Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

What is an evil spirit? Is it a tragedy that recurs, or is it a sorrow that is difficult to heal? Or is it a painful memory that has been awakened? Is it an emotion that has been sealed in a fixed period of time, or is it a photograph that has long since disappeared? Things that have been dead for a long time sometimes feel more real than they are alive, they refuse to leave, they are always wandering.

Because the subject is so large and will stretch into more unknowns, there are few answers, at least for now.

At first, the noise that lingered in the ears, such as asking what it was, and what the ghost screams were, etc., came with a mountain of whispers, so that everyone stopped talking to each other. Everyone could feel that in less than two minutes, all the puzzles would be revealed, and whether they wanted to know it or not, they would be exposed to the depths of the dark grotto in front of them, which was about five meters wide.

The panicked crowd scurried around, the usual expressions of fear, hesitation, and hysteria on their faces. It's just that the glittering diamond in the depths of the earth is still stimulating the desire, so that no one throws the thunderbird to the ground, shouts that Lao Tzu will stop playing and leave. Now that we have been caught in the whirlpool of events, we will face two outcomes, either victory or defeat. Every person who has experienced chaos for the first time will calculate: What if the situation is not as bad as he thinks? What if it is someone else who is unlucky? If he chooses to retreat with a hot head, but others support him, how can he have the face to come back and participate in the plunder? It is precisely because all kinds of thoughts have exploded in full force at this moment that although people are retreating step by step, they have not been defeated because of this.

As they retreated to the narrow path of the stone pan, I was the only one left in front of the huge cavity.

Soon, the murmuring in the depths of the crypt was interrupted by a few roars, and crow-like shadows began to emerge between the rocks of the various crypts, and the workers of the gang were in awe, and they all held their rifles in their hands. Over time, Rosa recognized that it was a familiar tone she had heard in the tunnel, and she looked over and asked with a shudder if it was the group of old women dressed in the Middle Ages who were exercising their might.

I nodded wordlessly and glanced at her. Compared with others, Rosa may be the bravest one, after all, this woman is also the head of the cable station, the on-site boss of the work gang, this kind of person has a strong ability to adapt and deal with public relations crises.

"Even if you feel scared, try not to show it on your face. I secretly clasped her hand and whispered, "If you show the slightest fear, the hearts of men will be scattered at once." Uncle Beard, they have lost their backbone and have become frightened birds. Three months ago, like you, I was trembling and terrified to turn and run, but I persevered. "

"What was the situation then? could it be worse than now?" she asked, straining her fear.

That's a good question, but I don't know how to answer it. The scene of the Yin Snake War is vivid, countless elites of the dark world fell in pools of blood, and after death, they were burned to the ground without even a decent funeral. In contrast, people at that time were cut off from retreat and had to choose to fight against the odds. And the current situation is far more favorable than then, and it can be attacked and retreated, and it cannot be stopped. I believe that the work gang, no matter how weak it is, will definitely outrun the hare when it comes to fighting for the right to live.

The only uncertainty is the strange screams that hover around the crypt, what is it, and how did it come about?

This kind of murmuring is neat and uniform, and the pronunciation is indistinct, feeling like people passing by a church, accompanied by the collective chanting of the bells, which seems both solemn and powerful. It wasn't long before I realized that I was wrong, that they didn't come through the depths of the crypt, but from the back of the rocks in the walls of the caves in front of me. As the first piece of earth slag was shattered to the ground, more sand toppled down like a torrent bursting the embankment, and after more than ten seconds, the sections of the dark grotto had been washed away. The glare of the mirror lamps erected around us began to dim at a speed that could be observed by the naked eye, and the light gradually turned into an aerosol-like fluid, which was gradually withdrawn by this pitch-black corridor.

"Set up obstacles and move fast. I interviewed Howling Eagle's 504th Regiment, and whatever we wanted to do, the necessary defenses were indispensable, and they did that during the rehearsal. Rosa waved at everyone and shouted, "Anyway, I won't run away or call for help, so why don't you want to have ownerless wealth?" "

Years later, I followed Lin Rui into the training ground of Hopkins' 101st Air Assault Division, and I saw the same scene, but they were fighting anti-terrorism, not the main scene of land warfare. But Rosa's shouting still had an effect, and the people on the cable platform began to move all kinds of boxes and sundries, all piled up in front of the grotto, and at the same time began to sort.

Compared with ordinary townspeople, the work gang reflects a certain degree of organizational initiative, after all, they pay attention to seniority. Rosa is a small supervisor among these 25 people, and the rest of the big names are senior on-site directors, then recording engineers, sound engineers, lighting engineers, etc., and finally small assistants. What played a role was Rosa's later words, and what she was considering was the numerical advantage, but we still had more than twenty people in the other caves, and there were nearly sixty in total. And the so-called six-winged earth evil is only two, and each person can drown them by spitting a mouthful of phlegm, in short, the winning chance is very big. She has already made a statement, so the masses have to make a choice between going and staying.

