I Can’t Play This Game Anymore

Ji Hanxin said that he didn't just lick the bag in front of his face.

You can pinch people's noses, touch their faces, search their bodies and take arrows, but you won't get so angry that you twist their necks 180 degrees, right?

Ji Han responded:

"Is it too late to say sorry now?"

Chen Ke also recovered from the shock and asked in a low voice:

"What should I do? Do I want to fight or something?"

But the corpse of the Hun leader made no other move except turning his head, as if his neck should be like that.

Song Qian shook her head and said:

"Don't act rashly yet. It doesn't matter if you knock him down, but if you're afraid of using your hands, Brother Han won't have the chance to check the writing on the wall. Since he didn't launch an attack, the three of us will fight first. Brother Han, please translate the writing on the wall as soon as possible. , see if there are any clues about the divine pillar."

Ji Han nodded and said:

"Then you keep an eye on him first, and if anything happens, tell me immediately and I will translate as soon as possible."

Ji Han doesn't want to take action here easily. After all, there are so many strange myceliums around, and the method of turning into a living corpse has not been found yet. If you are not careful, it will be bad if you end up together.

He turned to look at the strange words on the wall. Although the words were neatly carved, the shape was really obscure and difficult to decipher. Even with the help of the Quantum Wave translation package, the small aperture still rotated for a long time.

In order to save time, Ji Han directly gave everyone a brief summary of the translated contents.

This tribe was composed of slaves who escaped from the Western Zhou Dynasty.

They fled west for their lives and originally planned to settle down by the Crescent Moon Spring, but this was the territory of the Quanrong tribe, and they often encountered encirclement from other tribes.

The clan leader accidentally discovered a strange black stone in the well.

Although this thing cannot kill people, it can cause huge changes in objects and create new spaces.

So the clan leader led the clansmen and relied on the power of strange stones to dig through the black mountain and create such a huge underground space as the foundation for the survival and development of the clansmen.

Eggplant interjected:

"After working on it for a long time, these guys turned out to be the Western Zhou Dynasty version of the Peach Blossom Spring."

Ji Han nodded and said:

"Yes, and it seems that the strange black stone they found should be the divine pillar."

Chen Ke smiled and said:

"Use the divine pillar to dig a hole in the ground, but they can't figure it out. It's really a golden hoe digging into the ground."

Song Qian asked:

"Brother Han, what's next? Did they dig this crack too?"

As the newly translated text appears, Ji Han continues to summarize.

After digging through, everyone discovered this huge underground crack.

This crack is simply a miracle. The patriarch told everyone that this is the guidance of the gods and this is the road to the ancient gods.

Because the surrounding area is relatively warm and protected by the gods, everyone built their living place here.

However, after the well was dug, the water level outside suddenly rose, submerging the original way out of the well.

Fortunately, the tribesmen built hidden passages on the city gates on both sides that lead to the outside, allowing everyone to enter and patrol.

As the tribe continues to grow, we no longer throw the bodies of the dead directly to the ancient gods under the cracks like before.

Instead, start building our own cemetery.

Under the leadership of the clan leader, everyone once again relied on the strange rocks to dig all the way here, and finally opened the entrance to the underground Shinto.

I saw a sacred tree with white light growing out of the underground divine realm.

The clan leader believes that this is the last guidance he has received from the gods since the strange rocks and cracks.

So he decided to place the clan's cemetery here, and stored the strange stones in his residence deep in the cracks, never to be used again.

Sure enough, not long after, under the guidance of the gods, the patriarch taught us how to keep the corpses that should have rotted as they were and resurrect our friends who should have died.

As long as these white sacred tree threads are wrapped around the corpse and then poured with water, the corpse will not rot for a long time.

And as long as the dead person is fed a soul-attracting insect wrapped with a white sacred tree thread, the dead person can be resurrected again.

However, whether the resurrection is successful depends on the person's luck. Some people will be stable and peaceful after resurrection, while some people will start killing people after resurrection.

No matter which one it is, the resurrected person will have the body of a god, no longer afraid of any pain, and can recover even if he is cut, because these are gifts from the ancient underground gods.

The patriarch will send the resurrected people down the crack so that they can physically enter the divine realm.

According to the clan's regulations, ordinary people are buried in tombs with walls on the outside.

The more respectful a person is to the gods, the more qualified they are to be buried near the entrance to the underground Shinto and enjoy the protection of the gods.

But as the number of tombs decreases, the number of people who want to enter the divine realm increases.

The already very old patriarch finally made a decision that went against his ancestors:

Ask all the tribesmen to follow him along the platform at the entrance of the tomb and jump into the crack leading to the divine realm. He will open the door to the underground divine realm for us.

Before leaving, I will record these and leave them to the mortals who will meet me in the future.

After finishing all these contents in one breath, not to mention everyone present, even Ji Han himself was a little surprised.

After working on it for a long time, it turned out that the disappearance of this tribe was not due to any external environment or monsters, but because of the superstitious patriarch who committed suicide with his tribe.

Eggplant scolded:

"Fuck, I've long said that feudal superstitions can't be left behind. This is a living example. Good guy, is it okay if a tribe collectively jumps off a cliff?"

Ji Han nodded and said:

"But this also means that we are facing a lot less danger. They committed suicide and were not killed by some horrible creatures. There should be no impact on our mission later. "

Speaking of missions and divine pillars, Song Qian turned around and said:

"In other words, the sacred pillar they call the 'strange stone' should still be deep in the crack above. We should go up and walk in."

Chen Ke frowned and said:

"We still have to go up, but what is that 'soul-attracting insect' they are talking about that can resurrect people? I don't want to deal with resurrected corpses in the water anymore. There are still corpses of an entire tribe lying down here. "

Ji Han shook his head and said:

"There is no detailed discussion. Maybe after such a long time, the insect has become extinct. At that time, the tribe was able to dig so deep, and it is estimated that they saw many species that did not exist on the surface."

Eggplant nodded and said:

"Don't mention it, but it reminds me of a Russian movie I saw before. It tells the story of a Russian underground drill that dug up weird and dangerous underground bacteria, which caused all the participants to be parasitic and killed."

Ji Han had also seen it and replied:

"It was adapted from the deepest underground drilling of mankind, the Soviet Union's Kola drilling. It is said that after digging to a position of 12,000 meters underground, the cry of ghosts came from inside, and things that humans could not understand were discovered. Later. I don’t know why the drill hole was sealed. Thinking about it, it’s a bit similar. These ancient tribes were killed by mysterious fungi that they couldn’t understand when they dug to this depth. But we modern humans, when we dug deeper, encountered It’s normal to encounter incomprehensible things. I just hope we won’t be destroyed by the things underground.”

Eggplant scolded:

"Hey, don't worry about the collective fate of mankind. How to deal with the Hun leader in front of us? He is just sitting there with his neck broken and looking at us. Damn it, he moved!"