It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Chapter 733 Bronze Face, Ten Witches of Mount Ling

Liu Zheng circled the stone wall but found nothing unusual.

"Open sesame!"

He stared at the stone wall for two seconds, then suddenly shouted.

"Open the door quickly, don't think I don't know you're not home."

"Sister-in-law, open the door quickly, it's my brother."

"FBI, open the door!"

"Are you stupid?"

After Liu Zheng had been performing his performance art for half a day, Shibi could no longer hold back.

As the surface of the stone gradually peeled away, a bronze human face emerged from the stone wall.

"Only an idiot would call someone an idiot."

He immediately retorted.

"You dare to insult me? Do you believe I won't let you in?"

The bronze face threatened.

"Then do you believe I'll shoot you dead?"

Liu Zheng brought out the "small-scale attack against a large force" and "the hell before his eyes".

Although the stone wall in front of him wasn't towering, it was still more than a hundred times larger than him.

"So what if you can shoot a hole in me? I'm so big, the wound a bullet can cause is nothing to me, not even a pimple."

The bronze face mocked.

"You are the stone wall, but the stone wall is not you."

Liu Zheng said calmly.

"how do you know?"

The bronze face showed a slight change in expression.

"If you were Stone Wall, you should have said 'Believe me or not, I'll crush you' when you threatened me just now."

he replied.

"It's that simple?"

The bronze-faced man said in disbelief.

"It's that simple."

Aren't you afraid you're wrong?

The bronze-faced man pressed on with the question.

"So what if I guessed wrong? I didn't actually fire a shot. As long as you're willing to talk, we can still have a proper discussion."

Liu Zheng looked like a rogue.

"I don't know if you're smart or stupid. If you weren't the only one who's been robbing tombs for decades, I would have killed you right now."

The bronze face remained silent.

"Hey, don't get so angry. My name is Liu Zheng, what's your name, brother?"

He asked with a grin.

“Wu Qi”.

The bronze face replied.

"Good name!"

Liu Zheng raised his large tentacles.

"What's so good about it?"

The bronze-faced man asked deliberately.

"First of all, in terms of the shape of the characters, both characters are symmetrical from left to right, which conforms to geometric aesthetics."

"Secondly, in terms of the meaning of the characters, Qi represents abundance and vastness. Combined with the surname Wu, it has a mysterious and wild feel, yet it is also upright and honest."

He thought for a moment and then replied.

"I didn't expect you to actually have some knowledge. It's a pity you're not a pure-blooded human, so I can't let you go."

The bronze-faced man said regretfully.

"Although my body is tainted by the bloodline of an evil god, my heart remains pure and innocent. Have you ever heard of the 'Refusal Faction'? It's a faction composed of pure-blooded human employees in the city hall, who have always worked for the benefit of humanity and fought for its future. I am, in my humble opinion, a member of that faction, and I have made considerable contributions."

Liu Zheng said.

"It's no use telling me this. The rules set by the tomb owner are that only pure-blooded humans can enter the tomb unconditionally. Even if I wanted to let you in, I wouldn't let you through."

The bronze-faced man said.

"I believe Brother Wuqi will be able to come up with a compromise."

He said, not discouraged.

Since the tomb keeper entrusted him with the task of robbing this tomb and specifically emphasized that there is also a martial arts world within the tomb, there must be a way to resolve the issue without violence.

"this one"

The bronze-faced man clicked his tongue but didn't continue.

"No rush, clear your throat and think slowly."

Liu Zheng took out a bottle of silver label, uncorked it, and held it to its mouth.

"Dukang wine!"

The bronze face sniffed, a look of rapture on its face.

“Brother, you have good taste. Indeed, this is the silver label wine produced by Dukang Winery. This bottle is worth a fortune outside, and I had a lot of trouble to get my hands on it.”

He raised his large tentacles in praise.

Anyway, the numbers in idioms are all figurative, so he's not exactly lying.

"Now that I've become like this, even if the wine tastes good, I can only taste less than one-tenth of it, which is a waste of its potential."

The bronze-faced man sighed.

"It has always been said that good wine is for heroes, but there is no reason for heroes to be paired with good wine. It is a blessing for it to be drunk by you, brother. There is no such thing as wasting it."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

"You really think so?"

The bronze-faced man looked at him and asked.

"of course."

Liu Zheng nodded earnestly.

No matter how precious something is, it's just something, and it will never be as important as a living person.

Of course, this refers to his relatives and friends, or at least people with whom he has no grudges.

If it were his enemy, taking an extra breath of air would be enough to secure his death.

"Okay, then I'll obey your command."

