"This, this is what they should look like."
After clarifying the debt of gratitude, the group of people who passed the Ghostly Labyrinth began to move deeper. Before long, Fatso found the corpses of two Japanese soldiers.
The two corpses had now become mummies. Their clothes were still on the outside, but they no longer looked like humans.
"Da Bai, come and take a look. Is this the work of your relative?"
Fatso waved to Su Bai, motioning for Su Bai to come over and take a look.
"There's no need to look. It's done by a high-level vampire. Ordinary vampires can't suck all the blood in a person's body so cleanly."
Su Bai had already noticed this. There was not a trace of blood in the two mummies. For a normal corpse, no matter how much blood was extracted, it would be difficult to extract it so thoroughly.
This kind of method should have made all the blood in the body evaporate on its own, leaving no trace behind.
Just like how ordinary people taught their children not to eat leftovers, vampires also had this kind of "obsessive-compulsive disorder" when it came to sucking the blood of living people. It could even be said that this was a kind of etiquette that belonged to the Blood Clan. The cleaner one sucked the blood of a living person in front of them, the more respected one's status was, and the more respect one had for their food — blood!
To be honest, this kind of blood-sucking method, Su Bai had not reached this point yet. After fusing with his Life Weapon, Su Bai gained the ability to collect the essence from newly dead corpses, but that method could not be done so thoroughly and domineeringly. Moreover, Su Bai had always felt that it was more comfortable to bite someone's neck with his fangs and drink their blood. This way, he could feel the other party's temperature, the other party's struggle, and the other party's fear and despair.
"That guy came back to life." The monk frowned. "But since it came back to life, why didn't it escape?"
This was a big question. Back then, the Japanese, British, and scientists from other countries transported that thing here and began to study it. That guy should have been in a state similar to "suspended animation" before, but for some reason, it came back to life. Looking at this domineering way of sucking human blood, it was enough to show that its power had begun to show at that time.
But why was it still here and hadn't left?
This was actually very easy to confirm. The level of "Ghostly Labyrinth" that they encountered when they first came here could not be formed without the absolute control of the core. This was the irrefutable evidence that that thing was still in this research institute!
The monk could not believe that it couldn't come out because the Japanese had closed the research institute. There must be other reasons that it had been obstructing that thing.
"Could it be that Mr. Zhongshan suppressed it?" Fatty guessed from the side, but then he shook his head and looked at Su Bai. "Big White, after Japan occupied Nanjing, was the Zhongshan Mausoleum demolished?"
Obviously, Fatso did not have a very good history.
Su Bai shook his head. "The Japanese did not touch the Zhongshan Mausoleum because of the need to win over people's hearts. Even when the Japanese attacked Nanjing, the Zhongshan Mausoleum only suffered some damage but was not completely annihilated."
"So, the Zhongshan Mausoleum has always been there?" The fatty guessed, "Could it be that there's really something called luck in the unseen world that allowed Mr. Zhongshan to suppress this beast here and not let it out?"
Fate was a mysterious thing. Sometimes it was very useful, and sometimes it was not. For example, if Mr. Sun really had that horrible ability, then the Japanese wouldn't have been able to invade Nanjing. However, it was not entirely true that the Zhongshan Mausoleum was useless. At least, ordinary people could feel the solemn and upright pressure when they approached the Zhongshan Mausoleum.
Su Bai and the others, who had a far higher life level than ordinary people, were even more sensitive in terms of aura. After coming here, they could also feel a kind of pressure on them, as if a pair of eyes were staring at them.
Su Bai believed that he could also feel the same feeling in the Zhou Enlai Memorial Hall in Huai An. These modern great men had left their own words in the modern history of China. After they died, they were also living in the incense. Of course, it was not that simple.
However, this kind of Qi Ji could suppress the ghosts around, but how could it suppress such a powerful guy?
Su Bai immediately rejected this idea. If it was really useful, then in the story world, one of the listeners would carry the statue of Zhou Weiren, another would carry the statue of Mr. Sun, and some would sing songs with a pile of red books in their hands. Why would they need a celestial artifact?
