On the mountain road, Sai Huzi continued to drive and lead the way.
"Sir, don't come down when you get to the place. I'll go inside to make a report and help you explore the situation."
On the mountain road to the Valley of the Wicked, Sai Huzi said with a flattering look.
Even if you say the benefits 100 times, it won't move people's hearts as much as if you put them in front of your eyes.
Even if he thinks Zhang Hao is really a treasure house, he has to get the treasure first before he dares to confirm it.
But now, he just drove Zhang Hao up the mountain and solved the trouble that had not been eliminated for more than ten years.
How could he have dared to think about it before?
Now Sai Huzi, even if Zhang Hao drives him away, he doesn't want to leave.
Like Lao Liu, he wanted to hold Neng Hao's thigh tightly.
Only in this way can he get more benefits from the chaos that follows.
"You are not from the Valley of the Wicked, why are you helping me?"
Zhang Hao looked at him boredly and said lightly.
Sai Beard is one of the many men trained in the Valley of the Wicked.
In addition to helping them occupy territory and expand their interests, these subordinates also have a more important purpose.
The Valley of the Wicked lives in seclusion in the mountains, with very few channels for getting information.
The position of Sai Hu and others just filled this gap.
The importance of Sai's beard is equivalent to the ears and eyes of the Valley of the Wicked.
In order to ensure that Sai Huzi would not betray or lie, the Valley of the Evil must have set up more than one channel.
The basic principle of gathering intelligence is not to listen to one thing or believe it.
A piece of news must pass through at least three different channels and three different forces. Only after final integration can we see the overall picture.
And even so, there is no guarantee that things will be true.
As long as they are human beings, they cannot be trusted.
The Valley of the Wicked should also understand this truth, so as long as Sai Huzi betrays, once the evidence is found, he will face a life and death crisis.
Sai Huzhu carefully brightened Zhang Hao's expression until he confirmed that Zhang Hao was not angry, then he breathed a sigh of relief and said hurriedly:
"Sir, I was ignorant before and had no choice. Apart from the Valley of Evil, who would accept me with a mud-legged background like mine?"
"Over the years, I have always wanted to go out independently, but the power of the Valley of the Evil is too strong, so I have to be very careful every time."
Speaking of this, Sai Hu's eyes flashed with a trace of sadness.
He is not stupid.
He and Iron Centipede were originally just a small friction. Why did it develop into a formidable enemy for more than ten years?
There is certainly a struggle for interests, but more importantly, there are people who want to see them competing.
This power comes from the Valley of the Wicked.
"Sir, the iron centipede is dead, but I'm afraid it won't be long before another iron centipede appears again.
Moreover, he will still make trouble for me and keep fighting with me. No matter what method I use and how many brothers I die, this person will still become stronger and stronger until he can protest against me. ”
Sai Hu said leisurely, with a trace of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
Lao Liu slowly opened his eyes and looked at Sai Huzi silently.
She originally wanted to sleep, but what Sai Hu said really made him upset.
He used to be unable to control his own life and death, but it wasn't until he met Zhang Hao that he finally lived a decent life.
He thought that a big man like Sai Hu would not suffer this kind of pain.
But looking at it now, each mountain is higher than the other, and the boss in his heart actually has no freedom.
In the eyes of higher-ups, Sai Huzhi is nothing more than a puppet.
The inability to master supernatural powers means the inability to transcend.
In life, meeting a boss worthy of trust is a rarer thing than being born into a good family.
Although he is over 50 years old, he is still grateful.
"Since you can understand this, you are not too stupid."
Zhang Hao said calmly.
He will not persuade Sai Hu, but he will not accept Sai Hu immediately.
After all, for him, border forces, life and death are meaningless.
He needs a watchdog to help him guard the frontier passage and prohibit others from entering the mountains.
Cybeard is getting by so far, but it’s not enough.
Sai Hu has never seen a real ghost.
The Valley of the Wicked is an opportunity for Sai Hu to see what real ghosts are.
In this way, if I can hold on, I will be qualified to guard the border on my behalf.
And I will not let him work in vain. Whether it is his ability to settle down on the border or the support given by the above, he can be satisfied.
