When I entered the door behind the underground palace, I looked at Song'er and said, "Song'er, do you know the origin of these people?"

Song'er said, "When I was sleeping these two days, Song'er went out and asked around me. Some of the elves here said that they were a group of zombies from ancient times."

"Living zombies?" I looked at Song'er: "What is a living zombies?"

Song'er said: "Living zombies are a very evil magic. In order to make themselves more powerful, some warlocks use some living people to refine zombies. If these zombies are not dead, they cannot be considered zombies, or zombies."

"Is there anything different except not dying?" I asked Song'er again, and Song'er said, "I have seen many ancient tombs. When some people were still alive, they spent money to buy some children of four or five years old, and did not give them food and drink. They used golden needles to seal the acupoints of these people, so that they could eat some characteristic things to survive when they were completely obedient. However, this child must live in a dark and dark and humid place, and they must not see the sun. It was very troublesome at the beginning, and only a few of them survived with a hundred children.

All those who survived lost their memory and would be like puppets, obeying the instructions of their masters. When their master died, they would issue this order to protect their master’s tomb and their coffin.

In this way, even if there are tomb robbers, they will not cause harm to the owner."

When I heard Song'er say that, I said, "It seems that there are not many stolen tomb passages even if they are stolen."

"What I said is that even if it was stolen, it was natural. The more prominent the tomb owner was in his lifetime, the more he had funeral objects, and what followed was his burial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial

Identity symbols sometimes interpret very cruel things.

When they are alive, they have to trample their lives everywhere, burn, kill, plunder, and when they are dead, they have to bring some people to bury them. Such feudal rule has lasted for so many years, and not only a dynasty, but also this nation.

It was blood and tears that made such a nation angry.”

When Song'er spoke, I smiled: "You kid, you are more sentimental than your mother."

"Mom, do you know, what is the farthest distance in the world?" Song'er asked me, I actually didn't know either, but I still thought about it and said, "It's good or evil."

"Why?" Song'er asked me, and I thought about it and said, "One is in the sky and the other is on the earth. This distance is already very far, but the distance between good and evil is contrary to the way. You are facing away from me and I am facing you. You know I am evil, and I also know you are kind, but we cannot face each other face to each other, thinking that our backs to each other, the distance that is only a matter of thought is very far."

Song'er nodded and said, "My mother is right, this distance is very far away."

"Since that's the case, Song'er, do you know who is here?" I asked Song'er, and Song'er said, "The elves said that these zombies were all coffins when they were transported. People here spent a year protecting these zombies and later built an underground palace here, but the other elves didn't know.

I have checked that these zombies are alive now, and they must have been sealed by the people who raised them here. The reason is unclear."

"People are indeed very cruel. This world belongs to everyone, but the cruelty here makes people dare not look at it."

Song'er looked at me: "Mom, aren't they all evil, but also kind."

"There are so many people here, all living things, but these people die just like this, making people not know what to say, but animals will definitely not do such things, and only people will think of so many things. The animals just know that they have enough to nurture offspring, but people want more, and even immortality."

As I walked down, Song'er said to me: "Actually, there are many things that mothers don't need to care about. People are different, and good, evil, beauty and ugliness are also different."

"That's it." I didn't say anything else, and walked downstairs and stopped. Song'er said, "There are a total of 100 coffins here, but we only saw ninety-nine. When we came in before, there were one hundred here. Later, my mother came in when she was dreaming, and there were fewer ones, which meant that we had enough 100 when we first came in, but after we went out, there were only ninety-nine left. The question is where the other one went, did you go out with us?"

I asked Song'er, and Song'er thought for a moment: "Mom, can these coffins only have ninety-nine, but not one hundred?"

Song'er said that we were already standing in the middle of the coffin. I thought about it carefully: "There is a possibility."

"I remember my father said that if you have a perfect requirement, you must be united. Without perfection, there may not be a hundred coffins here."

Song'er said that, I nodded: "Songer, when I came in, I saw it. There were actually zombies here. You said it was a living zombie, but what I saw was a zombie at that time, they were all wearing yellow clothes. They looked prominent and had a good face, but their eyes were dull and there was no turmoil. Do you think this was the same as what my mother saw?"

"If it is a zombie, then it's what my mother saw, otherwise it wouldn't be called a zombie." Song'er said to me that way, and I thought about it: "Then let's open it and see what's inside?"