Gyatso added, "I don't think it's because of Mr. Sun. The Zhongshan Mausoleum is the embodiment of Mr. Sun's great righteousness and the national fate of Nanjing. It should not be a problem for it to suppress demons and monsters, but to suppress vampires?
The Zhongshan Mausoleum is not a cathedral, and there is no cross on it. Vampires are not ghosts or spirits.
Besides, if the Zhongshan Mausoleum could really suppress the Blood Line, Da Bai would be lying on the ground now. At the very least, it is because Da Bai is powerful that he can ignore this kind of suppression. But what about this guy? "
Gyatso pointed at Ning Cheng, "A weak vampire will not feel uncomfortable here. So, that thing has been staying here. It should have nothing to do with the Zhongshan Mausoleum above our heads. At least, it is not directly related to it. There must be some other reasons. So, we can't let it go. "
"Fine. Anyway, that thing is in this research institute. We have to meet it face to face." Fatty smiled, "Monk, you must be tired. Next, let me lead the way. God knows if there's only one Ghost Hits Wall here. If this Fat Lord also has a Ten Thousand Man Pit that I can borrow, this Fat Lord will definitely set up a thousand of them."
"Amitabha, I hope that guy is not as bored as you."
If that thing really has this kind of bad taste like that fatty, then we might as well not play around with it anymore. Let's just keep breaking the walls for a year and a half. We might as well go up first and use Ning Cheng's method to blow it up. Even if we can't blow it to death, we can still blow up the situation below. At that time, if it comes out, then the four of us can go up together. "
Fatso opened his Third Eye and signaled the others to follow him.
Luckily, that guy is not as bored as Fatso. They don't encounter any Ghost Hits the Wall along the way.
In front of them, there was a huge iron gate. To the right of the iron gate was a dead end, and to the left was a passageway. There were even a few tracks on the ground of the passageway. These two iron gates were really huge and took up a lot of space. They were much bigger than ordinary factory gates.
Fatso walked in the front. He reached out his hand to touch something on the iron gate. There are buttons and control devices here. Fatso couldn't help sighing,
"Such a big fridge, how many popsicles can it store?"
"Fridge?" Tyrant heard it and took a few steps closer. He seemed to have thought of something and his face immediately changed.
Su Bai's face also darkened. Obviously, he had also thought of what it was.
Ning Cheng's whole body trembled. This cold vampire actually shed tears at this moment. In fact, Su Bai had more or less guessed it. The reason why he insisted on coming down here was actually for this place, for the fridge that Fatso mentioned.
Tyrant and Su Bai were silent. Their faces were very ugly. Gyatso was slightly indifferent. Ning Cheng's face was full of tears because they realized what was behind the big iron gate.
As for the fatty, he also realized what was going on. His hands were trembling. No, his entire body was trembling. Even his fat was trembling.
This is not an act, this is not deliberately mystifying, this is not a joke.
Because Fatso is afraid, he is afraid, he is really afraid.
Motherf * cker, why didn't I think of what is inside before? Why did I say such a stupid joke for no reason?!
"Pa!"
Fatso slapped himself fiercely. The corner of his mouth was immediately broken and blood flowed out, leaving a dark green mark on the left side of his face. Obviously, Fatso's slap was real and not for show.
"Plop!"
Fatso knelt down.
He knelt down in front of the iron gate.
This Zhang Bayi, who was good at pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger, good at backstabbing, good at all kinds of black bellied methods, and good at all kinds of ruthless methods, at this moment, he knelt down in fear and trepidation.
"Yellow Heaven above, the unfilial Zhang Bayi repents here!"
A wooden sword flew out from Fatso's sleeve and directly stabbed into his left arm. Blood gushed out.
"Three Pure Ones above, the unfilial Zhang Bayi repents here!"
The wooden sword flew again and stabbed into the flesh of Fatso's right arm.
"Ancestors above, the unfilial Zhang Bayi repents here!"
The wooden sword spun and stabbed into Fatso's lower abdomen.
Although these three swords were not fatal to Fatso, and it was not even enough to make Fatso suffer much damage in the real sense, the pain was real.
However, what happened next made Su Bai, the monk, and Gyatso all suck in a breath.