People quickly set up a fish scale formation in front of the grotto, raising the sundries above the waist, and the reserved space is convenient for interspersing and transposing. The people are then grouped into groups. Those with shooting experience are responsible for shooting, those who don't know how to shoot guns but have arm strength are responsible for throwing mines, and those who can't do anything are sorted and reloaded, in short, everyone focuses on one thing. When this was done, Rosa grabbed the walkie-talkie, intending to connect with Soul Scythe and the others to find out what was going on.

Uncle Hu Zi has rich camping experience, and his highest record has killed wild boars, so he was assigned to the sniper position. I don't need to introduce the variety of ammunition, they are the ones who assemble the ammunition during the day. I asked him what he would do if Sister Di found out about his involvement in the plunder? Will she be annoyed that her subordinates were under the jurisdiction of the cable station? Uncle Hu Zi replied that she was the first to break the rules, and besides, Sister Di was also enjoying it.

Not long after, Eupaceo's voice rang out, they were still deep in the cavern, less than three hundred meters away from us. The reason is that some people saw those superb students have a different mind, and they smashed them with the butts of their guns, trying to break the amber barrier, so they fell into the way of others. As for the trumpet-like murmuring, he also heard it, but he didn't know what it was, and it was the third fulcrum of the widow's garrison that was currently in trouble.

"It should have nothing to do with the ghosts under the earth, but something else," he was not only a little happy when he learned that the work gang had come to the second fulcrum, but said: "That's fine, before verifying the situation, it is better to control the second fulcrum than to do nothing." "

I was about to tell Krys about his runaway run when the walkie-talkie had been snatched away by Rosa, and she rushed to ask if the amber barrier had been broken, and when she learned that the ground had not yet been broken, she relented and walked over to the crowd and described the situation.

"Everything hasn't changed, Amber smashed the opening, the raw diamond is still there, they took a picture and sent it back to me," she held up her mobile phone and showed everyone the picture of the barrier one by one, and the scene was full of excitement and thunderous applause. Rosa pouted at me and Uncle Nunu, the bearded man, and said, "You, and you, come with me, let's go and see what is going on on the other side of the grotto." "

"It's too dangerous to do that, and that's the way to find your way. With my previous experience, I stopped her from daring and raised the glass bubble in my hand.

I asked Rosa to turn her back and threw a thunderbird with her round arm, and the glass bubble struck the top of the cave wall, bursting with light enough to brighten the blind. With the compressed gas burning in the air, I finally saw a gruesome scene. Deep in these dark rocks was like a tomb, and in the niches hewn out of the rock face, there were densely packed dried corpses, all the mummies wrapped in linen cloth and bark. A pungent salty smell rushed to my head and made me dizzy.

These niches are built irregularly, like a chaotic beehive, both sideways and sloping, like a ruined earthquake site. The highly dehydrated corpses had their hands folded in front of their chests, clutching a weapon with axe blades on both sides. They resemble skeletons but are not shriveled, with obvious anatomical marks on their bodies, their internal organs must have been hollowed out, but only the eyeballs remain, and they are not rotten, so that each dried corpse is staring angrily at us from top to bottom. It's just that they are covered by countless cobwebs, as if covered with several layers of sheets, and only the general outline can be seen, but not really.

Rosa had never seen such a posture, she wailed, she was so startled that she almost turned her back on breath, and her steps began to flutter.

"Throw the glass bubble out of your hand, just like you asked me to do!" I grabbed Rosa's slender waist, grabbed her wrist, and threw the object in my hand out, illuminating the grotto again. This woman can't be paralyzed on the ground, she is an example of those watching the battle from behind, as long as she is still standing still, the work will not be scattered. And I am too young, and Uncle Hu Zi is a deputy, both of whom are soft-spoken, and if you want to stabilize the second fulcrum, you have to establish the leadership position of this woman.

Rosa was so clever that she immediately understood what I was talking about, and at the same time, seeing in the white light that the things were just dead things, quickly stabilized her mood. Seeing that we were still standing in front of the cave rock, breathless and heartbeat, there was no reverie in our minds, the kind of tearing and bloody scene in our heads, they couldn't help but stop the commotion and gradually returned to their original positions.

I motioned for Rosa to stay where she was, and invited Uncle Beard to come along, for someone had to watch over her back in case of accidents. As I got closer, I reached out to peel away the curtain-like cobwebs, and saw that the alcove was indeed disorderly and chaotic, and there seemed to be a force that twisted the originally separated tombs together, making it extremely strange and dazzling.

The corpses were slender and slender on their limbs, wore ornaments woven with thick feathers, and covered their chests with light armor made of a jade-like material. The skeletons wore rotten earth-red cloaks on their shoulders, old mold and curls, and long mane rings tied around their ankles. The remains were indistinguishable because they were coated with a thick resin so thick that their bare limbs were black and shiny. On these torsos, there are many intricate patterns, both like tattoos and oil paint, and the weapons in the hands are not only axes with double-edged blades, but also shovel-shaped strange spears and swords, most of which are short blades no more than half a meter, hidden in the depths of the rock walls where the light is difficult to penetrate.

