lynx's body. Upon closer inspection, he quickly discovered that the soil around the body had signs of being turned over, and the fallen leaves on it were sprinkled by humans.

Could it be that the group of warriors in Qixing Mountain used lynx as bait to trap some animal?

But lynx and cat belong to the same genus, and the meat of this thing is not delicious. What kind of thing would like to eat lynx?

Confused, he took out his dagger, carefully removed the leaves around the body, and dug downwards with the dagger. Soon the dagger touched a hard object and removed part of the soil. The hard object revealed the tip of the iceberg, which looked like a clay jar. Not too small.

When Wu Zhongyuan saw this thing, his first reaction was that this thing couldn't be a *, right? But this thought passed away in a flash, where did it come from at this time?

If you want to determine what the group of warriors from Qixing Mountain are doing here, you only need to determine what is in this jar, and you can deduce it.

The silk thread was tied around the waist of the lynx corpse, hidden under its body hair. I carefully touched the silk thread with my hand and found that the silk thread was very tough, somewhat like modern transparent fishing line.

He lay on the ground and tilted his head, looked carefully, and found that the other end of the silk thread extended into the jar.

Just as he was concentrating on looking at it, a loud noise suddenly came, "Boom!"

The sudden loud noise frightened Wu Zhongyuan so much that he jumped seven feet and climbed directly up the tree.

After he clung to the branch, he realized that the previous loud noise was not caused by him touching the mechanism under the lynx's body. The loud noise came from the east.

At this moment, there was another loud noise in the distance. This time, he was at a high place and could see it clearly. Along with the loud noise, there was fire. It was really *.

"Where did the gun come from at this time?" Wu Zhongyuan was a little confused when the incident happened suddenly. The scene at this time reminded him of the situation when he accidentally entered the artillery range and was attacked by artillery in modern times.

"Boom!" There was another loud noise.

The loud noise occurred three miles away to the east. The explosion produced a fire, which reflected the outline of an animal. This thing looked somewhat like a tiger or a leopard.

The animal triggered the mechanism and was blown to the ground, but it was not killed. It got up eagerly and continued to run away.

There seemed to be many traps buried in the forest. The animal frequently triggered traps and exploded while running. I don't know whether it was because the power of the gun was too small, or because the animal was not an ordinary beast. It exploded repeatedly, but it did not die.

At this time, the ambush soldiers hiding in the forest also surrounded him from all over, shouting loudly while chasing, forcing the animal to run westward, and the direction of the animal's escape happened to be towards his position.

As the saying goes, don't chase when you are in trouble. The animal was chased by everyone and stopped trying to escape. It turned around with a roar and rushed towards the people who were shouting behind it. The screams were heard immediately.

The animal was moving very fast, and just as screams were heard from one place, there were cries of injury from another place.

"You haven't shown your true colors yet?!" A black shadow flew over, and both palms came out to attack the animal that was fighting and killing from a distance.

The animal landed on the ground with its palm, turned over, screamed and roared, and at the same time, strange images appeared, and fire exploded, lingering all over its body.

The flames came together and the light shone brightly. Wu Zhongyuan finally saw the true face of this thing. It was an alien lynx as big as a tiger, with a huge body and a towering head. The two dragon whiskers at the corners of its mouth and the dragon horns on its head clearly indicated that Its identity revealed that this was no ordinary lynx, but a dragon-blooded beast transformed from a psychic weapon.

The alien beast generated flames to help it, arched its back and stood on its feet, roared and exerted force, and rushed towards the pursuer not far away. The man saw the opportunity quickly and hid sideways behind the tree. The dragon-blooded alien beast borrowed power from the trunk of the tree. He turned around and pounced on another person.

The flames set off by this object were extremely hot, leaving flames everywhere they went. They rushed left and right, and the pursuers fled in panic, but no one dared to use its sharp edge.

"Don't fight it, lead it to the oak tree," someone shouted.

"Chief Xiao, you said it lightly, just lead him away." Someone answered not far away.

"In order to lure it over, the Rat Tribe has killed and injured many people, and now you still want us to fight the preliminary battle?"

Hearing the words of the two men, Wu Zhongyuan suddenly realized that he and Wu Dalie had gone to Southern Xinjiang before. On the way, Wu Dalie had told him some anecdotes about Southern Xinjiang. There was a tribe in Southern Xinjiang called the Rat Tribe, and the Rat Tribe knew how to mix saltpeter,*.

At this time, there were dozens of pursuers surrounding the dragon-blooded beast. The beast was aroused and stopped running away. It rushed and bit them, driving everyone to run away.

While everyone was shouting, Wu Zhongyuan stared at the strange beast and frowned, recalling that among the eighteen psychic weapons, nine were created by induction of dragon energy. Judging from the body shape of this thing, it must be a dragon stick. undoubtedly.

Just when Wu Zhongyuan determined the origin of this object, someone led the dragon-blooded beast towards the big tree where he was.

The person responsible for the seduction was a minion, and he ran a little slower. The strange beast jumped up and threw him to the ground, biting him crazily.

While the minions screamed, an old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks threw a black ball the size of an egg towards the lynx corpse under the tree.

Seeing this situation, Wu Zhongyuan suddenly remembered something and tilted his head to look at the leaves of the big tree where he was, which were oak leaves.

After a muffled sound, there was a loud bang, thick smoke billowing, and earth and rocks flying.

When the dust settled, the dragon-blooded beast had disappeared. Everyone rushed forward eagerly and looked around, but found nothing.

The old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks screamed angrily, "Where's the stick? Where did it go..."