dognovel Chapter 906 Heart is as hard as iron
Chapter 906 Heart is as hard as iron
Compassion does not control soldiers, righteousness does not control wealth!
Su Xiaoya finally realized that after experiencing the backstabbing by Old Lady Zhao, she had become much more decisive in killing.
Now - the heart is even harder.
Sure enough, it is human nature to be soft-hearted, but it will gradually become harder as we grow up, until it becomes as hard as iron and as cold as ice!
She has family and friends, so maybe she wouldn't be as cold as ice, but she doesn't regret it.
Princess Kunming stared blankly at Su Xiaoya's emanating Daoist energy. How could this person have such an "enlightenment" over a disagreement? And crucially, she could control it with ease.
It can be controlled freely! That is enlightenment! Being able to control the state of enlightenment freely, is this really enlightenment?
However, this Mahayana cultivation is real and not false at all.
call!
Princess Kunming clutched her chest. For the first time, she felt defeated. As a princess of the Kunpeng clan with 100% pure blood, she was already incredibly talented, but she had never experienced two "epiphanies" in one day!
She herself has been guarding here for a hundred thousand years, making sacrifices for a hundred thousand years, and is even ready to sacrifice herself to revive the Divine Ao, and she does not seek any reward.
But this "Origin Divine Crystal" was willing to share its divine power with Su Xiaoya. This is...
At this moment, Kunming was really jealous.
After all, she was prepared to sacrifice herself to fully awaken the Divine Ao, just to accumulate merit for her son and protect the little Kun Fish for a lifetime of peace.
This is also because she is open-minded. Otherwise, if it were someone with a smaller mind, they would definitely develop inner demons.
Sure enough, people will die when comparing with others, and goods will be thrown away when comparing goods!
Part of the divine power of the Shenkun's "Origin Divine Crystal" was contributed by Princess Kunming, and was then transferred to Su Xiaoya.
To put it another way, the divine power that helped Su Xiaoya break through was Princess Kunming's.
But the endings of the two are obvious. To say that they are worlds apart is an understatement. It is simply a "parting of life and death."
Su Xiaoya was now in free control of her epiphany, but the scene before her eyes did not stop. I just wondered if Su Xiaoya had taken it in, or not?
The Zombie King was like a commander in chief, controlling the surging tide of corpses rolling in from Beimang Mountain.
This was the first time Su Xiaoya saw a zombie with her own eyes.
In previous film and television works, zombies all had to wear Qing Dynasty braids. Although we don’t know why they were dressed like that, we cannot deny the existence of zombies.
In her previous life, Su Xiaoya had heard of the "corpse driver".
Skills can be close to the Tao, and art can be close to the gods.
Although the "corpse driver" sounds mysterious, it actually exists. It is said that many people have witnessed it with their own eyes.
The most famous one is the "corpse driver" in western Hunan.
According to legend, the "corpse driver" is responsible for sending the bodies of people from Xiangxi who died in foreign countries back to their hometown for burial.
This situation is particularly common during wars and business trips. After all, the Xiangxi region is mountainous and transportation is extremely inconvenient, and the transportation of remains has become an insurmountable obstacle.
The "corpse drivers" are often accompanied by a master and an apprentice. They wear long blue cloth robes and conical hats, like mysterious messengers. They hold gongs or bells and move forward quietly in the night.
There is no other way. Driving a group of "corpses" through the streets in broad daylight, even if they don't scare a lot of people to death, at least one or two will be scared to death.
What's more, it's said that if a living person (or even a cat or dog) touches a corpse, it will cause it to transform into a corpse!
These remains undergo special treatment. It's said to be a unique embalming process, otherwise, wouldn't the "corpses" have been gone for months and still stink?
If it were the middle of summer, the whole body would rot.
According to scientific verification, 6 months to 1 year after a person dies and is buried, most of the soft tissues completely decay, leaving only bones, which are commonly known as skulls.
Exposed to air, at room temperature, the time it takes for a corpse to turn into a skeleton is even shorter, only half a month to a month. With ice or something, the time can be extended a little, but not much.
Therefore, "corpse drivers" all know secret methods of dealing with corpses.
The processed corpses, dressed in shrouds, arms stretched out, looked like sleeping souls waiting to return to their homeland. They were strung together with straw ropes, each about three feet apart, like a mysterious procession.
The "corpse driver" recites mysterious "spells" and shakes bells to make crisp sounds, and the corpse will then "walk upright" like an awakened ghost following the sound of the bells, slowly returning home along the winding mountain road.
During the day, the corpse drivers would look for a secluded "charity cemetery" (a place specifically for storing corpses or for the corpse drivers to rest), properly place the corpses in the charity cemetery, and then stick talismans on the foreheads of the corpses, as if covering them with a mysterious veil.
Then, a specially made yellow paper lantern is hung at the door, like a bright light guiding the way home. It is said that this can serve the purpose of "warning strangers not to enter" and "restraining corpses."
