How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

Just when a ghostly sound suddenly sounded in the left side hall, the female corpse lying in the coffin suddenly sat up.

This scared everyone to death!

alive?

Do not!

impossible!

How could a female corpse that had been dead for nearly four hundred years be resurrected?

But how did she sit up, and where did this strange sound that filled the palace come from.

"There are rice dumplings!"

Hu Jiuer's reaction was not slow at critical moments.

The moment he saw the female corpse sitting up, he immediately took out the black donkey's hoof that he had prepared long ago and was about to stuff it into the other person's mouth.

"do not want!"

Yang Zhao, however, had quick eyesight and quick hands, and waved his hand to stop his cousin.

"Jiu'er, don't panic! No... no fake corpse..."

Yang Zhao was about to explain something in a deep voice.

"You still said no!"

One of Chen Wentian's subordinates couldn't bear it anymore.

This person's name is A Yue. He is one of Chen Wentian's best confidants and a member of the Xiling Clan. He has been following his eldest brother for many years.

Seeing that Yang Zhao wanted to stop him, he couldn't help but yell angrily.

"People light candles, ghosts blow out lamps! This thing is sitting up, it's not a corpse trick!"

"If the guy named Yang doesn't take action, is he really going to kill all of us?"

A Yue was already in a state of high mental stress, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

He directly took out his pistol and pulled the trigger at the female corpse sitting up in the coffin.

"Kang!"

The dull sound of gunfire rang out in the dim hall.

The bullet accurately hit the female corpse in the middle of the neck.

A Yue wanted to hit the other person on the forehead, but his cold eyes looking at her finally turned away.

The female corpse is indeed not invulnerable to weapons and weapons, no matter how powerful it is, it is just a mortal body.

The bullet went straight in with a pop, flew out from the back of the neck, and bounced on the wall behind him with a crisp sound.

"What are you doing!"

"Chen Wentian, tell all your men to stop, what are you going to do!"

Yang Zhao was really angry, and he suddenly took out his pistol and aimed it at A Yue.

"Brother, if you dare to fire another shot, I guarantee you will get another bullet between your eyebrows!"

A Yue's heart trembled when Yang Zhao's cold gun was aimed at him, and he hesitated and couldn't speak anymore.

He is not stupid, and he knows that the shooting skills of the Bishan lineage are as superb as his body skills.

It is said that the leader of the mountain-moving partridge sentry in those days could hit a date core fifty meters away with one shot without using a scope.

If Yang Zhao had shot him in the head, there would be no chance of him surviving.

He lowered the gun in his hand and looked at his elder brother Chen Wentian.

Chen Wentian glanced at Yang Zhao and snorted.

"Yang Zhao! What's going on? You won't be beaten, and you won't be killed. What are you going to do?"

"Could it be that this female corpse is your wife?"

"And where does this ghostly sound come from?"

As Chen Wentian spoke, the ghostly voice continued, making babbling sounds.

After everyone panicked for a while, they were not very scared.

After all, more than a minute passed, and apart from Gui Yin and the female corpse sitting up, there were no other changes in the side hall.

This is nothing compared to the ferocity of the Nine Death Jingling Armor.

But now things have changed.

It is not known whether the female corpse was hit in the throat or because she was frightened.

The ghost voice gradually became hoarse and unusual, and even mixed with some inexplicable things.

It seemed like people were whispering, and it seemed like some kind of animal was neighing in pain.

When she was hit in the throat, no blood flowed out, but a thick yellow-brown liquid continued to flow out.

The liquid fell down the slender neck of the female corpse, stained the bright red official robe, and gave off an indescribable aroma?

Why do I smell a fragrance!

People took a few steps back again and stared blankly.

"Ask the gods to descend upon you!"

Seeing that no one was hurting the female corpse anymore, Yang Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and put down his pistol.

"Why are you panicking? This is the Guanshan lineage's method of inviting gods to descend upon you!"

Everyone was stunned, and their eyes became confused and complicated.

After all, the Guanshan Taibao lineage is really weird, and there is almost no one familiar with them among the four gates of Daandou.

The Guanshan sect was only popular for hundreds of years in the Ming Dynasty, and the other sects were almost extinct.

With the fall of the Ming Dynasty, there is no news about them in the world.

Therefore, I have no idea about this method of inviting gods to descend.

Yang Zhao frowned and said: "This is similar to the Northeastern dance master and Hainan's invitation to the master."

"The Guanshan lineage also raised five immortals including Hu, Huang, Bai, Liu, and Hui."

