radicalducati 46. You... are not him.
46. You... are not him.
Jiang Chen tried to dodge, but before he could even think of it, a large hand had already grabbed his neck, like an iron clamp, firmly holding him in place. It easily lifted him up and pressed him against the wall behind him.
A cold touch came from the large hand on his neck. The hand was as hard as iron and contained terrifying strength. Jiang Chen had no doubt that the other party could easily twist or even crush his neck.
His back was pressed tightly against the wall, and the wall's hard, uneven, rough texture made his back ache.
The realistic touch and the sensation of pain clearly told Jiang Chen.
What was originally just an illusion depicting past history became real after the appearance of this zombie, possessing real sensory experiences and physical contact.
In this situation, he really is going to die.
The zombie's gaping maw slowly approached, and the pungent stench of death mixed with the smell of blood sprayed mercilessly onto Jiang Chen's face.
It seemed to be scrutinizing Jiang Chen intently, and after a moment, a hint of confusion and bewilderment flashed in its scarlet eyes.
He squeezed out a few words from his throat.
"You... are not him..."
"You can't be him...it can't be...it's not him..."
who is he?
This question lingered in Jiang Chen's mind.
After confirming that Jiang Chen was not someone he knew, the zombie suddenly swung its arm, as if discarding a worthless piece of trash, and slammed Jiang Chen away into the distance.
You...he...if he's not, then he's not. Why did you throw me away?
"Bang!"
Jiang Chen fell heavily to the ground. When he opened his eyes and got up, the historical illusion before him was no longer there.
At this moment, he fell into the Pit of Ten Thousand Bones. The bones beneath him, weathered for many years, were crushed by his weight. There were also several centipedes and venomous insects, and a poisonous snake crawled onto Jiang Chen's body.
Under the tutelage of sorcerers, they are fearless of living people and even crave their flesh and blood.
The illusion of history shattered, and the vortex formed by the resurrection incense in mid-air also disappeared.
Standing before the altar, Uncle Chen witnessed all the smoke, like rivers flowing into the sea, pouring into Jiang Chen's body.
He was so excited that his whole body was trembling, and his eyes were filled with uncontrollable fanaticism and greed.
From his perspective, it was Jiang Chen, the vessel, that played a role in absorbing all the Resurrection Incense.
He is now the fully ripe fruit.
In other words, it's time to reap the rewards!
At this moment, Jiang Chen's mind was still filled with the image of the zombie in the illusion, and the inexplicable words, "You are not him."
He originally thought that by re-entering the historical illusion, he could find the answers he wanted and resolve his inner confusion.
Unexpectedly, the fog of history is thick, and the confusion in my heart has not only not been resolved, but has been multiplied.
After the bronze coffin was opened, what came out was definitely not the zombie he had seen, because he didn't have any special feeling about it.
Moreover, he had already determined in the historical illusion that he could not get close to the being in the coffin, and that the two would always maintain a relatively safe distance.
So, where did the bronze coffin end up? And who is this zombie that suddenly appeared? Could he be the zombie king who slaughtered the entire underground experimental base?
So, who is this "he" that the zombie is talking about?
A multitude of doubts intertwined, creating a chaotic mess that left Jiang Chen with a furrowed brow and a restless, anxious state of mind.
As a result, even the sorcerer who was the enemy in front of them had to step back.
But Uncle Chen clearly didn't give Jiang Chen any more time to think.
"Hahaha... Mine, finally mine!!!"
Uncle Chen let out a burst of maniacal laughter. He had been waiting for this day for far, far, far too long.
Although he lived longer, how many thirty-year periods does one have in a lifetime? But if he could obtain the complete Resurrection Incense, he could have several more thirty-year periods.
Even immortality.
In order to seize the complete Resurrection Incense, he did not hesitate to reveal all his trump cards.
He bit his fingertip hard, ripped off the white cloth covering the altar, and smeared his bright red blood onto the black wooden altar in front of him.
"rise"
Beneath the white cloth lay a corpse pieced together from countless bones and then created through his refining process.
Its body and flesh were made from the living materials used in the experiments on the Resurrection Incense a hundred years ago.
He was shocked when he entered the area and discovered that these chunks of flesh and bones still retained a trace of life.
It was only after witnessing the miraculous power of the Resurrection Incense that his determination was strengthened, and he pursued it tirelessly.
The remains that filled this body were those of the seventy-eight prisoners who were killed in this prison.
They used a secret method to refine their internal organs, which were then stuffed into the monster's chest cavity like nourishment.
This is the Seven Soul Corpse, the ultimate weapon that Chen Bo has poured countless efforts into, believing to be comparable to the Zombie King.
"roar!"
The moment the Seven Soul Corpses were awakened, a chilling aura spread out, and the temperature of the entire underground space dropped instantly.
This is not just yin energy, but also a strong corpse energy, which is the best coolant for the yang energy possessed by the living.
Living people who stay in such an environment for too long will either have their lifespan shortened or even lose their lives.
As a living dead, Jiang Chen had the illusion of falling into an ice cave. The cold yin energy and corpse energy, like maggots clinging to his bones, invaded his body through his skin, making his body stiff and his bones ache faintly.
After just a few breaths of practice, Jiang Chen felt his joints completely frozen, making it impossible for him to stand up, and even moving his fingers was extremely difficult.
Only when he activated his lightning magic and electric patterns appeared did he gradually dispel the chilling cold that was corroding his body.
"roar!!"
The manipulated seven-soul corpses, their empty eyes glowing with a scarlet light, were like killing machines that had been turned on, and they turned into a blur as they rushed straight at Jiang Chen.
At this moment, Jiang Chen was still using lightning magic to dispel the yin energy and corpses. He could barely move, but he was completely unable to dodge the attacks of the Seven Soul Corpses.
Just as the seven-souled corpses lunged at Jiang Chen, about to tear his throat apart, at the critical moment...
clang!!!
In the darkness, the Grim Reaper's scythe, gleaming with a cold light, slashed out without warning.
With a dull thud, the massive scythe cleaved across the waist and abdomen of the Seven Soul Corpse.
Who else could own this Grim Reaper's scythe but Attorney Luo?
The Grim Reaper's scythe struck the Seven Soul Corpse as if it were hitting a piece of extremely hard metal, causing no damage whatsoever, only stopping its attack.
The Seven Soul Corpse's sharp claws with jet-black nails stopped in front of Jiang Chen, less than three centimeters from his handsome face.