Chapter 269 Coffin. (First Update! Please Subscribe!)

Ding, ding, ding...

The sound of hammers hitting metal echoed in the shed.

The bellows were pulled and whirred, and the blazing flames whistled up again and again, bursting with scorching breath and scattering.

The shirtless adult villagers stood in front of the anvil, hitting the metal embryo in front of them fiercely. Every time the heavy hammer fell, a large burst of sparks splashed.

The old man with gray hair and beard walked slowly in the whole shed with his hands behind his back, constantly pointing out someone's mistakes.

At this time, Zhou Zhen held a hammer in his left hand and a brick in his right hand, looking at the cold anvil in front of him, and kept trying to recall in his heart.

But after thinking for a long time, he couldn't remember what he was going to do next except for forging iron.

He gradually frowned, this feeling was very familiar!

It was as if he had experienced it many times before!

After a moment of confusion, Zhou Zhen turned his head and looked to the side.

Next to him stood an adult villager who was sweating. He was skinny and had a yellow face. He was obviously malnourished for a long time, but at this moment, his face was red and his eyes were shining, and he looked very excited.

He raised a heavy hammer high and smashed it hard on a hoe-like embryo on the anvil.

The hoe-like embryo only had a preliminary shape now, and its final form could not be fully determined. Its texture looked very unique. First of all, it must be metal, but if you look closely, you can find that it is not an ordinary metal.

The whole is matte silver-white, but it is not silver. There are inconspicuous small patterns on the surface, which look dense and scary.

Zhou Zhen's eyes were immediately attracted by this special material. After carefully distinguishing it, he quickly recognized that this metal... is a special alloy for riot control mechas!

How could this simple and primitive blacksmith shop make such an alloy? !

Zhou Zhen frowned even more tightly. He couldn't remember why he was here.

But he didn't forget the knowledge about compatible people at all.

This special alloy is not a product of this era at all!

At this moment, the old man with gray hair and beard had turned around the whole shed. When he turned around, he saw Zhou Zhen standing in front of the anvil in a daze, and he didn't move. The old man immediately urged: "Bobo, what are you doing?"

"Hurry up!"

The old man's voice was sonorous and powerful, as if it was some kind of high-priority order that people could not disobey or resist.

The moment Zhou Zhen heard these words, his mind suddenly became confused. His eyes were scattered, and he picked up the brick in a daze and put it on the anvil. At the same time, his limbs raised the hammer uncontrollably and smashed the brick hard...

Dang! ! !

There was a crisp sound, and sparks flew.

Zhou Zhen's head suddenly felt a sharp pain.

In an instant, all the lost, ignorant, and ignored memories surged back into his mind like a flood.

He remembered that he followed the "Nine-Tailed Fox" and entered the time tunnel from Qingquan Valley...

He also remembered that he traveled through time and space and became a ragged, hungry child, lying in a thin-skinned coffin...

It seemed that someone knocked on his coffin from outside during the journey...

He also remembered that in order to see the situation outside clearly, he took out the bricks in the pillow... No, he pulled his skull out of his head and held it outside the coffin for observation.

Then...

And...

It was very cold inside the coffin, as if he was in an ice cellar; outside the coffin, it was even colder!

Until he ran to the village chief's house, knocked the village chief's youngest son Ji Li unconscious, and stuffed his skull into Ji Li's head. After using the other's body, he recovered some of his "digital energy"...

Next...

Next...

In addition, when he came to the blacksmith shop just now, he met "Ares". The other party wanted something in his hand. He thought it was a worthless brick, but in fact, the other party wanted his skull!

Including now, he is practicing ironwork, hammering...

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhen suddenly woke up. He looked carefully and found that he was placed on a gray, cold anvil. He seemed to be imprisoned by a powerful invisible force and could not move at all.

In front of him, stood a child in ragged clothes. The child's thin arms stretched out from the rotten sleeves. His skin was frozen and blue. His tender little face was wrinkled at this moment. His whole head was shriveled as if there were no bones. Against the background of the orange-red firelight, it looked like the remaining fruit on the top of the persimmon tree in the yard of the village chief's house.

This child was "Bobo"!

The body he had been using since he entered here!

At this moment, Bobo was holding a hammer in his hand, swinging it in the air and smashing it hard on his head.

