"Have you seen many monsters? I have seen many ghosts. I have never seen any monsters. It is too difficult to cultivate monsters in the Dharma-Ending Age." Ma Xiaoling said in surprise.
Just like she said, she had never seen zombies in Xiangjiang before, let alone monsters, their Ma family is actually a pawn of fate, and is used to fight against zombies, creatures that can be controlled by fate.
Zhou Hao nodded: "I have seen a big fish and a Tai Sui. The Tai Sui has been practicing for thousands of years, but her cultivation is very poor. Maybe it's because of no martial arts."
Bai Suzhen, a thousand-year-old snake demon, can go to Kunlun Fairy Mountain to steal Ganoderma lucidum, and even defeat Lu Tongzi by one. You must know that Kunlun Mountain belongs to the fairy world, and any boy is a celestial immortal.
This is the power of having a serious inheritance. Bai Suzhen's master is Lishan's mother, also known as the Yuqing Saint Ancestor Zi Yuanjun, is a very ancient god.
In Zhou Hao's limited memory of the past, it seems that the mother of Lishan is at the same level as Fuxi and Nuwa. Oh! By the way, there is also a Bai Suzhen in the world of zombie.
However, her name is Bai Susu, it should not be the genuine one. The copycat version of Bai Suzhen is of average strength. Anyway, she can't even beat a second-generation zombie.
Therefore, demons with inheritance and demons without inheritance are not of the same magnitude.
Ma Xiaoling also wanted to ask some details. At this time, Chuyi looked at the canyon below and said, "Now the fog has dissipated, the road before is still there, let's find a place to camp first."
It's almost dark, so it's too dangerous to go on.
Hu Bayi: "I think everyone is tired enough, so let's just set up camp on the spot?"
"No! The altitude here is too high, and the altitude sickness between Uncle Ming and A Xiang is too severe. I'm afraid they can't hold on, so I'd better go to the bottom, which will help everyone rest." Shirley Yang said
Yan Beast Platform is just a legend. It seems that Shirley Yang doesn’t believe this legend very much. If the legend is true, there must be corpses below, and the smell is so stinking that camping is not a good place.
However, considering the temperature here, it was already below zero, and the corpse might not rot at all. Of course, Zhou Hao knew the plot, and he knew that the corpse of the beast below had long been gnawed by the white-haired wolf king's wolf pack.
But Shirley Yang didn't know, so her decision was very irrational.
Chuyi also agreed to this suggestion. Fortunately, they didn’t have to cross the single-plank bridge when they went down, otherwise Zhou Hao could come over with the snow, and those yaks would be in trouble.
The group came to the bottom of the valley. The temperature was still very high below, and there was no ice and the melting streams of snow-capped mountains were flowing.
Walking along the narrow canyon, more and more wild beast corpses appeared in front of everyone, and the smell of rottenness had already made Ma Xiaoling cover her nose.
Zhou Hao took out masks for several ladies intimately, and the men were not so spoiled.
After walking about a kilometer or two, they came to a spacious and clean canyon and lighted a campfire.
When burying the pot to cook, Zhou Hao did not take out the delicacies for storage space, but instead held up a pot and threw the canned meat into it. The water heated up, and the staple food was tsampa.
Is it still steamed buns and rice that I don’t eat here without eating tsampa? These foods were bought from several nearby herders in the first day of the New Year. After all, they didn’t have time to make much of them.
Peter Huang’s meal is the most delicious, and he licked the broth and tsampa cleanly.
"This guy eats very carefully," the fat man complained.
Zhou Hao believes that cherishing food is not a bad thing, so the fat man’s complaints are a bit annoying.
Peter Huang seemed to have not heard the fat man's words and carefully put the lunch box. Uncle Ming said lightly: "If you were a child, you could starve to death and eat so carefully."
The fat man didn't have that kind of experience. His father was a soldier. Although the family could not be said to be rich, at least he was not hungry.
He heard Uncle Ming say this and handed his tsampa to Peter Huang. Peter Huang looked at him coldly and did not take it over.
The fat man glared and said, "What are you looking at? I'm afraid I can't eat it and I can't waste it if I don't eat it!"
Zhou Hao had finished eating a long time ago. He was feeding horses and yaks there. He didn't bring much of the forage, so he couldn't let them eat openly.
After eating the snow, he arched Zhou Hao with his head. Zhou Hao had already felt its thoughts, "I didn't eat enough."
Zhou Hao was helpless. His storage space was full of food for people, and horses might not be able to eat it.
He thought about it and took out two packs of bread and dried it at the bonfire.
"Oh! Mr. Zhou, can I give me some of this bread?" Han Shuna smiled. She couldn't get used to eating tsampa and didn't eat much.
Zhou Hao nodded and threw a pack to her. She didn't eat alone and shared it with A Xiang.
Ma Xiaoling thought tsampa was delicious, so she had already eaten her full. When she saw Zhou Hao still baking bread, she couldn't help but complain: "Why are you not full yet? I just saw you eat tsampa for three people!"
Zhou Hao: "I'm eating for Taxue, it's not full yet!"
Han Shuna and Ah Xiang instantly felt that the bread in their mouths was no longer fragrant, and they actually took it out to feed the horse.
Zhou Hao fed the dried bread slices to Taxue, and started eating them with a bite of crispy bite.
This is Zhou Hao's own food, which is not public. Although some people feel sorry for it, no one stops it. No one cares about how others want to deal with their own things.
A yak next to him stretched his head, sighed Lulu, stepped on the snow and got angry, and kicked the yak's head with a hoof.
The yak was so scared that it hid away immediately. It must now feel that its head was buzzing!
"Okay, that's all." Zhou Hao patted the snow that was still unsatisfied and prepared to leave.
Ak, who was sitting there and entering into meditation, suddenly opened his eyes. At this time, Axiang's eyes also widened, as if he had seen something terrifying.
Zhou Hao seriously suspected that this girl was not as simple as Yin and Yang eyes, and that she should have the skills to perceive dangers.
At this moment, Hu Bayi shouted: "Boss Zhou, Ak, come and have a look!"
Hu Bayi and Shirley Yang were studying a bunch of bones not far away at this time.
Zhou Hao and Ake walked over.
Hu Bayi shone a flashlight on the middle of a pile of bones on the ground. There was an eyeball mark there. As long as it was an eyeball mark, it must be related to the Demon Kingdom.
At this time, Uncle Ming and Ma Xiaoling also came over. He must be afraid that Hu Bayi would not tell them what he found.
"This seems to be the mark of the Demon Kingdom. Is there anything Ak's Book of Songs said?" Hu Bayi said
Ak thought for a while and said, "On the full moon night, the slaves of the Demon Kingdom will drive away the creatures to sacrifice to the reincarnated ghost mother."
Shirley Yang Xi said: "In other words, this is really a place for sacrificial sacrifices in the Demon Kingdom. Those wild beasts were driven down and killed by slaves from the Demon Kingdom?"
This means that they are getting closer and closer to the nine-story demon building.
Ak nodded and said, "It should be like this."
As a poet of the Heavenly Scholars, the history of the Demon Kingdom he understood was all from the memories of the Book of Songs he awakened, so it was not 100% accurate. If you misunderstand the meaning of the poem, it would be a slight mistake.
Chapter completed!