Chapter 60 The Flawed Statue of Nuwa
The atmosphere in the palace was terrifyingly depressing.
Seven corpses fell in front of the altar in strange dead shapes. They were evenly divided into twelve pieces, and then reassembled into a whole body after death.
Splashes of blood stained the mural. In the painting, Nuwa was holding yellow clay in her hands to create a human being. As a result, the blood was dripping now, making it look extremely ghastly.
The craftsmen were so frightened that they blamed each other for a while.
"Wang Laoer, if it weren't for you, how could you accidentally bump into Nuwa?"
"You should fucking deserve it!"
"Blame me? I said eight people would not be able to carry it safely. Who must rush the work?"
The more they quarreled, the more violent they became, and they wanted to fight.
"Shut up!"
Old craftsman Chen, the most senior, interrupted the quarrel and said, "The top priority is to survive. We won't be safe until at least early morning."
"Why are you standing there stunned? They use stone powder to cover the Yang Qi of living people..."
Snap, snap, snap.
There was the sound of falling stones in the corridor outside the hall.
Old craftsman Chen's face turned pale and he quickly put stone powder on his eyelids. The other craftsmen followed suit and then leaned against the wall without moving.
They didn't dare to raise their eyes, but Yang He could see clearly.
“What the hell.”
Yang He's scalp was numb, and he finally understood why it was called a statue with flaws.
To be precise, defective products are more appropriately described.
Outside the open door and window, a statue of Nuwa walked towards her with a smile. Her posture looked very awkward, and her body was covered with cracks.
The cracks are like ditches formed when the riverbed dries up, opening and closing as it moves.
What is exposed is bright red flesh and blood.
Yang He didn't feel jealous, but was filled with inexplicable awe. His eyes couldn't help but fall on the cracked face of Nuwa's statue.
Suddenly I felt that the Nuwa statue in Wuguang Temple was so kind and kind.
"There are one hundred and seven similar evil things..."
Yang He held his breath and disguised himself as a dead person through the immortal body.
The footsteps continued.
The statue of Nuwa entered the hall, stood at the door and bathed in the moonlight, her eyes turning around, looking for the smell of living people around her.
The craftsmen were sweating coldly. Fortunately, the specially prepared stone powder was extremely adhesive.
After a long time, the statue of Nuwa turned and left.
Snap, snap, snap.
All the craftsmen breathed a sigh of relief in unison. According to the rules of the Nuwa statue, there should be half an hour of breathing space.
Suddenly, Old Craftsman Chen smelled a faint smell of urine next to him.
A chill ran down his spine, and he noticed from the corner of his eye that Wang Laoer couldn't control his crotch, and couldn't help but urinate incontinently when faced with the pressure of the Nuwa statue.
Nuwa paused for a moment, then disappeared instantly.
Old craftsman Chen was stunned, and the shadow covered the mural. Nuwa stood in front of him with ferocious features, and she grabbed Wang Laoer hard and threw her away.
Bang.
Wang Laoer was torn into pieces, and blood was poured on the spot where the pile was driven.
The ground shook slightly, and the corpses roared.
The statue of Nuwa seems to be trapped in the temple due to the driving of piles, but its spirituality is far beyond ordinary, and she thought of using blood to stimulate zombie riots.
Once the driving pile is destroyed, I don't know how many people will die.
Nuwa statue put the body together before throwing it away.
However, how could the craftsmen remain calm when facing evil spirits at close range? They all made noises one after another.
They quickly knelt down at the feet of the statue of Nuwa.
"Mother Nuwa, please forgive me. It was Wang Laoer who bumped into you. I have served you with all my heart from the beginning to the end. Don't kill me!!"
"I am dedicated to doing good, and I often offer incense and pray for you, Empress Nuwa!"
"Help!"
Old Craftsman Chen's pupils were dilated and he watched helplessly as Nuwa reached out towards them.
The expected death never occurred.
Nuwa suddenly didn't take any further, her eyes looked at the driving pile, her smile turned into a scowl, and then disappeared again. Bang.
The statue of Nuwa stepped on the ground hard.
Yang He rolled away in embarrassment, realizing that the blood had exposed him.
