dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Mo Wang Jin Fugui did not dare to answer this kind of question.

At any time, the way of survival of the little people is to stay away from right and wrong, and not to participate in the affairs of the big people unless it is absolutely necessary.

There has been a cause of death throughout the ages called "You know too much..."

It was rare for Chen Daji to be smart, and he could see that Jin Fugui was afraid.

In order to satisfy my curiosity, I can only speak comforting words.

"Fugui, don't worry about it, we have an old relationship with the third uncle!"

"Every time we go hunting in the mountains, if we can't hold it back, we'll find a corner and squat side by side, shitting and smoking!"

Hearing these royal family secrets, Mo Wang Jin Fugui trembled from fear.

I can't wait to transform into a human form immediately, and reach out to cover my ears.

"Stop! Master Chen, stop talking!"

"The little beast didn't hear anything just now, really didn't hear anything!"

The more Jin Fugui was like this, the more Chen Daji couldn't restrain his restless heart.

"Fugui, just tell me, why do you guys get so scared when you mention third uncle..."

Seeing the other party's inquisition, King Mo knew that if he didn't tell a little bit about the past today, he would not be able to get away with it.

Otherwise, if Mr. Chen tells about the king and other embarrassing things, he will definitely be silenced.

If not, it will implicate the entire ethnic group!

"Actually...it's nothing..."

It is said that in the "Emperor Tribulation" that year, "the pillars of the sky were broken, the earth was cut, the sky was tilted to the northwest, and the earth was not full to the southeast."

The entire land of China is in mourning, and nine out of ten of all species.

In today's words, it is the mass extinction of prehistoric creatures.

The underworld reincarnation at that time was far less healthy than it is now.

What's more, even if the catastrophe is put on now, the underworld is simply too busy:

There are too many dead creatures!

To be precise, there are very few who can survive...

So looking around, there are layers of corpses everywhere: rotten and smelly.

As far as the eye can see, there are evil spirits roaring and unyielding souls crying.

In such a terrifying environment, the few remaining creatures were killed by innocent souls.

However things didn't end there:

After the "Emperor's Tribulation", there was a flood and a plague...

Demons and evil spirits have appeared in troubled times since ancient times, not to mention this kind of disaster at the level of destroying the world!

Many evil gods and demons who dare not show their faces on weekdays, as well as outsiders like Qiong God took the opportunity to make trouble.

As a result, Shenzhou, which was already on the verge of severing life, made things worse:

The only surviving creatures hide in the east and west every day, avoiding gods and ghosts, and living a life is worse than death.

At this most critical moment, the Ancient Emperor led many great supernatural beings and finally made a move.

Among them is the king of the most human line, Emperor Jiang Chu!

He was in charge of the Liangzhu area.

Speaking of this, King Jin Fugui fell into deep memories.

The tone of voice is full of the vicissitudes of the years and a deep sense of powerlessness.

It is said that the sky was scorching hot that day, and the stench of dead bodies rose to the sky.

Just as the Liangzhu dead were chasing and killing living creatures and venting their grievances, two chariots pulled by giant blue dragons rushed from the sky.

Wearing imperial robes on the chariot, looking down on the world is none other than the Supreme King Jiang Chudi.

He didn't speak, and raised his hand like a knife.

Split the ten-thousand-ren high tomb mountain, and made two huge stone gates, sealing the corpse mountain and the entire Mo clan inside.

And use these two stone gates to isolate all the dead in Liangzhu in the underground palace.

As the belief of the dead at that time, Qiong God, who could survive only by relying on their flesh and blood sacrifices, clamored in vain to resist.

But Emperor Jiang Chu didn't even look at him, and just threw out a punch casually like driving away flies.

After punching, Qiongshen was instantly shattered, and before he even had time to say a last word, he just turned into fine sand and dissipated in front of everyone with the wind.

The aftermath of this attack created a deep gully on the land of Liangzhu, forming the current Qiantang River Basin...

Now talking about the scene back then, Mo Wang Jin Fugui still had a look of fear on his face.

Chen Daji was astonished, and then poohed and sneered.

"Nonsense! You must have admitted the wrong person!"

"Our third uncle was seriously ill a few years ago. Although he is getting better now, his body is still not good."

"I can't poop in the toilet for a long time, and I can't even poop with one hand... It's hard to chop firewood!"