Otherwise, even if Sai Hu works hard all his life, he may not get a real chance to clear his name.
Once you enter some circles, even if the skin is washed off, the blackness on the body cannot be washed away.
The road up the mountain is getting narrower and narrower, and the sky is getting darker and darker.
Sai Hu's speed slowed down a lot, stopping occasionally to look back and check the situation behind him.
Unknowingly, the time has come to ten o'clock at night.
On the mountain road, the sky was dark, and the moon slowly lowered its light through the treetops.
Looking out the car window, in the mountains in the distance, the leaves of the trees are swaying, and there seems to be a howling wind.
Zhang Hao suddenly discovered that through the green mountains, there seemed to be a row of strange wooden buildings in front of him.
These wooden buildings are hidden among the mountains and are difficult to detect with the naked eye at night. The strangest thing is that these places are very quiet.
There were rows of wooden houses, almost covering one side of the mountain. However, under the night, not a single light was on, and not a single sound was heard.
"Are they watching me?"
Zhang Hao suddenly reacted.
He has arrived in the Valley of the Wicked.
It's just that unlike the Valley of the Wicked in the general sense, the Valley of the Wicked is not a place name, but a broad concept.
As long as there is no man's land here, it is within the scope of the Valley of the Wicked.
Sai Hu always went to a fixed place to gather, so he thought that was the Valley of the Wicked, but this was just a subconscious misunderstanding.
While Sai Huzhu got out of the car to check the space of the vehicles behind him, Zhang Hao opened the door and walked out.
Under the moonlight, Zhang Hao's body seemed to cast a shadow.
"Zhang Hao, do you need me to go with you?"
Wei Sihao was still sitting on the roof of the car and said boredly.
The sun during the day can dispel his resentment, and the moon at night can increase the purity of his resentment.
In short, no matter day or night, he didn't want to live in the iron skin, he just wanted to quietly blow the mountain breeze.
Zhang Hao waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to worry, and then walked forward lazily.
The flat mountains may seem far away, but the straight-line distance is actually only a few hundred meters.
Zhang Hao relied on the energy of the earth's veins in the mountains to walk through the mountains, just like crossing the plains, and came directly to a wooden house where a person had stayed.
"Open the door for convenience."
Zhang Hao said calmly. There was no sound in the house.
With a bang, the whole wooden house shook.
Although the heavy wooden house was made very strong, it could not withstand Zhang Hao's kick.
Zhang Hao kicked him and the whole house seemed to be about to burst.
There were bursts of dust in the room, and there was no sign that anyone had lived there, as if what Zhang Hao had just noticed was an illusion.
If Zhang Hao uses his eyes to confirm, this is indeed the only way.
But what he relied on was perception.
With the blessing of earth energy, no living person's breath can escape his perception.
Zhang Hao followed that breath and came to the bedside.
There is a huge wardrobe next to the bed. The wardrobe is locked and it seems impossible to hide anyone.
But under Zhang Hao's vision, this place was mixed with a strong murderous aura.
Zhang Hao let out a smile, and with a faint yin energy condensing in his hand, he slowly pressed it into the crack of the door.
Bang.
The door lock opened, revealing what was inside.
However, what shocked Zhang Hao was that when the door opened, what was revealed was not a living person, but fingers.
There are actually dozens of people's fingers placed in this wardrobe.
There were men and women, old and young. The oldest finger was completely shriveled, with almost only skin and bones left.
The younger ones seemed to come from a young girl in bloom, with a delicate plum blossom embroidered on her fingers.
And these fingers were sealed in a special sealed bag, wrapped in an almost light blue liquid, which seemed to be able to preserve their freshness, as if they had just been cut off from the human body.
On the jar next to these fingers lay the carcasses of several animals.
These jars, about half the size of an arm, in which the bodies were stored, still retain the fearful look of the animals before they died.
Zhang Hao was caught off guard and was almost startled, but he reacted immediately and almost laughed in anger at himself.
He was a man who had seen strong winds and waves, but he didn't expect to be frightened by this thing.
Zhang Hao was thinking about it when he saw the fingers inside the bag suddenly trembled. Each finger seemed to be aware of a stranger and kept shaking, as if trying to break free from it and scratch Zhang Hao's body.