The bronze-faced figure bit the bottle opening and gulped down the entire bottle of silver label liquor.

"Hiccup~ Good wine, good wine indeed."

It burped and then exclaimed how enjoyable it was.

Although the taste of the alcohol was a bit bland, the fact that I could drink it was already a joy enough.

"Come on, a few more bottles."

Liu Zheng then took out a bottle of silver label and two bottles of bronze label.

"You look shabby, but I never expected you to be a big merchant."

The bronze-faced man quipped.

"Hey, it's just a small business to earn a living. If you were a big merchant, would you need to rob tombs?"

He sighed.

"Don't be upset. If you manage to get out alive, you'll have enough to live comfortably."

The bronze face offered words of comfort.

"Brother, you're willing to let me in?"

Liu Zheng exclaimed in delight.

"It's not that I'm letting you go, it's that the rules are letting you go."

The bronze face shook its head, then stuck out a dried tongue.

"Come, drip a drop of blood onto my tongue. If you have the blood of the tomb's occupant, you too can enter the tomb."

"Ok."

He did as instructed, making a cut on the tentacle and dripping blood onto the bronze face's tongue.

The parched tongue, saturated with blood, instantly turned rosy and plump, exuding an eerie aura.

The bronze-faced man retracted his tongue, smacked it twice, and then shook his head.

"You do not have the bloodline of the tomb owner and may not enter."

it said.

"Are there any other methods?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"No rush. I've noticed something interesting in your blood. Have you been under a Nightmare Spell?"

The bronze-faced figure asked, “That’s right. A friend of mine had a granddaughter who was under a spell of nightmare suppression. To save her, I transferred the spell to myself and used my own luck to suppress it.”

He said.

"Tsk, using luck to suppress the nightmare, who taught you that method?"

The bronze-faced figure asked with a look of disdain.

"He's someone I know. Is there something wrong with this method?"

"There's no problem, it's just that I'm too stupid. If it were me, I would have at least nine better ways, nine."

The bronze face said proudly.

"Brother, you're awesome!"

Liu Zheng looked on with admiration.

"Alright, stop flattering me. What's the name of that person who used the Nightmare Suppression Technique?"

The bronze-faced man asked.

"His name is Gongyang Xin."

"As expected, they are from the Gongyang family."

It sneered.

"Does the Gongyang family know you, brother?"

"Of course we know each other; in fact, our two families are related."

The bronze-faced man said.

"Oh? What do you say?"

Liu Zheng asked cooperatively.

Do you know the Ten Witches of Mount Ling?

"never heard of that."

He shook his head.

“When Nuwa mended the sky, she died from exhaustion, and her intestines transformed into ten divine beings. These ten divine beings initially lived on Mount Ling and were known as the Ten Witches of Mount Ling.”

"The ten shamans of Lingshan are Wu Xian, Wu Ji, Wu Qi, Wu Peng, Wu Gu, Wu Zhen, Wu Li, Wu Di, Wu Xie, and Wu Luo."

"They could communicate with heaven and earth, serve ghosts and gods, make medicines, perform divination, and avert disasters and calamities; they were the origin of 'shamanism'."

"Later, the descendants of the Ten Witches became more and more numerous, and the Spirit Mountain could not support them, so the Ten Witches took them all to the Chestnut Field and let them multiply and thrive there."

"At first, the descendants of the ten witches lived happily together. But nothing lasts forever. As time went on, many conflicts arose among the descendants of the ten witches, and they even began to hurt each other."

"When the problem first appeared, the Ten Witches tried to mediate the dispute, but as more and more people joined and the disputes multiplied, they couldn't handle it even with their extraordinary abilities."

"Later on, the Ten Witches themselves were affected by the contradictions of their descendants, and began to debate and quarrel, which eventually turned into a fight."

"In the end, Wu Xian, the leader of the Ten Witches, could not stand it any longer. So he used his great magic to relocate all the tribes of the Ten Witches to different places thousands of miles apart, and he also covered up the secrets of heaven so that the Ten Witches could not sense the location of their descendants."

“The other nine witches were furious about this, believing that even though Wu Xian was the head of the ten witches, he could not make such a decision on his own. So they joined forces to seal him and Lingshan together, and then each left and disappeared without a trace.”

"From then on, the Ten Witches of Lingshan became history."

The bronze face slowly began to speak.

"Distance makes things better than proximity; when there are too many people, they should either unite or separate; living together in a mixed manner is definitely not a good idea."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"Yes, these principles have long been understood by later generations. However, back when humanity was still in its infancy, the fact that our ancestor Wu Xian could take decisive action before bloodshed had become a common occurrence was a testament to his extraordinary wisdom."

