Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 301 I won’t laugh unless I can’t help it
The basement of the altar was filled with dirty water and feces mixed with both human and animal excrement. Rats, which were bigger than kittens, were not afraid of people at all. They gathered in groups, as if waiting for food to come.

Several living or living dead people who had died had become their meals.

Zhao Yingkong, who likes cleanliness, turned into a little sparrow and squatted on Zhuang Boshi's shoulder.

"It stinks so badly here. Why did these cultists make this place look so disgusting?"

Zhuang Boshi replied: "Gondor is just a big graveyard."

"There aren't many living people in this city. Everything is not designed for living people."

"The living dead are rotting corpses that move, while the revenant have no form or sense of smell. They don't care about cleanliness or hygiene at all."

As they were talking, they came to a door.

"arrive."

He gently pushed open a worn wooden door, and the creaking sound made him frown.

In fact, it would be unfair to say that this thing is a door panel.

It was just a few crooked templates nailed to a pillar.

Not to mention being able to stop the people inside, it can't even stop the rats.

He walked in and saw a foul smell filling the dark room.

It was the smell of human waste and rotting flesh.

Zhuang Boshi's brows furrowed ever tighter, and he said to the darkness, "I thought you would be a corpse lying on the ground."

"Or a human pig with its limbs cut off and hung on a cross."

"I didn't expect you to be able to move normally and have the mobility to deal with these undead guards."

"Even if no one comes to rescue you, you can still run away by yourself."

A voice like the hissing of a snake came from the darkness: "Who are you, stranger?"

The voice was very soft and youthful, but it seemed a little cold and empty.

"I'm just an outsider who came to Gondor in search of the One Ring. I happened to find the enthusiastic High Priest here, and he told me this himself."

"He invited the person who spread the prophecy over here." Zhuang Boshi repeated what happened just now.

He spoke again to the darkness, "I can see you clearly, the messenger of prophecy. You don't need to hide in a corner, nor do you need to hold that rusty, dull knife."

"These are of no use to me."

A tall and thin figure walked out from the darkness, his clothes made of rags barely forming a robe on his body.

His long, dirty hair was scattered behind his head, and there were traces of blood on his pale skin.

He was wearing tattered clothes, looked dirty, and had pale skin, like a vampire who had never seen sunlight for years.

He held the blunt knife in his hand and stared at Zhuang Boshi warily.

"So, who do you belong to? You look so clean and alive, could you be the piglet raised in the pigpen in the north?" He raised his eyebrows, with a hint of contempt on his pale face.

Zhuang Boshi also raised his eyebrows. Pigpen, this is not a good adjective.

How could Lonely Mountain be so unbearable in the eyes of these remaining humans?

Zhuang Boshi looked directly into the young man's eyes: "You don't need to care who I am. Just tell me, where did the prophecy of the Lord of the Rings come from?"

"Or just give me the ring."

"Hahaha, Lord of the Rings?" The young man chuckled.

"It took so long for the prophecy to be passed down, but the Lonely Mountain has only just begun to react. The living there are probably no more intelligent than the dead in Gondor."

It seems that this person has a lot of opinions about Gushan.

"A prophecy is just a prophecy," he continued, "and the last laurel tree on the mountaintop completely withered fourteen years ago."

"No laurel tree, no ring, nothing!"

"Is the prophecy a lie?" Zhao Yingkong on his shoulder asked in confusion.

The young man was stunned for a few moments, seemingly surprised that the bird would actually speak. He said in surprise, "Interesting creature! Are you a shapeshifter, or a disciple of the Brown Wizard Radagast?"

Zhuang Boshi was a little surprised: "You actually know about shapeshifters and brown-robed wizards. Young man, you are not an ordinary Gondorian, are you?"

"Of course I know them. As far as I know, the last shapeshifter died in that war, and the brown-robed wizard has been missing for more than ten years."

"He went to find the last projection of the Valar's power, which is also the last ray of light in this world." The young man sighed.

"It's a pity that the last bit of light is about to go out."

"You are different from other living people." Zhuang Boshi asked curiously, "What's your name, young man?"

Zhuang Boshi never expected that after Gondor had been occupied for decades, there was still such a living person who looked like a normal person, and who actually had a heart towards light and understood history.

Moreover, judging from his clear thinking and extraordinary knowledge, he is definitely not an ordinary person who hangs out in the slums.

It must be a family inheritance or taught by a teacher.

It seems that there are still resistance forces in Gondor.

It seemed like he hadn't mentioned this name for a long time. The pale young man said slowly: "Hackett"

"Hackett Grint."

Ok? !

Huck, you have a lot of children and grandchildren, and they are all talented.

A father who is involved in a cult, and a son who is devoted to the light.

"This..." Zhuang Boshi was speechless, thinking of the cult leader who was stabbed to death outside: "That chief priest, is he your father?" "Humph, he is not worthy of being my father!" Hackett snorted angrily: "He is just a traitor!"

