Back Off, Let Me Come Chapter 1078

Chapter 1078 Chapter 1078: Reversal of civil and military affairs (7) [Asking for monthly votes]

 What kind of monster is this?

Even Gong Xiqiu was almost shocked by so many strange faces.

 Is this, is this still a person?

Gong Xiqiu's subtle expression attracted the attention of Chu Yao and others, but the master got the attention of him: "Gong Xiqiu, is it difficult?"

Shen Tang's first reaction when he saw the black bones was to frown, and an indescribable disgust and anxiety emerged in his heart. With the same skeleton, Gong Shuwu has pure death energy, and he will not feel uncomfortable when he is close to him. On the other hand, Hei Gu's death energy is turbid and evil.

The two parties can have an impact on her even if they are so far apart.

Gong Xiqiu's reaction was not as sure as Jimo Qiu.

 She prepared for the worst.

If Jimo Qiuzhen was not Heigu's opponent, he would have to intervene at the right time to save the person, and he would not let the only high priest of the Gongxi clan stand in front of the battle. At this moment, Shen Tang was glad that he had mastered the art of "transfer flowers and trees".

 It can also come in handy at critical moments.

Gong Xiqiu said truthfully: "This man has a face all over his body."

Hearing this, Shen Tang raised his eyes in shock and looked at Hei Gu. The latter was tightly wrapped in jet-black armor, with only the holes under the visor showing all over his body. What kind of face do you have? Still full of face? Gong Xiqiu has always disdained lying, and would not play around at this juncture. This can only mean that he saw something that ordinary people cannot see: "Face? How many? Can you tell me in detail what those faces look like?"

Gong Xiqiu did a rough count.

　　“One hundred and ten human faces, with all kinds of faces.”

 He briefly described the features of these faces.

Nearly half of them have black hair and black eyes. The rest of them have skin color from light to dark, hair from short to long, and curly, and eye colors ranging from blue, green, black, and brown. They are more common in Beizhou and Wuzhou. To be precise, they are mostly found on the borders of the Four Corners Continent.

If the entire continent is regarded as a square area, and the countries occupy the most livable circular part, the remaining corners are Beizhou and Wuzhou. He has traveled north and south over the years and visited many places, and found that most of these people are concentrated in these areas.

  What kind of collecting habit does Black Bone have?

 Otherwise, how come the faces on the body are so complete?

Gong Xiqiu did not forget to mention an important point: "I don't know if these human faces have their own consciousness, or if they are controlled by the same body. They have obvious hatred towards the elder brother."

 The people of the past planted trees for the shade of the people of the future.

They are brothers. They will encounter the hatred accumulated by their ancestors wherever they go. How could they survive so long if they were not strong?

Gong Xiqiu's doubts were quickly cleared.

Black Bone Ting Jimo Qiu admitted that he was from the Gongxi clan, and he was unusual in killing without raising a knife. He just smiled sinisterly and could not tell whether he was a boy or a girl. Two clusters of dark flames in the eye sockets jumped twice.

Under Jimo Qiu's vigilant gaze, he raised his finger and pointed to his chest, where there was a sleeping face with closed eyes.

This face is squeezed by seven or eight nearby faces, and its original appearance cannot be seen. It can only be vaguely judged that it is a woman's face from the lower jaw.

"My surname was Wei when I was alive. I had a single name for a city and a courtesy name for Yucheng." Heigu also reported his family name and changed the topic, "Since your surname is Jimo and you are a member of the Gongxi clan, you should be the high priest of this generation. Are you there? Do you recognize this face?"

Wei Cheng knew that the high priest could see these faces.

 “I don't recognize it.”

Jimo Qiu replied calmly.

"Don't recognize her? Hahaha, High Priest, how can you not recognize her?" Wei Cheng laughed again. The overlapping of hundreds of male and female voices made people's hair stand on end. What was even more terrifying was what he said, "She said Maybe it's one of your ancestors.”

Jimo Qiu's eyes fell on that face. Due to the restriction of his divine power, he could only see the existence of these faces. He could not see what caused this situation, let alone the situation of the owners of these faces. He chose to ask the person involved directly.

 “Ancestor, what happened to her?”

 “Nature is atonement.”

"What sin requires such atonement?"

 “Fool.”

Wei Cheng opened his five fingers wide, and endless black mist spewed out from his palm, condensing into a pitch-black bone hammer. The long handle is engraved with countless skulls and ghost faces, and the front end is a melon-shaped hammer head covered with obtuse thorns. It's so delicate, but it doesn't match Wei Cheng's body type.

The moment Gong Xiqiu saw the Guduo Hammer, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. He had always had a bad memory and immediately remembered where he had seen this thing. He yelled and wanted to go out, but Shen Tang quickly caught him with quick eyes and hands: "Gong Xichou, now is not the time."

“That thing—” Gong Xiqiu tried hard to calm down his restless mood, pointed at the bone and hammered it, “it's the high priest's token!”