If you are less courageous, you may have been frightened half of your life.
"Nonsense!"
Zhang Hao snorted coldly and suddenly shot out a burst of earth energy.
Under the blessing of the earth's energy, these fingers suddenly turned into charcoal.
The thing wrapped in the aura of earth veins is just the lowest aura.
The energy of earth veins didn't even bother to absorb this breath.
"The Valley of the Wicked is a bit interesting."
Zhang Hao murmured to himself, with a strange breath coming from the corner of his mouth.
If Wei Sihao were here, he could use the waste and give all these things to Wei Sihao.
Anyway, Wei Sihao is in the body of a zombie, and the most remarkable feature of zombies is that they can absorb all corrosive gases in the world.
For Wei Sihao, there is nothing they cannot absorb.
Wei Sihao had just woken up from the stone tablet, and he was willing to accept anything.
Zhang Hao moved to a wooden house, but still kicked him away violently without giving the other party any reaction.
Even if he wants to be polite to the other party, I'm afraid the other party won't appreciate it.
There is still no popularity in this room, but there are some changes.
The room was covered with bright red silk, but it was not a newlywed.
There was an altar placed in the center of the room, which was covered with layers of red and white paper. In the center of the table, there lay an old man who had been half corroded.
The old man's body was placed here. After years of corrosion, it had almost become one with the table.
Under the table, there was a basin, and most of the things in the basin were burned to ashes.
Zhang Hao checked the basin and found that although there were still some things in it, they could no longer be used.
As for the old man's corpse, it was just an ordinary corpse, without any breath, no air of death, and no resentment.
If the old man died normally, it would be quite normal. After all, he died for such a long time, at least a few years.
After a few years, even if there was any aura, it has long since dissipated.
"Placing the corpse here must be useful. Maybe it will wake up suddenly?"
Zhang Hao thought silently in his heart.
When he was in the formation, he had seen the special atmosphere of several dead people's sacrifices. As long as they went through the special sacrifice, no matter how long they had been dead, even if only a white bone was left after being corroded, they could instantly return to their souls.
"Maybe this old man is just a tool, or maybe he is the object of sacrifice. The real resurrected thing has left."
Zhang Hao thought thoughtfully and looked at other places in the room, but found nothing.
This room is too ordinary, so ordinary that except for the things on the table, there is nothing else to see.
Zhang Hao could only focus on the brazier on the ground again.
After a person dies, the brazier will be used to hold paper money and some sustenance after death.
In the traditional concept, after death, people will go to the underworld, but in the underworld, they will not die immediately, but will be judged based on what they did during their lifetime and gain longevity.
These days of living in the underworld can be regarded as a person's second life, and how he lives in the underworld depends on what sacrifices are given to him in the world.
"Are you waiting for me to sacrifice to you?"
Zhang Hao glanced at the corpse again, wrapped a trace of earth energy around his fingertips, and put it into the brazier.
The fire was ignited, and a faint scent of blood filled the room.
Zhang Hao frowned and slowly retreated to the door.
At this moment, a hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder.
Zhang Hao's expression suddenly changed, and the energy of the earth veins around his body exploded instantly. He turned around suddenly and punched him.
With a bang, Zhang Hao used his strength to fly to the side, and a figure flashed across his eyes.
Zhang Hao just wanted to see what that thing was, but found that the old man's body on the table had changed.
The energy of the earth's veins surrounded the opponent's body, and the body that had been more than half corroded actually gradually recovered.
A cold air gradually spread to the old man from the fire basin below.
It turns out the problem is in the brazier.
Zhang Hao saw it in his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Although he didn't know what had just entered the door, he would definitely come back as long as the old man had problems.
The reason is very simple.
The other party didn't come first and then later, but just in time when there was something wrong with the body.
This shows that the other party is also waiting for the corpse to change.
It doesn't matter to me, the other party must have been waiting for a long time.
"I want to see how long you can endure it."
Zhang Hao said calmly.
The corpse on the table obviously wanted to transform into a corpse, but it was suppressed by Zhang Hao's earth energy and could not get up at all.
The energy of the earth's veins in the corpse is very thin, and the ability to transform into a corpse relies on a very messy atmosphere. (End of chapter)