"After raising them to be quite spiritual, they can attach themselves to corpses, open coffins to retrieve treasures, and even open the door to tombs!"

"Control paper, control insects, and control the Five Immortals. Don't you all know the three controls of mountain viewing?"

Ok?

Everyone looked at each other, really not knowing.

But they know the theory of inviting gods from the Northeast.

Hu, yellow, white, willow and gray represent five animals respectively: fox, yellow skin, hedgehog, snake and mouse.

These five animals like to burrow in the ground all year round, and gradually acquire psychic powers after being contaminated with Yin energy.

In the Northeast, there are people who specialize in inviting gods to come to the body. They can be called shamans, horse immortals, and family-protecting immortals.

After inviting the five great immortals to visit you, you can predict what will happen before and after you.

Even now, many Northeastern families still enshrine the spiritual tablets of Mrs. Hu and Mrs. Hu.

Can……

A female corpse that had been dead for four hundred years could still use the art of inviting gods to descend into immortality?

This is simply unheard of!

"Yang Zhao, how do you know?"

Chen Wentian was quite disbelieving and wanted to take a few steps towards the female corpse, but finally stopped cautiously and stared at the female corpse.

But after the female corpse was shot, the sound it made became weaker and weaker, almost indistinguishable.

It creaked, as if there was no battery inside the body, making a noisy sound.

Yang Zhao was too lazy to talk to Chen Wentian, but frowned and knelt down, waved his hand to keep everyone quiet, took out a marker, and started writing on the ground.

While listening to the female body sobbing, he wrote a long line of words.

"Cousin, can you understand what she is saying?"

Hu Jiuer came over curiously and looked at the writing on the ground.

Yang Zhao had finished writing at this moment and stood up with a sigh of relief.

Because when he dropped the pen, the sound inside the female body had almost disappeared, leaving only a slight abnormal sound, as if something was squirming in her abdomen.

"That's right! Jiu'er, I can understand it. Not only me, but you can also understand it exactly."

"I?"

Yang Zhao nodded: "Jiu'er, you haven't noticed that the voice coming from the belly of this female corpse is similar to the voices of many Fujian people we met in San Francisco."

"Minnan Language?"

Hu Jiuer exclaimed, and when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that this was really the case.

Just carefully distinguish the ghost sound just now, and you can really hear some pronunciation characteristics of Hokkien.

In San Francisco, where the two live, many overseas Chinese are fellow Fujianese.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Hu Jiuer grew up listening to Hokkien.

"Yang Zhao, what do you mean is that this female corpse is from Fujian and she just spoke Hokkien?"

This made Chen Wentian a little confused.

A female official who was a first-class palace official in the Ming Dynasty pretended to be dead and spoke Hokkien four hundred years later. This is too nonsense.

After Yang Zhao recorded the key information, he had time to tilt his head and look at Chen Wentian.

"Who told you that she is from Fujian?"

"Lu Lingxuan, her ancestral home is Xiangfu County, Henan, now Kaifeng, Henan. She is from the same hometown as Queen Zhang Yanai of Tianqi. She speaks an authentic ancient Heluo dialect."

"The Heluo dialect spread to Fujian and Southeast Asia with the migration of Han people to the south several times, and it was the predecessor of Hokkien."

"Heluo dialect?"

Chen Wentian became more and more puzzled.

Because until now, whether the female corpse speaks Hokkien or Heluo dialect, she even speaks a bunch of English and French.

Chen Wentian only cared about how a corpse that had been dead for hundreds of years could speak.

"Huh...it's still something in her stomach that's causing trouble..."

Yang Zhao saw everyone's confusion, including Chen Wentian, and sighed.

"It seems that after Lu Lingxuan's death, the Guanshan Taibao of Deling designed her not only to infuse her whole body with secret medicine to ensure that her body would not rot, but also placed something from one of the five immortal families in her belly to sleep."

"We opened the coffin, and the female corpse breathed in the oxygen and the yang energy from our bodies. The things in her belly gradually awakened, and she used the female corpse's mouth to tell us something."

Tell us something?

"whats the matter?"

Everyone hurriedly asked, but Yang Zhao did not explain, but pointed to the ground.

Everyone looked at each other and came closer.

But I saw a few lines of big characters written by Yang Zhao just now on the ground.

"Master Guanshan's wife was buried and hidden"

"Nandou Tomb Chamber, illuminate the wall to descend to the immortal."

"When the candle corpse is turned off and the lamp is turned off, the mystery will be revealed."

"Things from the heavens cannot be approached by humans and ghosts..."