That's not a Guduo hammer at all!

 It is the wooden staff of a certain high priest!

 He had seen it on the wall of the secret room where the longevity lamp was enshrined!

Under normal circumstances, after the death of the high priest, the wooden staff will also be burned and ascended to heaven as a burial object. It will not be left behind, let alone appear in the hands of foreigners. Shen Tang is clear about this: "But that's not the Guduo hammer? Are you really not admitting your mistake?"

  “You won't admit your mistake.”

Just because he was holding Jimo Qiu's wooden staff at the moment, he could clearly see that the "Gu Duo Hammer" in Wei Cheng's hand was not only lingering with the dirty and evil aura of death, but also entangled with the unique divine power of the high priest! These divine powers are ironclad proof! What on earth did this guy in Weicheng do?

Gong Xiqiu shuddered when he thought of what Wei Cheng said, and was filled with extreme anger and humiliation.

Jimo Qiu's attention was also attracted by the Guduo Hammer.

 “Did your ancestors fool you?”

This question is a bit redundant.

Which of the old men in Wu Kingdom has not been fooled?

 Jimo Qiu asked this question knowingly.

Wei Cheng sneered: "Are you just fooling me? Hehe, you might as well go into my belly and ask her yourself about this question."

These words may seem ordinary, but they reveal an important piece of information.

 “You mean, you ate your ancestors too?”

Wei Cheng seemed to have heard some interesting question, his laughter became more and more shrill, and he finally stopped. He followed the rear master and sighed: "Uncle, we old bones have really been away from the world for too many years, and now young people will actually ask me this Such a question. Don't you know what I've done before?”

 His strength during his lifetime was not outstanding.

At that time, the Thief Star had not yet come into the world, and people in the world had little understanding of the cultivation of literature, mind, and martial arts. The wars between warlords in various places were still conducted in the most primitive way of confrontation with cold weapons. In order to protect his hometown from being slaughtered, he, his uncle and a group of clan members also went to the battlefield.

That war was really tragic.

It was so brutal that he ran out of ammunition and food, so brutal that he used the enemy corpses and even the corpses of Pao Ze as food to satisfy his hunger. Even he himself was seriously injured and briefly came to his senses, begging his uncle to give him a knife: "Ah, uncle, give me the best piece of meat." You keep it. If you survive, a hundred years later, don't forget to tell your nephew how that piece of meat is different from other people's meat. 】

 His experience was probably the first of its kind.

　　When he regained consciousness, he sat up suddenly, turned his head and saw his own flesh and blood organs rolling in the pot, and the others were scared to death. He only touched his empty belly, leaned close to the clay pot, sniffed it for a while, and buried his head in it.

  【It tastes sour and not delicious. 】

They won that battle in the end.

 In every battle he fought from then on, he would make meat from the corpses of enemy soldiers and captured enemy soldiers. Only in this way could his soul gain temporary peace. The First Master felt that his behavior was too cruel and cruel, and he admitted that if he went out to fight without these specially prepared meats, his soul would suffer the pain of being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts. The location of severe pain coincides with the location of dismemberment before death. The First Lord could only take one step back.

 Let him harm the corpses of enemy soldiers who have fallen in battle.

　　【Keep the living ones, you can chop melons and vegetables and kill them in the blink of an eye. It will take ten or twenty years for their parents to raise them. The future prosperity of the Wu Kingdom needs living people. I heard from your uncle that you still have dried meat from the butcher shop from sixty or seventy years ago in your inventory. 】

 Wei Cheng also gave gifts of dried meat of different years to his colleagues.

Especially when a colleague celebrates his or her birthday, gifts of the same year will be given as gifts.

Wu Guo is unique in its own right!

 His name could stop children from crying at night.

 Nowadays, times have changed, and it is really ridiculous and lamentable that an ignorant child would ask him such a question: "I not only ate your ancestors, but every face you see now is food."

Wei Cheng commented on the taste of the ingredients with a sly smile.

Most of the meat of the people he ate was sour, smelly, and woody. Eating them was almost like chewing wood, which was rotten wood covered with moss. His uncle didn't like him eating it raw, so he could only cook the ingredients, which smelled like boiled gold juice.

Wei Cheng died with only a set of bones left, and naturally did not have the digestive organs of a living person, so the food he ate would not be digested, but would only turn into soul nourishment and become entangled with him. His "belly" is the Colosseum, and the souls of these ingredients will be trapped by him forever, feeling the torment of immortality with him.

 Hundreds of ingredients also contain something special.

That is the owner of the face on his chest.

The culprit who deceived him and trapped him in one place!

Her meat is very refreshing, with a woody fragrance. It is the most satisfying food that Wei Cheng has found. Her soul, which has been in pain for more than a hundred years after her death, has also been comforted. Unfortunately, we haven't seen each other since. After all these years, it still misses him deeply.

