Chapter 422 427. Pure Black Sword
Bai Qi returned to the ancient tomb again and lay quietly in his sarcophagus, folded his hands on his abdomen, closed his eyes, and soon, bursts of black air emerged from the sarcophagus and enveloped him.
Beneath the sarcophagus, deep underground, a pure black sword sealed with talisman paper suddenly flashed with a bloody light, and then returned to silence.
Bai Qi fell into a deep sleep, and in his dream he saw horses and swords, blood all over the hills, the setting sun in the sky was like blood, and everything in front of him was scarlet. He was holding a pure black sword, and he was like a madman, bloodthirsty. At the end of the picture, it was fixed on a sword and a man, with thousands of arrows piercing his heart. A white figure stood in the air, holding a talisman paper, and shot towards him.
The indifferent and compassionate eyes in the dream gradually overlapped with someone else's eyes.
When Bai Qi dreamed of this, he opened his eyes suddenly, a red light flashed in his eyes, and he sat up with a serious face, recalling the white figure in his dream and the powerful force, which made him feel a palpitation in his dream.
"What's wrong with me?"
As the Zombie King, he has a thousand years of memory, but he has never been able to remember the cause of his death. The short dream just now, the familiar scene, especially the familiar white figure in the dream, made him confused.
Thinking of this, he jumped out of the wooden coffin and began to stroll around this huge ancient tomb carefully. He didn't even look at the gold, silver, treasures, and antique collections, and walked straight to a tomb chamber.
After pressing the mechanism, the door of the tomb slowly opened. It turned out to be a library. The collection inside was not famous paintings and calligraphy, or precious ancient books, but his old notes, military strategies and the like.
He casually flipped through the bamboo slips one by one, but did not find any useful clues. Finally, his eyes fixed on a thick bamboo slip. When he opened it, he saw that it was a history of his life recorded by the historian. He skipped the previous evaluation of his merits and demerits and looked directly at the last few lines.
"He died on the battlefield, his heart pierced by thousands of arrows, and his sword is nowhere to be found!"
The sword he was assigned to is missing! When Bai Qi saw this line of words, he lowered his head to look at the big knife on his waist, and suddenly a picture emerged in his mind.
In the courtyard, under the ancient tree, a man held a knife in one hand and a sword in the other, wielding both the sword and the knife with great vigor and vitality.
"Do I really still have a sword?"
As he spoke, he took off the sword from his waist and began to wave it, imitating the image that had just appeared in his mind. As he danced, the shadow of a pure black sword appeared in his mind.
After a while, he put on his sword again, turned around and came to the mural in the ancient tomb, trying to find clues bit by bit. The mural was engraved with every battle of his, the undefeated general, but it stopped abruptly at the last battle. He looked at the empty mural and fell into deep thought.
Scenes from the past emerged in his mind, and the picture froze on the white figure in his dream. Finally, he shook his head, sneered, and spoke to himself.
"He's been dead for a thousand years. Are the past grudges, right and wrongs still that important?"
"Even if he was killed by someone, that person would have long since turned into dust and vanished into the wind."
"The past is over, there's no need to dwell on it."
Bai Qi sighed, then turned around and looked at the huge ancient tomb. He picked and chose from the burial objects, and finally selected a few shiny things, put them in his arms, and left in a leisurely manner.
Deep underground beneath the sarcophagus, the pure black sword flashed another bloody light, and the red mark on the talisman paper had faded to the point of being invisible.
(End of this chapter)
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