Tomb Raiders in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 122 Corpse Nightmare
The dream itself is illusory. Many people may have a dream the night before, but they will forget it the next day. As for bringing the things in the dream into reality, it is completely impossible.

This is a very absurd statement, but such a thing really happened to Zhang Faqiu.

Zhang Faqiu took a deep breath, the most famous nightmare in history is also known as Zhuang Zhou Huadie.

Zhuang Zhou is an ancestor of Taoism, so he naturally faced many things.

At that time, hundreds of schools of thought were juxtaposed, and it cannot be said that everyone disliked each other, but at least one thing is certain, the conflict of interests among the schools of thought was very severe.

Every family has their own views and ideas, and Zhuang Zhou was the leader of the Taoist school at that time. Changing the saying that Zhang Faqiu is now familiar with, Zhuang Zhou is the current Taoist priest.

It is equivalent to the current Yu Ji, but at that time the Taoism was unified, not separated as it is now.

The other factions naturally have their own lords. These people are big figures who can turn their hands into clouds and turn their hands into rain. Some people once joined forces to deal with Zhuang Zhou, which also caused a nightmare for Zhuang Zhou.

Zuo Ci explained to Zhang Faqiu that this nightmare is divided into different levels, and the lowest level is the corpse nightmare that Zhang Faqiu has encountered so far, and it is also the best one to deal with.

There are many types of nightmares, and corpse nightmare is the lowest kind, but it is very powerful compared to the latter types of nightmares.

Corpse Nightmare is dead, once it is entangled, after a long time, what kind of Nightmare will this person walk out of the dream, and what will this person turn into in the end.

Zhang Faqiu, this corrupt and disfigured corpse nightmare, has been with him for a long time, and his body will gradually rot.

During this process, Zhang Faqiu could clearly feel that the flesh and blood in his body were rotting inch by inch. He could grab the rotten flesh on his body with his hand, and he could see maggots wriggling and gnawing on his rotten flesh and blood. my own flesh and blood...

"Scared?" Zuo Ci laughed viciously: "Just tell me, did you offend someone recently? This kind of nightmare is definitely done by people in the Taoist sect, and no one else knows it. There are not many people who know the method now."

Zhang Faqiu hurriedly said: "Last night, before you came, someone arrested Da Li and told me to go, trying to force me to hand over the Ming Hong Dao..."

"Ming Hong Dao?" Zuo Ci's eyes straightened up: "Where is it, quickly take it out and let me see!"

Zhang Faqiu said in amazement: "Can't you solve my problem first?"

"What are you afraid of?" Zuo Ci rolled his eyes: "You have dragon energy protection on your body, and it's not for nothing. For a while, this corpse nightmare can't do anything to you."

Zhang Faqiu was speechless for a while, turned his head and walked behind the screen, opened a box, and Ming Hong Dao was placed inside, and beside the box was Zhang Faqiu's armor, which was hung on the shelf.

Zuo Ci held it in his hand, his eyes were shining, as if he was looking at this extremely exquisite work of art.

He took Minghong Knife out of its sheath to have a look, but sighed strangely: "What a pity! What a pity!"

"What did you say?" Zhang Faqiu became curious.

A minute ago, Zuo Ci's eyes almost fell on Ming Hong Dao, but in the blink of an eye, he sighed again.

Zuo Ci found Minghong Dao in its scabbard, then hung it on the armor stand, looked at Zhang Faqiu with regret, "The soul of the sword in this sword is gone."

"Sword Soul?" Zhang Faqiu was confused, and showed the Yitian Sword to Zuo Ci: "Can you see if there is any sword spirit in this Yitian Sword?"

"You don't need to look at me to know it!" Zuo Ci looked at Zhang Faqiu contemptuously: "Why do you think there are weapon souls in them? I just told you that only those ancient artifacts can have weapon souls This kind of thing, the thing forged by the people of later generations, no matter how powerful the treasure is, it will not have any soul in it, once there is a thing with a soul, it is equivalent to a living thing, not a dead thing."

According to ancient legends, when Emperor Xuanyuan Huangdi forged Xuanyuan Sword, the remaining molten iron automatically flowed to the sword furnace and turned into a knife.

The emperor had already noticed the knife at that time, held it in his hand and checked it, and felt that the murderous aura on the Minghong knife was very strong, and it was the wind of benevolence of the king, so it was like cutting off the knife with Xuanyuan sword.

But before the emperor could do anything, the knife broke free from the emperor's hand, turned into a crimson skylark, flew into the clouds and hid itself, even the emperor, such as the ancient holy king, did not find it .

So there is a sword soul in this Ming Hong knife, which is the fire skylark.

Zuo Cizhi said, if the Fire Skylark was still in the Ming Hong Saber, Zhang Faqiu would never have surrendered the Ming Hong Saber so easily.

"Doesn't that mean that the Ming Hong Saber is useless?" Li Changkun thought to himself, it's a pity that such a divine object has no soul.