As he spoke, he stared at Jimo Qiu with two clusters of black flames in his eyes, as if staring at prey, and his tone seemed to be afterthought: "You are also the high priest of the Gongxi clan. The texture of the meat should be similar to hers, right?"

 How could Gong Xiqiu hold back after hearing this?

In my impulse, I forgot that I was no longer a brave warrior, but a literary scholar with a strong sense of force. He didn't remember it, but someone always remembered it - Jimo Qiu's target was not Weicheng.

 Gong Xiqiu had a pair of red shackles on his shoulders.

The iron chains at both ends of the shackles are connected to the ground.

 Gong Xiqiu: “…”

 He was immediately dumbfounded, the shackles could weigh a hundred catties!

Jimo Qiu said gently: "A Nian, don't cause trouble."

After beating his brother severely, Jimo Qiu turned to Wei Cheng and said, "I have never eaten my own meat, and I don't know how it tastes. As long as you have the ability, please help yourself."

"As expected of a member of the Gongxi clan, he is indeed stubborn."

 At this point in the negotiations, there is nothing to continue talking about.

 A sharp whistle pierced the sky.

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  Densely packed bones burst out of the ground, forming the skeleton of a war horse in less than a breath. As the last bone returned to its place, the war horse raised its neck and neighed. Four flames spread rapidly upward from under the horse's hooves, and wherever the flames passed, they turned into hideous horse armor. This war horse is twice as big as the war horses of ordinary brave warriors. When the horse's hoof kicks, a black afterimage is left in the air, and majestic waves of energy rush in all directions.

 Approaching Jimo Qiumian Gate in an instant.

Horse hoofs are raised high, trying to trample him into a pulp.

　　With a mighty force, it fell down hard.

Jimo Qiu resisted with his spear.

The two collided, and the gun body showed an obvious concave arc under the huge pressure, and an inconspicuous breaking sound was made in the middle.

 A black flame ignited on the horse's back.

Wei Cheng emerged from the flames, his arms raised high, and all his strength concentrated on the bone hammer in his hand, aiming for Jimo Qiu's head. Although the hammer head of the Guduo Hammer is very small and does not look lethal, this small gadget can easily break through the armor of brave warriors and has the magical effect of breaking through the face of a brave warrior. If Jimo Qiu received this blow from the front, even if his helmet was still intact, the Tianling Cap under the helmet would be smashed to pieces.

Jimo Qiu borrowed his skill to pull away and retreated violently.

As he pulled away, the horse's hooves suddenly lost their target. When they hit the ground, dust rose high. The ground beneath their feet cracked, and cracks spread in all directions like spider webs. The war horse's kick made a two to three foot depression. At the same time, the Guduo Hammer also failed.

Jimo Qiu raised his hand and made a move.

The broken spear under the horse's hoof turned into martial energy and flew toward his palm.

 “Haha, you are better at fighting than your ancestor.”

Wei Cheng's words were full of contempt and jest.

Not only does he have no sense of urgency, but he is like a hunter who is sure of winning, and he is very interested in admiring the embarrassed appearance of his prey in desperate situations to save itself. Jimo Qiu said: "You shouldn't use your ancestors to measure my strength. It will only put you in a desperate situation."

The brief contact just made him confirm one thing.

 The strength of Wei City in front of us is far less than that of twenty-level Chehou.

 It is weaker than the incarnation of Yunda.

However, this also happened to prove why the Immortal Cult did not let Wei Cheng take action directly. You must know that a twenty-level Chehou who is between life and death and completely unkillable is more difficult to deal with than Yunda who is at the peak of his strength. Werder's missing arms and legs would cause serious injuries, but this guy in front of him would not. There have always been those who exploit strengths and avoid weaknesses, how can there be those who exploit weaknesses and avoid strengths? There must be something fishy among them!

 This tricky thing should have been solved.

 Because of the strength of Wei City.

Most of the power was used to suppress something. Jimo Qiu guessed that it should be more than a hundred souls swallowed by Wei City. Most of the national teachers also knew this problem, so they used the method of inverting civil and military affairs - suppressing the enemy is equivalent to improving oneself! Limiting the strength of the two armies and suppressing the ceiling of the top combat power of the two armies to the level of tenth-level Zuo Shu Zhang is undoubtedly the most beneficial method for Wei City.

 Wei Cheng stood on his horse and played with the bone hammer in his hand.

"Yeah?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the squeezed face suddenly opened its eyes.

 Her eyes were facing Jimo Qiu.

Wei Cheng smiled gloomily and said, "Then let's compare?"

He raised the bone hammer in his hand high, and the face and lips of a certain high priest on his chest moved slightly. Jimo Qiu knows lip reading and can tell what the other person is saying at a glance. That's the prayer of magic!

 Gong Xiqiu: "...how could he succeed—"

He was like a goose that had been strangled by the neck, unable to make a sound.

　_(:3　∠)_

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