The neck, fingers and armbands of the dried corpses were dressed in gold and silver and other materials, and were inlaid with many gemstones, including raw diamonds captured by the camera. This also shows that these skeletons were noble, not princes or chiefs, and were buried with more solemnity after their deaths. Uncle Hu couldn't help but reach out and want to touch it, but I twisted his wrist.

"Are you worried that they'll suddenly jump up and bite your ass?" he smiled awkwardly, "I just want to get closer." "

"It's hard to say if it's going to come back to life suddenly, but it's definitely not appropriate to touch it casually, but where do these things come from?" I let go of his hand, recalling that not long ago, when Sister Di was asleep, she said that she had seen rotten hand bones among the rocks, could it be that they were referring to?

The shape of the crest of the feather crest, these dried corpses are somewhat like Indians, but the cuirass worn by the tribe when they go out is not this kind of greenstone strips, but a plate armor made of flax and willow wood, which is specially designed to prevent bow shots. They were placed here for a long time, and the early nomadic tribes of North America were very backward, they did not understand metallurgy and blacksmithing, and they used stone chips for spearheads and arrowheads, and even used a whole section of smoothed rosewood as a hand hammer. It was only after the Puritans landed and established settlements that the Indians traded with. Their learning skills were amazing, and they soon became proficient in riding and shooting, and their blades began to be replaced with pig iron.

"I can't say anything, Dixie probably knows more than I do about it. Uncle Beard also felt that the mummies were very special, and after thinking for a while, he patted his thigh, looked at the crowd not far away, and said, "Why don't you ask the Georgians about Georgia?"

At the instigation of Rosa, a weak man who was said to have studied history before joining the television network walked up to us with trepidation. However, in the face of the dozens of dried corpses in front of him, he felt both scared and disgusted, and deduced that the smell was too bad to approach. After a few seconds, he noticed the expensive jewelry worn by the skeleton, and pushed Uncle Beard away to take a closer look.

"This is not a North American Indian, usually the crest is made of various colors, the red feather represents the phoenix, the white feather represents the water heron, the black feather represents wisdom, and the green or blue is the priest or the newlywed, but I have never seen a purple bird feather. Purple is an acquired dye made from the bile of marine organisms, and it is very rare in birds. The feather crowns, on the other hand, are mostly woven from linen, which is a craft ornamental and does not shape the head or form of an animal, and these dried corpses are more like the Tiger warriors of the Incas or Aztecs. "

"The Black Wind Tunnel was an ancestral tomb of the Indians before it was first excavated, but according to the local chronicles, they were relocated to the other side of the river and could not have stayed here. And how can he still keep such a luxurious treasure until now? It stands to reason that he was picked up at that time. Seeing that the two of us were speechless, he pointed to the blade and continued: "And this part is even more weird, most of the Indians who appear in film and television dramas are wielding hand axes, that is, they need to trek through mountains and rivers, both as weapons and as tools to open mountains. But these objects are not practical, but more like a kind of funerary goods. "

"Heavy treasures, do you mean these mummies are wearing ornaments?" Hearing this word, the work helped everyone to hear this word, and their eyes were green, and their sleeves were rolled up, and they had the intention of going forward to make a profit. And the little assistant of the braces girl took the opportunity to pout, saying that maybe the photo sent back by the soul sickle was fake, but in fact, they had already broken through the barrier and went in to loot, but asked me to stay here to take care of the home for them, and if I didn't do it at the moment, I would wait for Yunyun. The crowd was cheered up by a few of them, and they dropped their guns and grenades one after another.

At this moment, the walkie-talkie rang again, and it was unknown who the person on the other side was talking vaguely, but everyone heard the content squarely. He asked me to search the surrounding grottoes, and if I saw the corpses wearing ornaments, I immediately set them on fire, and it was now clear that they were the culprits of the commotion. Before the words were finished, the walkie-talkie in Rosa's hand was taken away, and the work gang was angry, shouting nonsense, saying that others are plotting against themselves, but we have to obey orders, how can there be such a truth in the world.

All sorts of conspiracy theories and inflammatory rhetoric poured out like a. The order was out of control, and Rosa couldn't hold it down, so these people rushed straight up and squeezed the three of us away in an instant. No ghoul or demon was feared in the face of wealth, and the crowd quickly pulled out a mummy with a noose, tore through the bark and linen, and fell to the ground like a wild beast and grabbed the jewelry.

In this way, we were gradually pushed to the edge of the crowd, and finally we were pushed hard by Agai and retreated into the cave. I was angry and annoyed, but helpless. How can this group of ugly people, no matter how poor they are, have a successful career and a happy family, many times better than those at the bottom of society like me? I suddenly felt that under all kinds of desires, man and beast are no different, it is so absurd, but it is interpreting the greatest truth of human nature. Looking at them, I not only laughed, but soon felt my arms tighten, and when I looked down, I noticed that in addition to me and Uncle Beard, there was also a sane person at the scene, and that was Rosa.

"Don't laugh, do something!" she cried out, pale, dragging us both hard, "Something will happen if this continues!".