Fatso actually slapped the top of his head. A wisp of green smoke curled up and rose from the top of Fatso's head. Then, it disappeared. Fatso's entire aura immediately withered.
"I, Zhang Bayi, cut off three inches of my own soul to make up for my rude words. After I leave, I, Zhang Bayi, will make a Seven Heavens Dojo for everyone. I will pray for everyone to avoid disasters and lead those who cannot enter the Yellow Springs to reincarnate!"
After saying that, Fatso solemnly kowtowed three times to the iron door, making a crisp sound!
What was behind this iron door? When they found out that it was a huge freezer, it was actually already clear. The Japanese had originally set up a research institute here, using the corpses of Chinese people, and these compatriots were slaughtered and killed by the Japanese after they invaded Nanjing.
This was a national tragedy. This was a disgrace. Even after sixty years, it was still the most bloody scar in the heart of every Chinese.
Fatso's nature was to be glib. He actually did not think about what was behind this iron door. When he thought about it, the joke had already been made. At this time, naturally, he had to apologize.
Among the audience, there were no pure people. Killing people, scheming against people, in the story world, everyone had done many heartless things. Everyone's buttocks were dirty, but some things really could not be joked about.
This was the bottom line!
However, to Su Bai's surprise, when Fatso knelt down to repent and admit his mistake, Su Bai felt that it was enough. When Fatso apologized with the "Three Knives and Six Holes", Su Bai still thought that Fatso had accidentally insulted his family members who died in Nanjing. However, Fatso actually broke three inches of his soul vein, which was equivalent to destroying 30% of his strength. In Su Bai's view, this was really too much.
Facing this iron door, Su Bai's heart was heavy and sad, and so was Tyrant's heart. But Fatso did not need to do this, there was no need to be so cruel to himself.
To put it blasphemously, with Fatso's current cultivation, even if the cold spirit behind this iron door came to seek revenge on Fatso, would Fatso really be afraid?
What was strength?
It was the audience's lifeblood, it was something that the audience would do anything for, it was the fruit that the audience struggled for!
For the sake of making amends, for the sake of a joke, Fatty had crippled thirty percent of his strength.
Su Bai narrowed his eyes. Fatso was actually so patriotic … but why did it feel a little strange?
At this time, Su Bai looked at Tyrant standing beside him and found that Tyrant was opening his mouth, but no sound came out. He mouthed two words.
Su Bai understood these two words.
"Karma!"
Su Bai finally understood. This Fatso, who had been persuading him not to blindly understand karma to avoid death, had actually begun to understand and study karma.
Moreover, the level of his understanding might really not be worse than Li Changshou's, or even better.
What Fatso was really afraid of was that he was afraid that this joke would taint him with tens of thousands of karma. That was because the corpses of his compatriots that were transported out from behind the iron door were estimated to be more than ten thousand. Their souls were entrenched here, and their spirits were also watching from heaven. In addition, the environment at that time was a national war. These victims represented the tears and sorrow of a country at that time, as well as the blood and shame of a country at that time. It involved the fate of the country!
If a joke offended them, even if they turned into malicious ghosts to look for you, you would not be afraid of them. You could kill them one by one. However, once it involved the fate of the country, once it involved destiny, confrontation and revenge did not exist at the level of vengeful ghosts taking revenge on a Daoist priest.
Fatso was afraid. Fatso panicked. That was why he did not hesitate to harm himself and cripple his own strength to beg for forgiveness. On the other hand, if Fatso did not comprehend karma, he did not need to be afraid at all. Karma was a circle. If you obediently did not step into this circle, you would be fine. However, once you stepped into it, those things that had nothing to do with you might suddenly take your life!
Suddenly, the image of Lan Lin going crazy in front of him appeared in Su Bai's mind. She was so terrified that she went hysterical and committed suicide in the end. That powerful woman, an outstanding woman who could surpass Yan Huihong and the Thunderbolt Building, was so helpless in the face of the karma that he had comprehended.
This scene was very similar to Fatso, who was kneeling in front of the iron door and still bleeding.
Su Bai suddenly realized that there was a throbbing in the depths of his heart.
This was fear.
Su Bai lowered his head in fear and could not help but gasp for breath.
It turned out that …
Would he be afraid?