Ding!

The hammer hit Zhou Zhen's head hard, and he immediately felt a sharp pain in his head.

Fortunately, the "digital energy" he recovered helped him offset most of the impact.

In addition, Bobo himself was not very strong, so although the blow was painful, Zhou Zhen did not lose consciousness directly, and he could still think normally.

Zhou Zhen was shocked and immediately adjusted his sight to observe the surroundings.

Since he was just a skull now, his vision was very limited, and he could only see a few adult villagers who were also working on ironwork.

The whole body of these villagers was reflected in the firelight, red and coated with a false blood color. The bodies that looked normal just now were all deeply shriveled up, as if they were a Northeastern jelly that had been sucked dry. Pears, human skin without bone support is distorted and distorted.

They didn't seem to feel anything was wrong at all, and they were still wielding hammers and continuing to strike iron.

Ding ding ding... ding ding ding ding...

Intense banging sounds, accompanied by flying sparks, were everywhere in the shed.

What was placed on the anvil in front of them was not the alloy Zhou Zhen had just seen, but the bones of these people themselves.

Skull, leg bones, hip bones, hip bones...

The bones in various parts were placed quietly on the anvil, forcibly fixed by iron pliers, waiting for the ruthless fall of the hammer.

clang!

At this time, the hammer hit Zhou Zhen's head for the third time.

The familiar sharp pain came again, and Zhou Zhen felt that his "digital energy" had bottomed out instantly, and a hair-like crack immediately appeared on his pale and glorious skull.

A strong anger suddenly emerged in Zhou Zhen's heart, and at the same time, dense numbers began to flow from the crack on his skull.

Those numbers gathered together and piled up, like dark liquid. After quickly overflowing from the cracks, they did not drip toward the anvil and the ground like ordinary liquids. Instead, they climbed up the entire skull against gravity, quickly covering the skull completely. It's like a new, weird skin is quickly forming on this bone.

clang! ! !

The child, whose head was shriveled and looked like a persimmon in the blazing fire, raised the hammer high and hit Zhou Zhen's skull for the fourth time.

The cracks on the skull further expanded, and countless numbers swarmed out in an instant, as if a floodgate had been opened.

The child raised the hammer again and hit Zhou Zhen's skull for the fifth time.

Bang!

This time, as soon as the hammer fell, it was firmly blocked in mid-air by an arm made entirely of numbers!

This digital arm condenses countless squirming numbers, and is filled with thrilling and terrifying energy. The other end of the arm comes from the cracks in the skull, which looks weird and scary.

Numbers are still flowing out of the cracks in the skull.

These numbers completely covered the skull, and then flowed toward the bottom of the skull. In the blink of an eye, the numbers outlined the outline of a body, and with the torso as the center, limbs quickly sprouted.

With just a snap of his fingers, a humanoid silhouette composed entirely of numbers stood up from the anvil.

Click!

Zhou Zhen's arm blocking the hammer exerted a slight force, and instantly crushed the entire hammer into powder.

"The energy has finally been restored!"

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Yue's Blacksmith Shop.

Squeak!

The courtyard door opened and Yue Bo sent No. 127 out.

No. 127 was carrying a large, semi-old basket on his back. The basket was filled with a variety of brand-new farm tools, including hoes, sickles, rakes...each one had a cold radiance and looked extremely sharp.

They filled the big basket in various directions, like a harvest.

"Yue Bo, thank you very much." No. 127 stood at the door of the courtyard and said to Yue Bo, "I owe you the debt for now. I will send you the things I promised later."

Yue Bo nodded nonchalantly: "As a fellow villager, you can just give it to me when you have time. You can also bring it over in three to five days."

The two exchanged a few words, and No. 127 walked out of the courtyard. Before taking two steps, he heard Yue Bo closing the courtyard door behind him.

He did not look back, but walked forward quickly, preparing to find Captain Liao and others as soon as possible, and immediately distribute the equipment to increase the combat effectiveness of the official ghost team.

Ta, tap, tap...

There was no one in the village now. No. 127 was walking alone in the empty alleys with a big basket on his back. As he walked, he suddenly felt that the farm tools on his back were getting lighter and lighter, as if they no longer existed at all.

