Chapter 69: Resurrection Maybe Something Went Wrong with the Underworld
Worried that everyone didn't understand, Li Zhou said it again: "I feel like I've known you all for a long time, so I won't hide anything from you. To be honest, the person you two are waiting for is me."
Silence, long silence.
Yin Chan said cautiously: "We agree with your words very much, there is really no need to speak from the heart."
Although the others didn't say anything, their wandering eyes betrayed their inner thoughts.
Even the experienced witch Lu couldn't help but nod slightly to express her agreement with Yin Chan.
Witch Lu once boasted that she had lived for most of her life and had seen all kinds of monsters and demons.
When she met Li Zhou today, she realized that her imagination was still too poor.
Everyone was sweating profusely. Not to mention watching Li Zhou confess his true feelings again, just thinking back on that scene made them feel dizzy and powerless, as if they had a serious illness.
Li Zhou didn't expect that everyone would trust him so much, so he put down his hand that was ready to show his sincerity and said with emotion: "Miss Yin, it seems that you are also a kind person. Then what about the life on your hands?"
The word "also" made everyone silent for a moment.
Yin Chan came back to her senses and said in a deep voice: "As you all know, there are two schools of Mohists, one is called the Old Mohists and the other is called the New Mohists."
The escorts led by Song Gang all shook their heads. Doctor Gou, who was lying on the ground, looked confused. Witch Lu, the scholar and Li Zhou nodded to show that they understood.
What is Mohist? It sounds familiar. Li Zhou nodded and thought, can it be eaten?
The internal struggle of the Mohist school was originally a secret of the school, but since Witch Lu could even explain the old story of the fight for the throne, Yin Chan did not dare to hide it.
Seeing that the Immortal Master really knew about this, she took a deep breath and thought to herself that it was a good thing that she did not lie.
The Immortal Master asked everyone to state what they had done, which was clearly an opportunity for them to confess and be lenient.
In fact, the Immortal Master already knew exactly what they had done.
Perhaps, the person she was waiting for was really this...
After calming down, Yin Chan continued, "Old Mohists believe that practicality is the most important thing, and that hard work is more important than debate. New Mohists believe that if you don't debate, you won't understand the truth. If you just bury your head in work, you won't succeed. If you want to achieve your goals, you must first seek the truth."
Yin Chan gave an example, "If you want to draw a circle, the old ink painter would take out a compass, and if you want to draw a square, he would take out a ruler. The old ink painter believed that with the compass, you can draw a circle or a square. The new ink painter believed that there is no standard compass or ruler in the world, so you can't draw a true circle or a square."
Li Zhou: “…”
She was almost dizzy.
Song Gang seemed to agree with her and shook his head and said, "Xin Mo, isn't this just a show of force?"
Yin Chan had a subtle look on her face.
Song Gang changed his words and said, "Xin Mo really has some ideas."
Oops, Miss Yin is actually Xin Mo!
The scholar looked worried, and seemed to empathize with the other student: "Could it be that the dispute between the new ink and the old ink has reached a point where there is no end?"
Yin Chan sighed: "The difference between the two factions' styles of doing things is getting bigger and bigger. The old Mohists put righteousness first and claim that righteousness is profit, while the new Mohists have to weigh the pros and cons and choose a path that maximizes their benefits."
"In the eleventh year of Yongxi, the five stars were misaligned, and Mount Qiming collapsed, triggering a major earthquake. At that time, the conflict between the two Mohist sects was not as intense as it is now. Although they had different ideologies, they could still live in peace. Led by the great master, the two sects went into the mountains together to rescue people. Unexpectedly, just as they found a family trapped under the rocks, the aftershocks had already arrived."
"As the leader of Old Mo, the great master insisted on staying to save people, but the people of New Mo thought, how can we let the great master risk his life to save a few ordinary people who may not be able to be rescued?"
"But the Juzi said to the leader of the New Mozi, if I die, you will become the Juzi, how can the Mozi people perish because of me?"
"The leader of Xin Mo said that Ju Zi was the leader of the entire school. If he died, there would be a great turmoil."
"Neither faction could convince the other. Aftershocks arrived in a blink of an eye. The leader of the New Ink ordered the Old Ink to evacuate by force, but at the last moment, the Old Ink broke free."
"The Old Mos, led by Juzi, returned to the Qiming Mountain, where the landslides and cracks occurred, and found thirteen children who had lost their parents."
"But the earthquake was so huge that even the Mohists with their mechanical skills could not resist it. At the last moment, they used their bodies as beams to build a safe house."
"The wood and stones smashed their spines and flattened their heads. The children were so scared that they cried loudly. They told the children not to be afraid, because they had set up a formation. The more blood flowed, the stronger the house would be. If they did not want to see their painful faces again, they could use the spikes in the bag to pierce their chests."
"No one wants to do that, except a little girl who has been weighing the pros and cons since she was a child."
"The little girl can see that this group of Mozhe are doomed to die. In this case, why not give them a quick death?"
"The little girl took out the spike and the first person she killed was the giant who was dedicated to saving the people. The last words left by the giant were, 'You made the right decision.'"
"After the earthquake, Xin Mo also returned. They found the children protected by Jiu Mo and learned what happened in the earthquake. The leader of Xin Mo accepted the little girl as his apprentice and buried Jiu Mo, but he did not allow anyone to call himself a giant."
“So there are no more giants in this world.”