The bronze face sighed.

"Are you a descendant of Wu Xian, brother?"

he asked.

"No, my ancestors were Wuzhen, while the Gongyang family were descendants of Wudi. Our Wuzhen tribe has always used Wu as our surname, while the descendants of Wudi branched out and had many different surnames. The Gongyang family is one of them."

“Most of our Wuzhen tribe has always lived in seclusion in the cave, only sending a small number of people to travel in the world. As a result, the Gongyang family came to us and identified themselves, asking us to help them find the whereabouts of Lingshan in exchange for clues about the remains of the Wuzhen ancestors.”

"Unexpectedly, their search for Mount Ling was a pretense; their true aim was to covet the wealth accumulated by our Wuzhen tribe over the years. We had just brought the Gongyang family's representatives into the cave for negotiations when they stormed in with a group of cultivators."

"The Wuzhen tribe had not practiced the art of killing for a long time, and caught off guard, they were slaughtered in a single encounter, with blood flowing like a river. If the chieftain had not activated the formation left by their ancestors and transferred some of the tribesmen out of the cave, the Wuzhen tribe would have become history like Mount Ling."

The bronze-faced man continued.

"Did you get your revenge later?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"No."

The bronze-faced figure shook its head.

"When we recovered our strength and wanted to take revenge on the Gongyang family, we learned that they had been wiped out for getting involved in the struggle for the throne."

"Tsk, what goes around comes around."

He twitched the corner of his mouth.

“We have been searching for any surviving descendants of the Gongyang family, but without success. We never imagined that they had moved to the metropolis. No wonder we couldn’t find them anywhere.”

The bronze-faced man said.

"Oh yeah, aren't they saying you lose your memory after moving here? How do you remember so much?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"The bloodline of the Ten Witches of Mount Ling naturally has its unique characteristics. Moreover, the memories are not lost, but merely sealed. As time goes by, the memories will slowly be unsealed, but the speed and content vary from person to person. The underlying principle is unknown."

The bronze face replied.

"I see."

He suddenly said.

This also answered one of his questions: where did so many cultural customs and cultivation systems in the metropolis come from?

"What about that guy named Gongyang Xin?"

The bronze-faced man asked.

"He has already been beheaded by me."

Liu Zheng said.

Does she have any relatives?

"I don't know, I'll look into it later."

He shook his head.

"Okay, find them, then kill them for me, don't let a single one escape."

The bronze human face has a ferocious expression.

"Should I bring them over so you can do it yourself?"

"This time, the tomb keeper forcibly brought the tomb to light. Even if you come again next time, you won't be able to find this place."

The bronze-faced man shook his head.

"Fine, I'll offer their heads as a sacrifice to you from afar."

He shrugged.

"Although I can't be considered alive in my current state, I'm still a bit far from being dead."

The bronze-faced man spoke with a strange expression.

"Haha, then best wishes from afar. By the way, I also know someone surnamed Wa Chang. Is he also a descendant of the Ten Witches of Mount Ling?"

Liu Zheng thought of the boy in pajamas.

"So the Wa Chang clan has come to the metropolis too? That's right, they are descendants of the Witch Goddess. Hmm."

The bronze face pondered for a moment, then suddenly opened its mouth and spat out a piece of blood-stained wood.

"what is this?"

He caught the piece of wood and asked.

“Back then, the ancestors Wuzhen and Wugu had a dispute. In a fit of anger, Wugu smashed Wuzhen’s mask, but her hand was also cut by the shards. This is her blood.”

"Give it to the Wa Chang clan, and they should reward you handsomely."

The bronze-faced man said.

"How embarrassing."

As Liu Zheng spoke, he unhesitatingly put the wooden piece into the broken mandarin duck pouch.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’ve already altered the Nightmare Suppression Technique within you. It will help you identify members of the Gongyang family. If you encounter a member of the Gongyang family and don’t kill him, you will suffer endless torment until you kill one of them.”

The bronze-faced man spoke calmly.

"Good heavens, so this is where I was waiting."

He pursed his lips, but he wasn't particularly angry.

Having prepaid such a valuable reward, it's normal to take some insurance measures.

"Brother, can I go in now? I'm going to freeze to death if I don't go in soon, and don't expect me to help you kill the Gongyang family."

Liu Zheng shivered and said.

Ten minutes had long passed, and now his skin was bluish-white and purplish, even showing signs of rigor mortis.

If he can't get into the cemetery soon, he'll become a permanent resident of the cemetery.

"There's only one way left. Do you have any dragon-related items on you?"

The bronze-faced man thought for a moment and asked.

(End of this chapter)