Chapter 857

"Amitabha."

The monk put his palms together. It seemed that Ning Cheng's ending was also a kind of touching for the monk.

The monk was not a pedantic monk. In fact, if Sakyamuni knew about the dogma and code of conduct he practiced, he might even jump out of his coffin and strangle him to death.

However, humans were not plants or trees. How could they be emotionless? Especially after getting used to the big dye vat that was the audience circle, it was inevitable to sigh when they saw this ending.

Ning Cheng's life was destined to be full of ups and downs. He had experienced the War of Resistance against Japan and the two Mr. Jiang in Taiwan. Even if he was not a vampire, his life was enough to be more exciting than most people. At the same time, he also had the bloodline of the Blood Clan. Although he did not have an unlimited lifespan, he at least had eternal youth.

Although his strength was much worse than the monk Su Bai and the others, he undoubtedly had more freedom than Su Bai and the others.

He did not have the worry of life and death in the story world. He did not have the constraints of the radio. In the dark, he managed his own forces. If he liked, if he wanted, he could obtain a more exciting and magnificent life in the eyes of ordinary people.

However, in the end, he still chose to return to this place. He returned to the most unbearable page in his hundred years of life. Perhaps, before he died, he found his wife's corpse. Being able to sleep with his wife's corpse in his arms was already the greatest satisfaction he could get.

This, was true willfulness.

This, was true satisfaction.

However, after all, it was just like sitting in front of the open-air movie theater to watch the War of Resistance against Japan. The villagers were excited as they watched, cursing the Japanese imperialists and little Japan. They could not wait to grab the hammer and hoe at home and immediately run to the Japanese island to kill. But after the movie ended, the next morning, the children went to school and the adults went to work.

Life still had to continue.

Because Su Bai and the other three knew that the radio could not control Ning Cheng, but they were not Ning Cheng. Even when Su Bai was sick, his mind was not focused on seeking death.

Since you want to live, since you want to survive, then you can not escape the palm of the radio.

"Strange." Gyatso was the first person to recover from this sad mood and immediately found a problem. "Since the refrigeration here has long been broken, why is the temperature here still so low after so many years?"

Su Bai's expression immediately froze. Yes, the refrigeration system had long been broken, and the Japanese had closed the research institute in 1944. Even if the Japanese had foolishly continued to supply power to the research institute after closing it, Japan had surrendered in 1945. The research institute had obviously been deliberately hidden by the Japanese. Su Bai did not believe that the Japanese could continue to secretly supply power to the research institute at the foot of Purple Mountain, under the mausoleum of the Nation's Founding Father.

And there were at least seven or eight thousand corpses stored here. Not to mention stopping the refrigeration system for 70 years, even if it was only stopped for a month, or even half a month, the corpses here would immediately stink and rot. Because these corpses were not like the coffins of the ancient nobles, they did not have the slightest protection. At that time, the Japanese only used these corpses as one-time experimental consumables, so naturally, they did not spend so much effort.

Fatso rubbed his fat face, and a small bag appeared in his hand. The bag was filled with objects similar to Go chess pieces.

This was the magic tool used by Fatso to set up the array. Well, it could barely be called a magic tool.

The monk stood behind Fatso. He knew what Fatso was doing, so he did not speak at the moment. He directly sat down cross-legged with his kasaya hanging in front of him. He chanted Buddhist scriptures, and wisps of Buddhist sound rose up. This was to help Fatso eliminate all the influences around him.

Fatso must have suffered a great loss of vitality when he broke three inches of his soul vein. At this time, it was only right for him to help him set up this array.

"Heavenly Lord, control the divination of the Big Dipper!"

The chess pieces were thrown out by Fatso, but they did not bounce when they landed on the ground. Instead, they seemed to be stuck firmly to the ground.

Su Bai and Gyatso retreated a certain distance, leaving enough space for Fatso and the monk to set up the array.

About a second later, Fatso finished setting up the array. Then, he pointed with his right index finger and made a gesture of drawing water.

In the array, a wisp of black smoke immediately rose. The black smoke was messy and did not disperse, as if it was born with a kind of vitality.

Gyatso sucked in a breath of cold air.

Su Bai was also immediately stunned.

Although Su Bai and Gyatso were not good at arrays, Su Bai himself had the bloodline of zombies, and Gyatso was also from the Tantric Sect. This wisp of black smoke was Corpse Qi!

Moreover, it was active Corpse Qi!

After death, the corpse would naturally have Corpse Qi. Generally speaking, Corpse Qi would continuously dissipate as the body decayed, and finally, it would return to the earth with the body.

However, only zombies had active Corpse Qi!

The so-called Ghost Blows Out the Light actually had the same meaning.

Corpse Qi was naturally harmful to the human body, but as long as one did not suddenly open a coffin that had been sealed for decades and just happened to stick your head in and take a deep breath like smoking a cigarette, there would not be too much danger. The human body was not that fragile. Nowadays, many people in big cities in China breathed in the thick smog every day, but they still went to school and went to work as usual.