"You can't say that!" Zuo Ci shook his head and said: "This is an ancient sacred object. Even without the soul of the sword, it is still incomparable. It is not comparable to ordinary magic weapons."

Having said this, Zuo Ci sighed, and looked at Ming Hong Dao very regretfully. Zhang Faqiu saw Zuo Ci like this, and felt that he should wait a while, and then tell Zuo Ci about the Kyushu Divine Cauldron, otherwise, Zuo Ci 100% wanted to tell himself, put his corpse nightmare aside, ignore it, and go and settle the matter of the Kyushu Divine Cauldron first.

"That's all right, old god, let's solve my problem now." Zhang Faqiu put away Ming Hong Dao.

"Where were those people last night? Take me to find them now. It shouldn't take long before you can find them." Zuo Ci said, glanced at the carrion, then turned to look at Li Mojin: "You Stay in the house and watch, don’t go anywhere else, this thing might hurt people.”

"Then what!" Li Mojin laughed dryly: "Old man, why don't I get some firewood for him to burn!"

"Yes!" Zuo Ci said seriously, "If you want Zhang to die quickly, go and burn him now!"

"No way!" Li Mojin said in surprise, "If this thing is destroyed, Brother Zhang's life will still be in danger?"

"Hey!" Zuo Ci chuckled, like an old fox: "Didn't I just say that this thing is called Corpse Nightmare, it came out of a dream, and it has a very special connection with Zhang Faqiu. He was burned, and his bones were turned into ashes, but tomorrow this thing will appear again, otherwise, why is it called a nightmare?"

"Then can you not be tricky?" Zhang Faqiu couldn't stand it. After the old magician came back, he seemed to like to show off more and more.

Zuo Ci said: "Don't hurt this thing, the more you hurt it, the more damage Zhang Faqiu will suffer, but this thing is very fierce, so it's most inappropriate to leave you to control it."

"Don't, look at my small body, how can I stand up to this torment!" Li Mojin gave full play to his shameless "excellent quality".

"No, it can't be you!" Zuo Ci said seriously: "Although Zhang Faqiu's fate cannot be seen, I can feel that your fate is very similar to Zhang Faqiu's, as if from... the same Same place!"

Zuo Ci's words immediately caused Zhang Faqiu and Li Mojin to be in a state of mind. As expected of the masters in Taoism, they can even see this.

"And this nightmare itself is attached to Zhang Faqiu. Your fate is similar. As long as you stay here, the nightmare will not move around. Otherwise, if the two of you leave together, it will be a big deal."

"Then... let's do it!" Zhang Faqiu was extremely reluctant, grabbed Zuo Ci after receiving the supplies, and said in a mournful voice: "Old Immortal, you can't just ignore death, I only have a brother like Zhang! "

Zuo Ci shook off his arm: "Put it away, don't make it look like a woman, don't worry, I will go out for a walk, and this matter will definitely be resolved."

Zuo Ci walked out with his hands behind his back, Zhang Biao looked at Li Mojin's embarrassed face, smiled, and walked away.

Li Changkun patted Li Mojin on the shoulder: "Come on, Brother Li, you are here to slowly appreciate the art of rotting corpses!"

"Fart!" Li Mojin took a mouthful: "Don't talk like me!"

"Isn't it influenced by you?" Li Changkun smiled wryly, "I didn't learn much from the good things, but I learned a lot from the bad things!"

Li Mojin gritted his teeth: "What did you say?"

"Nothing!" Li Changkun raised his hand: "Since following Brother Li, we have no worries about food and clothing. We learn new knowledge every day, learn new theories every day, and improve every day. Literary talent (Zhang Biaozi literary talent) ,How do you say that?"

Zhang Biao on the side immediately said: "Follow Brother Li, go up every day!"

"Yes!" Li Changkun stomped his feet proudly: "That's what I said! Brother Li, just wait here for our good news!"

"Get out, I want to have a big meal here!" Li Mojin snorted, not to be outdone.

"The taste is not clear!" Originally, it was very enjoyable to watch a few people grind their mouths, but Zhang Faqiu couldn't help adding in: "Is there something with a stronger taste? What is it? Maoxuewang! "

"Ouch!" Li Mojin retched, jumped onto the grand teacher's chair, and looked at everyone with a look of lovelessness: "Sooner or later, I will be squeezed dry by you!"

"That's right!" Zhang Faqiu said with interest, "It's as if you are that little daughter-in-law, we take turns to love you!"

Zuo Ci stroked his gray beard and pointed at the rotting corpse: "Go or not? If not, I'll go and collect the demons. You guys are just talking!"

"Take the demon?" Zhang Faqiu immediately became alert, and it was probably Bai Suzhen who was talking about it.

Zuo Ci nodded: "That's right! From the outside, your Bieyuan looks like a haunted house. Did you find a dead body in the lotus pond in your backyard?"

"God!" Zhang Faqiu laughed.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Zhang Faqiu said, "Just say it."

(End of this chapter)