[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

The atmosphere became tense in an instant. Audio-Technica set up a defensive formation back to back on the arena. After a pause, the zongzi on the street rushed towards the arena. The iron and stone tools commonly used in daily life became their hands at this time. in the weapon.Looking around, the streets visible in the field of vision are full of zongzi walking stiffly step by step, gathering more and more at a visible speed, and finally converging on the right road, turning into a dense black mass.

I was so nervous that my Adam's apple was rolling up and down, holding my military thorn tightly, and my right shoulder unconsciously leaned against the oil bottle. The muzzle of the strip rifle protruded from the gap between our heads, and it was used as a key unit for long-range attack. People with cold weapons are protected in the middle.

To my surprise, Bingshan didn't sensibly escape alone to find a rescuer, but raised his shoulders and let the eagle go. He turned himself onto the ring, walked to Pokerfing's side, and joined the protective formation.

For a moment, except for the "rustling" footsteps of Zongmin's movement, the surrounding was very quiet, only the "bride" who was abandoned by the ring fell to the ground and covered her face, crying sobbingly. .

Poker-Face secretly made a gesture, telling us to take advantage of the opportunity of the zongzi climbing up the ring, to choose a path, and if we get separated, we will go back to the camp outside the city to gather.

I just wanted to nod, but at this moment, I suddenly heard a long and solemn sound of horns and drums coming from behind. We have not explored that area, so we have no way of knowing what it is, but although the sound is deep and majestic, But it spread farther and farther, and it lingered over the entire ghost city.

I couldn't help being distracted, and looked back to see what was going on, but the people around me, including Poker Ping and Bingshan, didn't seem to have heard the voice just now, and no one had a strange look on their faces.

Illusion, the problem is me.

I felt a chill in my heart, knowing that this was still related to the dirty tricks outside, but I didn't expect the sequelae to affect my judgment until now. I hope that after this hidden danger, I won't let me lose the chain and cause trouble for the team members.

Only Poker Ping in the team noticed that I was looking behind me out of the corner of my eye, and said in a low voice, "What's wrong."

I tilted my head slightly close to his ear:

"I heard the horn."

Poker-Face frowned, turned his head to face me, and shook his head gently, indicating that he didn't hear me.

Although the expression on his face was not obvious, I also understood that he was worried about my situation, so I hurriedly said: "It's that kind of voice that represents an attack during the march, and it doesn't sound very real..." Speaking of this, I put my Averting his eyes from Poker Face's face, he continued, "I have my own measure, it's fine."

Poker-Face let out a muffled "Hmm", but still took a step forward, and his whole body acted as a shield to protect the blind spot in my vision.Seeing his small movements clearly from the corner of my eye, I couldn't help but twitched the corners of my mouth, staring closely at the zongzi who were pushing and shoving around me.

I thought it would be an all-or-nothing battle, but for some reason, the low and majestic horn sound suddenly disappeared without warning!

I was startled, knowing that something had changed, and just wanted to sound a warning, but saw the dark crowd of "brown people" in the audience stop the horn for a moment, as if someone had pressed a switch, and could no longer speak. any sound.The scene changed from extremely chaotic to audible.

The fat man glanced at Poker Fing in surprise, but Poker Fing just shook his head, telling him not to act rashly, and then see what tricks the other side is playing, so that he can stop quietly.

After a few minutes of silence, Poker Face suddenly motioned us to look into the distance of the main road.The rice dumpling people there didn't know what they saw, but the crowd gradually dispersed, and they took the initiative to give way to a straight road that was not narrow.The brown people who retreated to both sides knelt down one after another, performing the ancient salute in an orderly manner, and their movements were very cautious and respectful.

Fatty and I looked at each other, we both knew that we were about to see an awesome scene that most people would never see in eight lifetimes, and we knew we couldn’t avoid it, so we just put our arms around our arms and looked into the distance The official sedan chair carried by the eight people slowly stepped forward before the rice dumplings bowed down.

"The ostentation is not small, it's poor." The fat man said disdainfully.

The atmosphere eased, I breathed out lightly, moved my hands and feet casually and said: "It's not a big show. Look at this posture, the 'people' there regard themselves as the emperor of this small city. In ancient times, the emperor was in the city. To travel in the city, at least a dozen or so people would be required to carry the sedan chairs, or even thirty people. So at that time, which royal family did not spend time and energy to raise a group of extremely experienced and physically strong people as the imperial bearers. Inside There are so many rules, you have to shout "get up the sedan chair" when you get up and down the slope, and you have to pat the sedan chair when you go uphill or downhill. Officials can smell it. That’s real corruption. This comparison, at most, is at the level of petty bourgeoisie.”

The fat man let out a "tsk", slapped Tiaozi on the head to wake him up, and said, "Nervous fart, they won't move us now, there must be something to talk about, let's see what to say before we work hard."

When the golden palanquin got closer, I realized that the sedan chair carried by eight people was unexpectedly gorgeous. I don’t know what kind of stone it was made of. The dark lines are all over the golden body, and the light yellow curtains are swaying with the breeze brought forward, which is very magnificent.Being in the same picture as the surrounding gloomy environment, it looks out of place, giving people an unusually unharmonious and strange psychological feeling.

While looking at them, the sedan chair stopped firmly in front of the arena, and two people jumped up from under the stage. They were dressed in earth-gray light armor, and they looked like ancient civil servants.

One of them took a step forward, saluted with both fists, rubbed the dry joints in his throat, and said indifferently in an unusually mechanical voice: "Please, General."

I was sensitively aware that there was a bluntness in his words, as if he had just been trained by someone so that he could barely speak out.And his accent is not right anymore. It is no longer such an obscure Hakka dialect, but it is somewhat similar to the current local dialect in Kaifeng. Even I can understand it easily.

It seems that we are really taken care of by the "righteous master" in the sedan chair.

I thought to myself that there is no way to get along these days, it's okay to have sinister people, even Zongzi is so understanding and hospitable.

But now there are still a few doubts, I really can't figure it out.First, what kind of changes did this group of zongzi go through to become so enlightened?Second, their IQ and emergency response capabilities have been trained so well, coupled with their extremely strong lethality, taking advantage of the dark to go up to the ground to harm living people will definitely cause very large losses.So why do they feel that they have been silent for thousands of years underground, but no one on the ground a hundred meters apart knows their existence?What is restricting them?Thirdly, I heard the "general" just now, but why did they address a person sitting in a sedan chair in such a way?This so-called "righteous master" is a human or a ghost, so where is he holy?Fourth, what does it mean that this "general" wants something from us living people who have no reputation at all?

I glanced at the stern Poker Bottle, and then turned my gaze to the gorgeous Yuyu.Suddenly, I felt that someone was looking at us coldly through the gap in the car curtain.