If there is no charity cemetery nearby, the corpse driver will find a suitable place under the deserted eaves or in the corner of the wall, let the corpses stand neatly against the wall, and tie them tightly together with straw ropes.
Afterwards, a circle of special "cinnabar powder" or "glutinous rice" is sprinkled around. These items seem to be a powerful barrier, which is said to be able to restrain evil spirits and prevent the corpse from moving around.
Then, they would quickly rush to nearby shops to buy food, or ask the shops to deliver the food to designated locations. They did not dare to stay away from the corpses for too long, as if they were afraid that the corpses would suddenly wake up.
At night, we continue on our journey.
For this reason, Su Xiaoya also looked up relevant information and watched videos. She was so scared that she had to keep the lights on all night when she slept for a week.
Now, looking at the zombies in front of her, her heart was surprisingly calm, without any fear at all.
Yes, after traveling through time for a few years, her hands are stained with blood. She has killed just one or two people, so why would she be afraid?
Sure enough, the environment can change a person and make him become - beyond recognition!
Su Xiaoya didn't regret it. People who deserved to die didn't deserve to live. Even the Buddhists, who are supposed to save all living beings, have angry-eyed Vajra!
Killing one bad guy is saving countless good people. Especially when it comes to evil cultivators, Su Xiaoya will not show any mercy. If she hesitates for even a second, it is a disrespect for life!
Su Xiaoya looked at the "Zombie King" curiously. According to legend, this was the first zombie born between heaven and earth.
The Zombie King's appearance and clothing exude a primitive sense of chaos and a terrifying aura of ferocity. They retain the ancient people's imagination of the "undead" while exuding a strange majesty that transcends the mundane.
The skin of the "Zombie King" is not the bluish-gray or pale color of zombies in ordinary film and television works, but a dark copper color like that burned by the raging fire of the ancient times. It is as tight as old tree bark, but with a cold metallic glow.
There is a vertical scar in the middle of his forehead, which looks like an eye but is not an eye. Legend has it that it is the "evil gate" that absorbs evil spirits from heaven and earth. It is usually tightly closed, and only opens a crack when he is furious, revealing a dark red light.
His eyes were sunken, with dark purple lines around his eye sockets, and his eyeballs were a cloudy red-gold color, like solidified amber, without the slightest spirit, yet making people feel the chill of being stared at by an eternal evil spirit.
The "Zombie King" has a huge body, like a mountain, nearly three meters high, which is intimidating.
His shoulders were broad and his back was thick, with the outline of his bones as if they had been cut by a knife or an axe. It seemed as if every inch of his muscles had been drained of water and were tightly attached to his bones, yet they contained infinite brute force that could tear apart rocks.
The slender finger bones were consistent with the descriptions of zombies in all kinds of film and television works. The nails were black with green keratin, sharp as animal claws, gleaming with a faint light, as if they could easily cut through metal and stone.
The "Zombie King" wasn't a Qing dynasty official with a pigtail. His sparse black hair tangled like dry vines, cascading down to his shoulders. Two strands of coarse black hair sprouted from his brow bones, slanting upward like sharp swords, adding to his menacing appearance. Dark veins could be vaguely seen in the wrinkles of his neck, spreading like the roots of an old tree.
The "Zombie King's" attire naturally has nothing to do with the official uniform of the Qing Dynasty. Instead, he is wearing a robe of unknown material, which looks like linen but not linen, like leather but not leather, and is a dark khaki color. It is covered with torn holes, and the edges have been weathered like dead leaves.
There were no patterns on the robe, but dark brown spots condensed in some corners, like bloodstains that had dried for billions of years, emitting a heart-pounding aura.
There was a thick animal tendon tied around his waist, as if it was made of steel, with several smoothly polished animal teeth strung on it, and the tips of the teeth flashed with a cold light.
His feet were bare, and his soles were as rough as iron. He stepped on the ground silently, but left a faint mark, as if announcing his existence to the world.
Overall, this zombie king does not have the decayed air of an ordinary zombie. Instead, it is like a stubborn stone peeled from chaos, carrying the hostility and deathly silence of the beginning of the world. It is both primitive and hideous, as if it can break free from the constraints of time at any time and drag everything around it into eternal desolation.
The Zombie King's minions, however, were pale, dressed in black shroud robes, their hands and feet stiff, their limbs unable to bend. Long white hair grew on their bodies. What was this—white zombie? Their nails were sharp, like eagle claws—incomparably razor-sharp.
Su Xiaoya blinked her eyes. She knew that zombies were divided into nine levels according to their magic power: purple zombie, white zombie, green zombie, hairy zombie, flying zombie, wandering zombie, crouching zombie, undead skeleton, and zombie king (Kuiba).
The zombie king in front of us doesn’t seem to be Kuiba.
Even as Su Xiaoya was lost in thought, these white zombies were already devouring the living like hungry wolves. The wounds they had gnawed on would immediately breed a new corpse poison as terrible as a plague, as if the seeds of death were spreading wantonly.