"Should it not have reached the level of evil spirit? It seems that there is not much difference. Either way, it is death."
As soon as Yang He stood up, the statue of Nuwa appeared on the side again, and the orangutan wind blew in his face.
Tonggui couldn't lock on to the Nuwa statue at all. The opponent's speed was too fast, and the Nuwa statue teleported with almost no warning.
The black cat blended into the shadow of the Nuwa statue, trying to slow it down.
It's useless.
Yang He summoned Stone Arm by mistake, and Stone Arm pinched his neck.
Immediately afterwards, Nuwa grabbed Yang He and threw him.
The sound of bones colliding sounded, but Yang He did not fall apart. Instead, he gritted his teeth and pulled out the copper coin sword from his waist.
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The pupil ghost attached the ghost hand, and the copper coin sword accurately struck the crack in the statue of Nuwa.
Two fingers dropped.
Yang He took the opportunity to break free, and then eyes popped out of the wounds on the Nuwa statue.
His skin and flesh were all rock-like, and his stone arms were still holding his neck. Compared to the virtualization of ghost hands, the petrification effect was more effective.
Of course, the burden is also heavier, and some blood vessels have lost their flexibility.
roar! ! !
Nuwa's upper and lower jaws are open, and the cracks spread from the corners of her mouth to her ears.
Yang He staggered two steps back, and the statue of Nuwa was already on his shoulders. The petrification was intensifying, the Yin Fire was crackling, and his skin was showing some corpse spots, and he was planning to fight for his life.
He no longer thinks about life and death, but thinks about how to maximize benefits.
It's better to get some stone skins, maybe you can refine them into skins and blood clothes...
"Hey hey hey."
Yang He's eyes twitched, and when he heard the familiar strange smile, he gave up resistance, the stone arm detached, and the yin fire turned into yang fire to avoid damaging the foundation.
He put his hands on his hips and looked indifferent to life and death.
The statue of Nuwa is already close at hand.
puff.
Arms appeared from the altar one after another, coming from all directions to engulf the Nuwa statue, and then there was a heartbreaking sound of cracking joints.
The statue of Nuwa was forcibly fixed on the altar.
"Hey, hey, good disciple, let me tell you something. Your three-headed and six-armed Dharmakaya is a monster, but it does have something to it."
The corpse in the corner opened its eyes, and then its flesh began to squirm, and wrinkles sprouted from the corners of its mouth. In a few breaths, it looked like Master Taiyi.
The craftsmen were so frightened that their legs became weak and they kept shouting for mercy.
When Yang He looked at Taiyi Zhenren, he saw that he was different from Guifu. The latter had five arms, which showed how much he attached importance to the festival.
"Master, you..."
Without waiting for Yang He to ask, Master Taiyi said with a smile: "Fortunately, disciple, you came by chance, otherwise the statue would have almost been completed if there was a lack of a main stake."
"..."
Yang He secretly thought that indeed, Master Cheap really didn't regard himself as an outsider.
Fortunately, there are no flaws in the background of the Corpse Dao Tong that was tampered with on the panel. You just have to be more careful and don't let Master Taiyi see through it.
"Master, you don't want me to continue to serve as a stake in the coffin, do you?"
"No, creating a pile is just a heresy thought up by Chaoge. If my teacher had hundreds of corpses, I would never be so mean."
"Besides, the Yin Qi condensed in Shengzhuang has also allowed you, my disciple, to be promoted to Xiantian."
Master Taiyi kept laughing strangely, and Yang He felt more and more frightened.
"Good disciple."
"Let's go, I will take you to visit some of our temples in Qianyuan Mountain."
"Huh?"
Master Taiyi opened his mouth and vomited, erasing the memories of the craftsmen about himself, making them think that the process of carrying the statue of Nuwa was safe.
"Disciple, are you interested in being Nuwa's boy?"
[Dear caretakers, please give me a guaranteed monthly pass on December 1st! ! 】
Thank you to the leader of the Soul Reaper for your praise, thank you for being your nest, I have lived half my life in my dream, without any complaints or regrets, Nayako is the best reward for this period of time.
(End of chapter)