Urban Hidden Dragon

Chapter 1022: The dead are resurrected and all races are suppressed

Ma Baojia stamped his feet and continued to bang the gong and dings.

Ten minutes of work.

The entire Tianpengque people were attracted.

Among them, the people from the Presbyterian Church and even the few village chiefs who had stayed behind came out.

"Ma Baojia! Why are you so crazy so early in the morning!"

An old man with white hair and beard yelled angrily.

Ma Baojia covered the gong with his hand to silence the sound.

"Elder Yang, this morning, when I went fishing, I fished out a stone tablet from the bottom of the river that was left by our Tianpengque ancestor!"

Elder Yang glanced at Ma Bao's house, "Isn't it just a stone tablet? Our Tianpeng Que has been passed down for thousands of years. There are a lot of miscellaneous things at the bottom of the river. What's the fuss about pulling out a stone tablet!"

"That's not it! That stone tablet is different from the things fished out from the bottom of the river before! What should I tell you! That stone tablet predicts the death of the high priest! It...it..."

It's scary to smell it.

"Are you sure?" It was not Elder Yang who spoke this time, but Yang Huhuan from Yangjiacun.

Ma Baojia nodded, "It's absolutely true! Oops! I don't know how to describe it to you! Just follow me and have a look!"

Several village chiefs and a group of people from the Presbyterian Church followed Ma Bao's family towards the place where the stone tablet was found.

People from all villages also walked towards that place.

After arriving at the place.

Then he saw Ma Weiguo pouting, holding a small stone piece to hang on the green moss on the stone tablet, and read the words below.

Elder Yang stepped forward quickly and kicked Ma Weiguo.

"What are you scratching? Get out of the way!"

Ma Weiguo turned around and wanted to greet the other party's ancestors. When he turned around, he realized that they were from the same ancestor, so he held back in the end.

He covered his butt and chuckled, "Elder Yang, take a look, this thing has writing and drawings on it."

Elder Yang squatted down and saw a few words engraved on the stone tablet.

“The priest dies and buries the plow in the mud!

The dead are brought back to life, and all races are subdued! "

Several people frowned, looking at me and you.

"Ma Baojia, could it be that the two of you made this thing to attract attention?"

Ma Baojia patted his chest and said, "Elder Yang, am I that kind of person? This thing is definitely what I saw when I was fishing. Look over there, the fish I caught is still there!"

Elder Yang looked at Yang Huhuan, "Huhuan, come here and see if this thing was made recently!"

Ma Baojia swallowed, and the nervousness flashed in his eyes.

Yang Huhuan stepped forward to check the stone tablet and observed it for a long time.

"This thing doesn't look like it was made recently. The stone tablet is indeed from a long time ago, almost a thousand years ago!"

Ma Baojia and Ma Weiguo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I sighed in my heart that Wang Han's counterfeiting skills were really strong.

Everyone frowned.

"What does it mean?"

All the hot faces looked at each other, "It should be the literal meaning, the priest died and was buried in the mud plow. Doesn't it mean that our high priest left and was buried directly in the mud plow stream? In the past thousand years, the high priests who were buried in the mud plow stream There is only our high priest!"

Yang Huhuan frowned, "What does the last sentence mean?"

"The dead are resurrected to control all tribes? Could it be that the high priest has been resurrected from the dead?"

Several people stared with wide eyes.

The bald Gou Pengxing said, "How can anyone come back from the dead!"

When I say this, I don't know why, but I always feel a little uneasy in my heart.

"Look at the painting on this!"

Everyone looked at the simple drawings depicted above.

The painting method is very abstract, but it is exactly the same as the paintings left by Tian Pengque from ancient times.

The first painting shows two people, one fat and one thin, entering Tianpengque and fighting.

"Aren't these the two lunatics?" Yang Huhuan pointed to the two abstract figures in the picture.

Several people then looked down and saw a woman and a man entering Tianpeng Que.

"What does it mean?"

When everyone was puzzled, someone said, "Could this mean that the daughter of Lao Ma's family brought an outsider in?"

After everyone thought about it carefully, it seems to be true.

"This this..."

"Huh? Why haven't you seen that foreigner in the past two days? Have you gone back?" Yang Huhuan asked.

Someone said, "I heard that it was to save the girl from the Ma family that she fell into the mud plow! Didn't Minghui know that?"

Gou Minghui took a look and said, "Yes, sister Sitong fell into the water yesterday. When the stranger went to rescue people, he was washed into the mud plow stream by the flood and should be dead now!"

"What do you mean you should be dead? If you fall into that place, you must be dead! Needless to say! This foreigner's idea is too small! It's not good to die anywhere, you have to go to the Mud Plow Stream!"

"Where's that girl from the Ma family?"

Old Liu, who also came to watch the excitement, took off the cigarette from his ear and said, "The young man from the foreign country is dead. The girl from the Ma family passed out. When she woke up, she was in a daze and shouted to go to the mud." I went to Lijian to find someone, and I prescribed some medicine before I fell asleep."

"Going to look for someone in the Mud Plow Stream? Fortunately, this girl can think of it! Is it possible to survive in that place? Besides, that place is the habitat of the ancestors, so we don't have to worry about disturbing the ancestors! I'm really reading stupid books! I respect the ancestors. I don’t know anymore!” Yang Huhuan snorted coldly.

While talking, everyone went on to look at another simple painting. In the picture, the high priest died and was buried in the Mud Plow Stream. There was a soul ship before the high priest that also entered the Mud Plow Stream.

Everyone was shocked to find that everyone had been predicted, including the high priest and the sugar granny.

Behind it is another painting.

Everyone frowned.

in the screen.

A bald man led a few people and drove the stranger into the mud plow. The girl who brought the stranger in was lying on the soul boat.

The moment he saw this painting, Gou Peng was so excited that his balls went numb.

"This..."

Yang Huhuan, who was standing at the front looking at the painting, turned his head to look at the others and glanced at Gou Pengxing's face.

Gou Pengxing looked around, "Why are you looking at me? Is such a low-class thing worthy of me? It's a joke! Besides, why should I hit him? You guys, a painting has made you like this ?”

"I didn't say it was you! Why are you so anxious about Village Chief Gou?"

Yang Huhuan laughed.

Gou Pengxing lit up the old cigarette, "Fart! The most obvious bald person in the room is me! If you don't mean that, who else can I be? Damn it, am I willing to be bald?"

The others smiled.

Then he looked at the last painting.

Everyone's expressions gradually solidified.

Then I saw the foreigner who had been driven into the mud plow by his bald head came out of the mud plow.

The eyes were also specially drawn for close-ups.

It's a pair of vertical pupils.

The entire Tianpengque people worshiped the foreigner!

In the mud plow stream, there is a vague shadow entrenched on the bronze tree, standing behind the stranger.

After seeing this painting, I combined it with the prophecy that the dead will be resurrected and all races will be suppressed.

Gou Pengxing raised his eggs again in surprise.

His eyes straightened.

The ominous premonition in my heart became even worse.