The Houji tribe, which was responsible for guarding the grain route, suffered heavy losses. The leader's son was like a weak lamb. After his neck was brutally bitten off by a zombie, he turned into a new zombie in just an incense stick of time. He pounced on his mother with fangs and claws, as if possessed by a demon.
Hou Ji's eyes were filled with tears, like pearls from a broken string, sliding down his cheeks. He lifted the plow, the wooden handle still bearing the smooth marks left by his son's help in polishing it the day before. Those marks seemed to be the final mark left on the wooden handle by his son's life...
Fighting in the same room?
Father and son killing each other?
Husband and wife turn against each other?
Is this what the Zombie King wants to see?
Su Xiaoya no longer had any other thoughts except collecting resentment for cultivation. If she had the chance to encounter this Zombie King, she would definitely need to fight him.
Su Xiaoya was thinking, but her face remained calm. Only her eyes—they were a little deeper, a bit like the ripples caused by a stone falling into a lake...
The Yaksha King had already been engaged in a fierce battle with Dayu without anyone noticing. The Yaksha King held the trident fiercely, while the Dinghai Shenzhen shone with brilliant light and fought independently.
At the start of the battle, the trident, blazing with demonic flames, stabbed at the Dinghaishenzhen, but Dayu nimbly dodged it. Furthermore, Dayu spun the Dinghaishenzhen like a dragon and slammed it down on the Yaksha King.
The Yaksha King hurriedly raised his halberd to block, causing dazzling sparks to fly. This angered the Yaksha King, who roared angrily and pinched his fingers. The trident transformed into countless phantoms, surrounding Dayu.
Dayu chanted the spell calmly, and the Dinghai Shenzhen suddenly grew bigger and longer, shattering all the phantoms.
The Yaksha King raised his trident again, like a ferocious dragon, and pounced on Dayu's Dinghai Shenzhen with bared fangs and claws. Sparks flew when the two collided, like fireworks blooming in the night sky.
The green-faced and fang-toothed Yaksha King was determined to defeat Dayu this time. He exerted his immense strength to the extreme. Every attack was like a mountain crushing an egg. The shadow of the halberd cut through the void like lightning, and slashed towards Dayu with a fierce momentum.
Dayu was not in a hurry. He saw the Dinghai Shenzhen turned into a dazzling golden light, and came forward like a dragon emerging from the sea, buzzing sound, and the sound of a dragon's roar echoed between heaven and earth.
The two collided with a loud bang, bursting out with dazzling light, as if two meteors collided, and the surrounding space was distorted beyond recognition. The two sides fought fiercely and it was difficult to tell who was better, and they were evenly matched.
Every confrontation was like thunder exploding in the sky, making a deafening noise, like an invisible shock wave, hitting everyone's eardrums directly, causing Dayu's ears to bleed continuously, like red plum blossoms blooming on his cheeks.
How could the Yaksha King give up so easily? He swung his trident violently and rushed towards Dayu with fangs and claws like a ferocious beast, carrying blazing black underworld fire.
Dayu made a spell and chanted a spell, and the Dinghai Divine Needle instantly grew to an immense size, like a towering mountain, easily blocking the Yaksha King's attack. Then, as if possessed of a spirit, the needle, like a nimble snake, pierced the Yaksha King with lightning speed.
The Yaksha King, who was used to being aggressive, felt that he was being teased. He dodged sideways flexibly, then swung his trident like a battle axe and chopped it hard at the Dinghai Shenzhen, as if to smash it to pieces.
However, unexpectedly, the Dinghaishenzhen suddenly shrank like a chameleon, cleverly avoiding the trident's attack. It seemed to have a pair of sharp eyes, accurately grasping the Yaksha King's weakness, and suddenly rebounded, hitting the Yaksha King like a cannonball.
How could the Yaksha King be willing to show weakness? His trident instantly erupted with powerful magic power, sweeping over like a black whirlwind. The Dinghai Shenzhen was no slouch either, releasing a thousand-foot-long golden light, like a dazzling sun, to counteract it.
Just as the Yaksha King thought he was about to gain the upper hand and was about to increase his attack, the Dinghaishenzhen suddenly lengthened, like a nimble python, tightly wrapping around the trident. Then, a tremendous force like a tidal wave came, and the trident was unexpectedly knocked away by the Dinghaishenzhen.
The Yaksha King was horrified and suddenly found himself stopped abruptly as if he had been cast a spell - half of the blood-stained red rope was exposed around his waist.
It was a protective amulet carefully woven from the fur of the Tushan Nine-tailed Fox. Last night, a child who was abducted by the fox tied the rope tightly around its waist at the last moment of his life.
Who would have thought that the blood that had just been thrown out of Dayu's mouth during the battle would actually arouse him.
“You…” The Yaksha King’s axe fell with a clang, as if it had lost all its vitality. Black blood gushed out of its eye sockets like a flood. “I… I… I got hit like this…”
If you walk too much by the river, you will eventually get your shoes wet. All I can say is, if you don't seek death, you won't die.
Well, it's good!
Su Xiaoya had a blank expression on her face the entire time, watching coldly.