"From then on, only a few of the old Mo were left, and it was difficult for them to become great. However, under the leadership of their leader, the new Mo became the new nobles around the emperor."
"As one faction gained strength, the other lost strength. Instead of stopping, the dispute between the two factions intensified. The Old Mo still persisted in its own opinion, while the New Mo deeply resented the deceased masters and the Old Mo. The former even wrote to the emperor, requesting that this faction never be employed again."
After hearing this, everyone understood that Yin Chan was the little girl who was rescued in the story.
The old ink master who insisted on his beliefs saved a natural new ink master. Before the giant died, did he have a moment of regret?
Considering the last words she left behind, it should be no.
Li Zhou finally remembered why the word "Mohist" sounded so familiar.
On the top of Xili Mountain, Li Zhou, a swordsman who was pretending to practice swordplay but was actually idle, stopped repeatedly swinging his sword and looked down at the brightly lit construction site.
The Mohist Xing Can was sweating profusely as he directed the wooden puppets to build the Duotian Sect's pavilion.
This person seemed to be an old Mo. Because of being suppressed, he could not go to the capital to be an official and could only do some carpentry work in the countryside. When he wanted to change his career, he was scolded by his teacher in his dream.
Now I am working for myself, and I am getting more and more excited, removing dust day and night.
Well, this is old ink.
Xing Can felt the gaze falling on him and raised his head in confusion, but he could not see anything through the night.
Swordsman Li Zhou withdrew his gaze and started swinging his sword again.
I can’t eat it anyway, so just ignore it.
The stories of Witch Lady Lu and Yin Chan were finished. The scholar, the beggar, and the escort looked at each other and were about to play finger-guessing games to decide who would be the next.
Wild howls and roars could be heard in the distance, as if a group of wild beasts were rushing over, and the smell of decay could be smelled in the air.
Everyone opened their eyes wide, stood up, and looked out the door warily.
Li Zhou quickly said in unison: "Something is coming, everyone be careful."
The crowd, who were originally quite nervous, suddenly froze, glancing at Li Zhou and the white-haired zombie behind him with mixed feelings.
They really couldn't believe that something like this could be as scary as this one.
Li Zhou didn't pay attention to the looks of the crowd, staring closely at the outlines gradually emerging in the darkness. Leading the way was a group of panting people. When Li Zhou saw their faces, his eyes lit up.
Isn’t this the demon hunter and corpse driver she has been looking for?
She was just about to say hello when the demon hunter and corpse driver who were apparently escaping also saw her. They all suddenly froze and stopped in unison, their already pale faces losing all color.
However, behind them, the howling and roaring were approaching, and the situation was too critical for them to think too much.
The demon hunters and corpse drivers turned their heads to look behind them, then looked at Li Zhou, as if they were weighing which one looked more like a human. After a moment, they gritted their teeth and ran into the temple, running to a corner away from Li Zhou.
The next moment after they entered the hall, the things chasing them appeared in everyone's sight. They were corpses that seemed to have just crawled out of a grave. Their blue skin was in varying degrees of decay. Some had lost lips, revealing bright red gums and yellow rotten teeth underneath. Some were missing an arm, and some had a rotten leg.
Zombies again?
Everyone's eyes went dark. Yin Chan, the scholar, the beggar and the escorts were all in tears. Could this group of zombies be coming to meet up with their leader?
Li Zhou would never have thought that someone would suspect that she was in cahoots with the stinky thing across the street.
She likes cleanliness very much.
She frowned and looked unhappily at these guys who hadn't taken a shower for who knows how long.
Chu Shen asked in a low voice: "Talk about the miracle doctor?"
Li Zhou nodded: "Go ahead."
"yes."
The next moment, everyone in the ruined temple saw the white-haired zombies rushing towards the roaring wild zombies.
These newly resurrected corpses only look scary, but their strength is not that great. If there weren't so many of them, the demon hunters wouldn't have been chased away.
Chu Shen and others were white-haired zombies that were cured by Li Zhou himself, and they were naturally able to restrain these low-level zombies.
Of course, they simply don't recognize these low-level zombies as their own kind.
Everyone went from being terrified at first to gradually becoming numb, watching silently as the white-haired zombie killed and ripped the lower-level zombies that were chasing it into pieces.
Li Zhou looked at the people with wide eyes and reminded them, "The meat is rotten, it's best not to eat it."
Everyone: “…”
Who would want to eat them except you?
Tonight, everyone was completely silent.
After a long time, the knowledgeable witch Lu finally broke the silence: "May I ask Gong Daopan, what happened that caused such a large tide of corpses?"
She was obviously blind, but she knew that Gong Daopan was among the people who came in. The latter was not surprised. He glanced at Li Zhou, thought for a while, gritted his teeth, and said, "Before we encountered these 'resurrected' corpses, we also saw a large number of ghosts who had been liberated. We wanted to liberate them again, but they counterattacked. We finally escaped, but ran into their corpses crawling out of the grave."
She glanced at Li Zhou again and carefully expressed her guess: "I have tried many spells to communicate with the underworld, but all failed. Perhaps there is something wrong with the underworld."
The underworld again?
Li Zhou was wondering in his heart what was wrong with the Lord of the Underworld. It was so difficult for him to manage the Underworld. Why didn’t he let her go in and see what went wrong?
Even if I can't help, it's good to make a few ghost friends.
She will definitely be open-hearted and loyal to these friends.
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