As I said that, I walked to the coffin and planned to tear open the seal. Song'er said to me: "Mom, you have to hold your breath. As long as we don't breathe, the zombies will not be able to find us. In this way, we can deal with him and it's easier for us to deal with him."

"Okay, whatever Song'er said is what he said." I handed over the push of the coffin to Song'er. Song'er walked over and raised his hand, tore open the seal on it, and then pushed the lid of the coffin.

Just after the lid of the coffin was pushed open, I held my breath and looked inside. At this time, Song'er also held her breath and followed us to look inside the coffin. As a result, there was indeed a living zombie that Song'er mentioned inside.

Zombies have fangs, but not live zombies.

The zombie opened his eyes and looked around. He seemed to be unable to hear us or see us. He could only rely on smell. I saw him sniffing everywhere like a dog. After a while, he sat up from the coffin.

Song'er couldn't help but have something to do, so he blocked me behind me to protect me. The zombie stood up from the coffin and stood up. He took a step and wanted to come out, but after he hit it, he realized for a long time and wanted to jump out. However, Song'er didn't give him this opportunity. He raised his hand and grabbed the coffin lid, followed the coffin lid, and slapped the zombie. The zombie fell into the coffin, bent down and wanted to get up again. As a result, the zombie was pressed down by the coffin board before he could get up. Song'er walked to the front of the coffin, raised his hand and appeared in the palm of his hand, and threw it over. Song'er then hit the coffin with a squirting shot, and then the zombie in the coffin began to shake and was about to come out.

But Song'er quickly climbed down with a slap and hit all the nails in the coffin. Then he saw Song'er take out some talismans in his arms and stick them on the coffin, and the coffin suddenly became quiet.

At this moment, I went to look at Song'er with a puzzled look on my face, and followed me to ask Song'er: "Song'er, what's going on?"

"I brought it from my uncle's house when I came." Song'er said. I have to say that this child is so lucky, but this is OK.

Song'er put the remaining talisman in his arms and said, "It would be great if my father was here."

"Why?" I looked at Song'er, and Song'er said, "Dad can use his torch to burn here, so that the problem can be solved here, but now it seems that it is not possible.

"Your father is not here, so it's too late to wait for him to come."

"So I think of other ways." Song'er looked at it: "I don't know when these things will come out. The talismans on it have obviously faded. My uncle should also know it, why didn't they come?"

Song'er said that to me, and I looked at Song'er for a while and said, "Maybe I think it's meaningless anymore, so I leave it for us to clean up."

Song'er looked at me for a while and turned around. Actually, I knew what Song'er was thinking. Song'er felt that since it was meaningless, it was calculated early. The biggest reason why these coffins were not destroyed should be that the reason was not found out.

Song'er and I talked for a while and walked from the underground palace to the top. When we got up, Song'er and I turned around and looked down. At this time, Song'er and I saw that the coffins began to move, but they were not very moved, so they did not pose any threat. But no matter what, there were more than 90 coffins here, which could not be worrying.

What's more, if there is no problem, it won't be sealed here.

But when it comes to seals, why didn’t I see any seals there?

So I asked Song'er this question, and Song'er said to me: "Actually, this Lanruo Temple is a seal, and every year people come here just do a French show to strengthen the power of Lanruo Temple here."

"I see."

"But this year, the seal can't be sealed anymore, so we came here." Song'er accompanied me out. As we walked, we felt the restlessness under the underground palace began to tremble, so we turned around and went back. We thought something had happened, but when Song'er and I got there, there was a fire under the underground palace, and the coffins were swallowed by the fire. I was stunned and looked down and said, "Fire of Hell?"

"Mom, it's Snake Bao coming out." Song'er said. I hurriedly looked down and reached out to touch her. Snake Bao said inside, "I'm so tired, I'm going to sleep."

After saying that, I went to bed, but I was scared. But at this time, the ghosts and gods were crying and howling under the underground palace. The living corpses burned out from the coffin of the underground palace and twisted in pain. They tried to get up, but when they arrived at the stairs, they couldn't get up. They looked at Song'er and me in a hurry and reached out to us.

I looked at Song'er: "Do they have nothing but smell?"

Song'er replied, and I said helplessly: "They are also pitiful people. The most hateful thing is the person who made them like this and brought them here again."
Chapter completed!