However, if the Corpse Qi became active, then it would be a big problem. First of all, the Corpse Qi becoming active meant that the source of the corpse, which was the corpse, would awaken. At the same time, the active Corpse Qi would no longer be like the smog, but it would actively invade the bodies of some living things around it to destroy and infect them. If it was light, it would cause bad luck and ruin one's luck. If it was heavy, it would directly cause an incurable disease.

And the active Corpse Qi would also "blow out" the candles. This was also the way grave robbers warned. For them, as long as the corpse in front of them did not turn into a dumpling, they could even dig out the jade in the corpse's anus without any psychological pressure. When the warlord Sun Dianying dug up Cixi's tomb, Cixi's lower body was also dug out by those Qiu Ba people.

"There is so much active Corpse Qi, why didn't the corpse transform?" Fatso was a little puzzled. Then, he raised his head and looked up, "The corpse did not grow hair, and the Corpse Qi is alive and not chaotic. This should be the result of Mr. Zhongshan's blessing."

The monk nodded in agreement, "Amitabha, it should be so. Mr. Zhongshan's mausoleum is buried here, so it should have this effect. These people were already very pitiful when they were alive. If they turned into zombies after death and didn't enter the reincarnation cycle, it would be too pitiful. Buddha is merciful, and Mr. Zhongshan is meritorious. "

At this moment, Su Bai's body slowly stiffened and shrunk. His eyes also emitted a faint green light. At this moment, he switched to the state of a zombie. At this time, he clearly felt a pressure from above, with a righteous and peaceful aura, comforting him and dispelling the hostility in his heart.

Before, Su Bai didn't have this feeling because he didn't turn into a zombie. But once he switched to the state of a zombie, this feeling suddenly became clear and obvious.

Su Bai also raised his head. Above him was the location of the Zhongshan Mausoleum.

When the Japanese invaded the city of Nanjing, the commander-in-chief of the Nanjing garrison directly ran away. Different from the Battle of Songhu, which lasted for three months, the Japanese didn't spend too much effort to conquer Nanjing.

The ancestral state, the ancestral temple, these things should be protected by the descendants themselves. At that time, the descendants were not filial, so the Japanese directly invaded the capital. Even the Zhongshan Mausoleum was basically under the control of the Japanese and the Wang puppet government in the next seven or eight years. The Japanese's friendship with Japan and the Wang puppet government's plan to save the nation were all over the Zhongshan Mausoleum, which made Mr. Zhongshan feel ashamed.

At that time, probably no one would be able to blame Mr. Zhongshan for not showing up to stop the Japanese from invading Nanjing.

Su Bai knew clearly that if so many resentful corpses stayed in this Japanese research institute, they would almost certainly turn into zombies. Even if they were sealed here and couldn't get out, the appearance of so many zombies would also be a destructive blow to the surrounding ecological environment.

"Let's pay a visit to the Zhongshan Mausoleum after we get out of here." Fatso said.

This was the utilitarian mentality of the Chinese. Chinese liked to worship whenever they entered a temple. No matter what kind of Buddhism or Taoism it was, it was always good to worship more. When they found that this temple was really useful, they would try their best to worship a few more times.

All of a sudden, Su Bai's eyes narrowed.

"No, there is another important reason why these corpses didn't turn into zombies. Mr. Zhongshan suppressed most of their Corpse Qi, but part of it was also extracted."

Su Bai clearly sensed that even the Corpse Qi around him was being drawn away by a force. Following this feeling and direction, Su Bai walked out of the warehouse and walked along the track in front of him. It was not hard to imagine that more than seventy years ago, the Japanese used the stretcher to transport the corpses one by one from here to the laboratory.

Fatso, Monk, and Gyatso followed behind Su Bai.

About two minutes later, they came to a laboratory with rows of glass windows. There were many electronic instruments and even corpses inside. Obviously, when the Japanese sealed this research institute, they were in a hurry and didn't have time to clean it up.

Between the two rows of laboratories, there was a steel door that looked like a prison. There were many steel rings standing on the door. It really looked like a prison.

The four of them continued to move forward. When they got closer, Fatso released two balls of will-o '-the-wisp into the door and saw clearly what was inside.

A corpse was lying there quietly. There were many things stuck on it, such as the cross of a church, the banner of a Onmyoji, and the limbs and neck of the corpse were shackled with steel rings.

Two eerie fangs were faintly visible at the corner of the corpse's mouth. His arms were covered with white hair, and his fingers were covered with long, black nails. At the same time, his body exuded a feminine and noble aura.

"This is the vampire that was used as a test subject, but … but … but he turned into a zombie. This is the sign that he has turned into a zombie. Even the white hair is growing out." Fatso exclaimed.

Immediately, Monk, Gyatso, and Fatso all looked at Su Bai.