No. 127 suddenly felt a little strange. He had no "digital energy" now, and he was using a body that was in a very bad condition. Carrying such a basket of farm tools would normally consume a lot of energy.

But now, after walking so much, I don’t feel tired at all?

Just as he was thinking about it, No. 127 suddenly stumbled, as if he tripped over something, but he quickly stabilized his body with his four legs.

At the same time, he looked back at the ground he had just walked on. Although the compacted mud had some footprints and ruts from wheelbarrows, it was generally flat and there were no rugged holes.

No. 127 suddenly frowned, and his seventeen eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, but found nothing wrong.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest and thought seriously about what happened just now?

At the same moment, he stretched out three more arms, scratched his back, and stretched out a palm to scratch his head.

127's human form has become very blurry. All the farm tools he bought from the blacksmith shop have disappeared. Instead, he has grown countless arms and legs.

Soon, No. 127 figured out the situation.

He probably wasn't tripped by something on the road just now, but when he was walking, his fourth leg accidentally blocked the third leg, so he almost lost his balance...

Thinking of this, No. 127 no longer felt anything was wrong and immediately walked towards the village chief's house.

The village is so poor that it is almost impossible to eat meat.

From adults to children, they have been in famine for many years.

Now he has so many extra arms and legs, he can cut a few of them and make soup to nourish the children in the village...

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The sticky mist is like overlapping spider webs.

The black-clothed messenger and the observer rushed into the thatched house of the village chief with all their strength. Before they could see what was inside, they immediately closed the door and bolted it!

Feeling that the door was firmly closed, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief, not bothering to wipe the cold sweat on their foreheads, and their eyes quickly scanned the whole house.

After taking a look at the furnishings in the main house, the observer quickly said, "It seems that no one is in the house!"

The black-clothed messenger nodded and said quickly, "Inside this coffin shop, you can only move forward, there is no other direction to move."

"After the three official 'ghosts' have dealt with the people from the 'Twelve Sages', they will definitely come to find us immediately!"

"See if there is a back door or window here."

"We go through the back door or window!"

"Hurry!"

While speaking, the black-clothed messenger immediately walked towards the side room on the left side of the main house, opposite the kitchen, and the observer hurriedly followed.

Squeak!

The two pushed open the door of the side room and walked in quickly.

The side room was as dead silent as the outside, and there seemed to be no life at all.

As soon as the door was opened, a pile of dust fell from the top, fluttering in the dim light.

This side room is not big, only about 7 or 8 square meters. There is a window on the wall diagonally opposite the door. The window is very small, and a few thatched grasses are stuffed inside to block the wind. The cold air is still pouring in through the gap, making the temperature in the room almost the same as the temperature outside.

I don’t know if it is for the purpose of blocking the wind, the position of the window is very high even for adults.

There is a low bed in the corner, a bit like a footstool, covered with straw and a tattered quilt, and two figures are lying on their backs in the quilt.

They closed their eyes and were very quiet. Judging from their faces, they were the village chief Chu Hu and his wife Shu Tao.

The two people did not react at all to the black-clothed messenger and observer who suddenly broke in, as if they were sleeping very deeply.

Before the black-clothed messenger and observer came in, they did not notice the existence of the village chief and his wife. Instantly, their muscles were tense, and they held their breath and observed for a moment. When they were sure that Chu Hu and Shu Tao had no intention of waking up, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Bang!

At this time, a dull knocking sound suddenly came from the door of the thatched house.

The three official "ghosts" are chasing after them!

The black-clothed messenger and the observer frowned, and the observer immediately stepped forward, walked completely into the side room, and closed the door of the side room with his backhand.

The two were about to run straight to the small window, and suddenly found that this side room became extremely crowded.

They tried hard to move towards the window, but they seemed to be like a small fly wrapped in amber, unable to move at all.

The black-clothed messenger and the observer immediately felt that something was wrong. The whole dark and cold side room, at some point, turned into a thin-skinned coffin with air leaking out!

At this moment, the two of them were lying in this coffin, and the coffin lid had just been closed by their own hands.

Under the coffin, there were two yellowed dry bones.

The flesh and blood of the two dry bones had melted away, and there was no trace of their appearance before death, but they were wearing patched clothes, and they were Chu Hu and Shu Tao who were in the side room just now!