"No, they are all traitors!"

"Ever since my grandfather's death, they have all betrayed the honor of the Glint family and my grandfather's advice."

"They twisted our grandfather's will, transforming the god's statue into something that pleases the evil god. They think they have the god's attention. They don't deserve the name of Hackett at all!"

"There were originally two gods! Yet they blasphemed them by sewing them together to please the evil god!"

The young man spoke faster and faster, his voice hissing like a group of snakes launching a fierce attack.

They should refer to Huck's descendants.

It seems that Hake was still sane at the time and carved two statues, but because neither Chu Xuan nor himself became gods and left behind teachings, nor did they become saints and imprint themselves in the erosion, their power could not be projected across the multiverse into this world, so the statues were just ordinary clay sculptures.

At most, it was just psychological comfort. This kind of comfort was not a problem in the original world of Arda. After all, the Valar were born holy and did not care about belief or not.

But then the High Heaven descended again, and all the symbolism took on practical meaning, leading to the Great Demon or something else usurping the statue, which gave rise to the evil cult family of Glint.

But this young man, Huck's grandson, suddenly came to his senses and was unwilling to go along with the evil god, so he decided to get back to the right path.

He might have done something wrong and was caught by the cultists. If his father hadn't treated him as his son, his grave would have been covered with grass long ago.

The father is kind and the son is filial. The father is kind and the son is filial.

Only then did Zhuang Boshi complete the history of the Hake family.

Unexpectedly, the slave he casually rescued in Mordor would have his descendants become the leaders of the largest cult in the entire Gondor, giving rise to sixty years of grievances and hatreds.

This is already rebellious enough, but it is even more outrageous that a white lotus that resists the evil god will grow out of this pile of mud.

Huck, I was right about you. You are a good guy. I said it was not your responsibility to make the statue so abstract.

"You must have seen the real statue of the god." Zhuang Boshi asked.

"Of course!" Hackett said proudly, "I have personally seen the most original statues carved by my grandfather."

"But those idiots distorted the god's appearance. So that I can pray to him every day, I tattooed it on my body!"

Only then did Zhuang Boshi realize that it was in the young man in front of him.

In addition to the goat head tattoo of the Grint family on the left chest, there are two portraits tattooed on the right chest.

One wears glasses and the other has three eyes.

One looks at the sky indifferently, the other looks down at the earth wisely.

The key is that these two figures deliberately use the posture of Ultraman Aker and the monster standing back to back.

How should I put it, Huck, your artistic level is very high. Why are the sculptures of human faces so (abstract)?

Your grandson has a very high level of artistic ability, and his tattoos are very lifelike!

Zhuang Boshi couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Huck, why does your family want to engage in abstract art?

"The God of the Sky has three eyes: one eye sees the past, one eye looks into the future, and one eye sees the present."

"The God of Wisdom sees through all the secrets of the world and is the master of knowledge and secrets."

"They are two sides of the same coin, existing and not existing at the same time. My grandfather said that they are the hope of saving the world. They will end the cause of all demons, continue the result of all spirits, and ignite the light of the world."

The young man crossed his hands in front of his chest very piously and began to chant the scriptures.

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What a shame! What a shame!
It’s bad enough that it’s made into a statue, but how can it be tattooed on the chest?
It’s okay to have a tattoo on the chest, but how come it was written in the scriptures, and it has to do with Chu Xuan being two sides of the same coin!
Who wants to be two sides of the same coin with him?

Huck, what are you writing?
And you, boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, do you know that you are abstract in a world where evil gods exist!

So the greatest characteristic of your Grint family is abstraction!
"Puchi——" Zhao Yingkong couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Zhuang Boshi looked at the little sparrow with a numb expression.

"Don't worry, Doctor. I'm an assassin and have received professional training. I won't laugh no matter how funny it is." Zhao Yingkong's crisp voice rang in Zhuang Boshi's ears.

"Unless you can't help it."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--"

Zhuang Boshi had a calm expression on his face. He pinched the little sparrow's wings, flicked her hard on the head, and then rolled her into a ball and stuffed her into his pocket.

At the same time, in a voice that only she could hear: "Don't tell anyone!"

"Don't tell anyone!"

Hackett did not notice the conversation in the dark. He was still mumbling to himself the scriptures that Hackett had compiled.

Suppressing his shame, Zhuang Boshi pretended to be calm and said, "Who do you think I look like?"

So Zhuang Boshi took a step forward and removed the illusion from his face.

He revealed his true face, the blue eyes of heaven, and the divine eyes on his forehead.

In an instant, the dark room became bright.

Before Zhuang Boshi could say anything.

The unruly young man in front of him suddenly knelt on the ground and looked at him in shock.

"The gods have come to the world!"

"He's right, hope, hope is back!"

Who is this him?
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