PDLP Chapter 678 Hou Qing Who Doesn't Practice His Lower Body (3rd Update)
Chapter 678 Hou Qing Who Doesn't Practice His Lower Body (3rd Update)
Yang Lele had just finished speaking.
Zhang Sitian then delivered a karate chop to her forehead.
"Snapped--"
"Ouch!" Yang Lele cried out in pain, clutching her head.
Zhang Sitian said irritably, "I told you to study hard, but you wouldn't listen! You have to pull strings and use back channels? Even if we don't know anything about ancient history, you must have heard of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, right? The ancients talked about zombies a long time ago. And don't interrupt when others are telling stories in the future!"
After Zhang Sitian finished speaking, she looked at Zhang Yunfeng apologetically.
"You continue."
Zhang Yunfeng didn't feel that Yang Lele had interrupted him. On the contrary, the fact that Yang Lele was able to ask such a question proved that she was listening to him properly.
Therefore, Zhang Yunfeng did not show any anger at all.
He cleared his throat and continued, "The first thing Hou Qing thought of after transforming into a zombie with boundless magical power was to seek revenge on his former master—the Yellow Emperor! Naturally, he wanted revenge for the Yellow Emperor not collecting his corpse."
So, on a dark and windy night, Hou Qing launched a surprise attack on the Yellow Emperor's tribe's military camp. The attack caused a great yellow wind to blow and the soldiers to wail incessantly. After killing many soldiers, Hou Qing escaped unscathed.
When he learned that his general had been resurrected, the Yellow Emperor was overjoyed. However, when he heard that Hou Qing had been resurrected to seek revenge, the Yellow Emperor hesitated. He was unwilling to kill Hou Qing himself again.
So they appealed to the goddess Nuwa, requesting her to subdue Hou Qing. This is the painting we see today, "Nuwa Subduing Hou Qing!"
Speaking of it.
Zhang Yunfeng then fell silent.
He took out his thermos from his backpack and started drinking water.
Seeing this, everyone knew that the story was over.
You are now free to ask questions.
However, it was difficult for everyone to judge this story. Everyone knew that the ancients valued returning to one's roots, and Hou Qing's requirements were far from meeting the standard of returning to one's roots.
He simply wanted the Yellow Emperor to collect his body so that it wouldn't be left to rot in the wilderness.
But it was such a simple request.
Even the Yellow Emperor couldn't do that.
After all, he was being chased and beaten by the Chi You tribe at that time!
At this time.
Xie Wenjing suddenly frowned and asked, "Academician Zhang! Hou Qing in this painting clearly has his mouth open, and he looks like he's cursing. What is he cursing?"
Hear this.
Everyone turned their attention back to the coffin lid, awaiting Zhang Yunfeng's answer.
After finishing his water, Zhang Yunfeng put down his glass and said with a wistful expression:
"Hou Qing wasn't cursing; he was using his magic to cast a curse."
curse?
Hear these two words.
Those present felt a chill run down their spines.
Especially those who participated in the archaeological excavation of the Qi King's Tomb, they suffered from the curse of the Dragon King's Society back then, otherwise they would definitely have been able to pass through the Qi King's Tomb without any damage.
Zhang Yunfeng nodded and continued, "Moreover, Hou Qing's curse was neither on the Yellow Emperor nor on Nuwa! Nor was it on all living people; he cursed the dead."
"dead?"
Yang Lele stared wide-eyed in shock.
"What's so cursed about a dead person... What grudge does a dead person have against him?"
Hear the words.
Zhang Yunfeng smiled and said, "Hou Qing curses all the dead. Anyone who still harbors a shred of resentment in their heart is qualified to become a zombie just like him."
"All the rumors about the dead turning into zombies originated from this, and even the zombie movies that haunted your childhood were developed based on this statement."
This time, Yang Lele finally realized the truth!
So the zombie movies she loved watching since she was a child had such a background!
Qin An frowned and said, "So that means... this upright bronze coffin contains Hou Qing's corpse?"
Hear the words.
Zhang Yunfeng said somewhat uncertainly, "It should be pretty much the same! After all, there's no record of where Hou Qing's body was found in ancient myths! We'll only know once we open the coffin."
Qin An nodded.
Then, without hesitation, a decision was made!
Open the coffin!
He told the archaeological team to spread out to the back, then stepped forward, grabbed the lid of the bronze coffin, and pulled it back forcefully.
"Kekeke..."
Because the tomb chamber where this bronze coffin was located was dark and damp, and there was an even more damp pond in front of it, the bronze coffin had some rust marks on its surface.
These rust marks, along with the bronze coffin lid, look as if they were glued on with superglue.
Even Qin An had to expend considerable effort to forcibly separate the coffin lid from the body.
"Giggle-"
Instead of catching the coffin lid and letting it fall slowly, Qin An pried it open and jumped in front of the coffin, drawing his black gold ancient sword and eyeing the scene inside the bronze coffin with predatory intent.
"Puff-"
The heavy bronze coffin lid crashed onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust half a person's height.
Qin An's figure blocked the view of the bronze coffin, forming a straight line, so the live-streaming phone could not capture the scene inside the bronze coffin.
At this moment, the barrage of comments has already become an assembly line.
They all have four big characters on them!
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After a while.
Qin An was the first to voice a puzzled question: "Doesn't Hou Qing train his legs when he's working out?"
Hear this.
The archaeological team felt there was no danger, so they quickly went to Qin An's side. Only then could they see the scene inside the bronze coffin clearly.
A tall and robust man stood inside, his upper body incredibly strong. Even though he had been dead for over five thousand years, he still had plenty of muscle, though his flesh had turned black.
His face was extremely ferocious!
His mouth was covered in fangs that grew out haphazardly, his upper and lower jaws were so stretched that he could not close his mouth, his face was covered in a strange purplish-red skin, and his fingernails were as sharp as daggers.
But the strangest thing is...
The corpse's legs were very thin!
Its legs are on a completely different level from its massive upper body; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them chopsticks.
No wonder Qin An said that Hou Qing didn't train his legs when he was in the gym.
Gu Yang asked cautiously, "What do you think, Brother Qin An? Should we cut off his head beforehand, just in case he comes back to life later?"
Hear this.
Qin An hadn't spoken yet.
Shao Wei, who was standing at the back of the group, couldn't hold back any longer.
He rushed forward and spread his arms to block the bronze coffin. "No, no! We absolutely cannot cut off its head! This is Hou Qing! One of the legendary four progenitors of zombies! He's very valuable for research!"
"Why don't we just put the coffin lid back on? Let's pretend we were never here! That way it won't come back to life, right? Old Zhang! Say something! Don't you want to study this ancient corpse?"
to be frank.
Qin An could understand the researchers' approach to studying cultural relics to some extent, but standing in front of a corpse like that was a major taboo for tomb raiders!
Because this is equivalent to entrusting your back to a zombie that could rise from the dead at any moment!