Ash Civilization

Chapter 269 Coffin. (First update! Please subscribe!)

ding ding ding...

The sound of hammers hitting metal echoed throughout the shed.

The bellows whirred as the bellows was pulled, and the blazing flames roared upward again and again, bursting out with scorching breath and scattering loudly.

A shirtless adult villager stood in front of the anvil, pounding the metal embryo in front of him fiercely. Every time the heavy hammer fell, large sparks flew out.

The old man with gray beard walked slowly throughout the shed with his hands behind his back, constantly pointing out the mistakes of someone's movements.

At this time, Zhou Zhen held a hammer in his left hand and a brick in his right hand. He looked at the cold anvil in front of him and kept trying to recall it in his heart.

But after thinking about it for a long time, apart from blacksmithing, I still couldn't remember what I wanted to do next.

He gradually frowned. This feeling was very familiar!

It’s like I’ve experienced it many times before!

After being at a loss for a moment, Zhou Zhen suddenly turned his head and looked to the side.

Standing next to him was an adult villager who was covered in sweat. He was skinny and his face was yellow. He looked like he had been malnourished for a long time. But at the moment, his face was red and his eyes were bright, and he looked very excited.

He raised a heavy hammer high and hit it hard on a hoe-like embryo on the anvil.

The hoe-like embryo is only in preliminary shape now, and its final form cannot be completely determined. Its texture looks very unique. First of all, it must be metal, but if you look closely, you can find that it is not an ordinary metal.

The whole thing is matte silvery white, but it is not made of silver. There are small and inconspicuous patterns on the surface, which look dense and dense.

Zhou Zhen's eyes were immediately attracted to this special material. After careful identification, he quickly recognized that this metal... was a special alloy used in anti-riot mechas!

How could this simple, almost primitive blacksmith's shop be able to create such an alloy? !

Zhou Zhen's brows furrowed even more tightly. He couldn't remember why he was here.

But the knowledge about compatible people has not been forgotten at all.

This special alloy is not a product of this era at all!

At this moment, the old man with gray hair and beard had already circled the entire shed. When he turned around, he saw Zhou Zhen standing blankly in front of the anvil, making no movement. The old man immediately urged: " Bo Hong, what are you doing?"

"Hurry up and do it!"

The old man's voice was sonorous and powerful, as if it was some kind of high-priority order that people could not disobey or resist.

The moment Zhou Zhen heard these words, his thoughts suddenly became confused. His eyes were distracted, and he picked up the brick and put it on the anvil. Hit it hard...

clang! ! !

There was a crisp sound and sparks flew everywhere.

Zhou Zhen's head suddenly felt a severe cramping pain.

In an instant, all the lost, ignorant, and ignored memories surged back into his mind like a flood.

He remembered that he followed the "Nine-tailed Fox" from Qingquan Valley and entered the time and space tunnel...

Then I remembered that I had traveled through time and became a ragged, underfed child, lying in a thin-skinned coffin...

It seemed that someone knocked on his coffin midway...

He also remembered that in order to see clearly what was going on outside, he put the brick in the pillow... No, he pulled the skull out of his head and held it outside the coffin for observation.

then……

and also……

It was very cold inside the coffin, as if you were in an ice cellar; outside the coffin, it was even colder!

It wasn't until he ran to the village chief's house, knocked the village chief's youngest son Ji Li to the ground, forced his skull into Ji Li's head, and used the other man's body that he partially recovered. Digital Energy”…

Next…

Next time...

In addition, when he came to the blacksmith shop just now, the "Ares" he met wanted what he had in his hand. He thought it was worthless bricks, but in fact, what the other person wanted was his skull!

Including now, he is practicing blacksmithing and hammering...

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhen suddenly woke up. He looked closely and found that he was being placed on a dusty, cold anvil. His whole body seemed to be imprisoned by a powerful invisible force, unable to move at all. .

In front of him, stood a child in ragged clothes. The child's thin arms stretched out from the ragged sleeves. His skin was green from the cold, and his young face was wrinkled at the moment. The whole head shriveled up as if it had no bones. Under the orange firelight, it looked like the remaining fruit on the top of the persimmon tree in the village chief's yard.

This child is none other than "Bo Kang"!

The body he has been using since entering here!

At this moment, Bo Kang held a hammer in his hand, swung it into the air, and hit it hard on the top of his head.

clang!

The hammer hit Zhou Zhen's head hard, and he suddenly felt another stabbing pain in his head, like a thousand cuts.

Fortunately, the part of the "digital energy" he recovered helped him offset most of the impact.

Coupled with Bo Kang's own weak strength, although the blow was painful, it did not make Zhou Zhen lose consciousness directly and he could still think normally.

Zhou Zhen's heart was shocked and he immediately shifted his gaze to observe his surroundings.

Since he was just a skull now, his field of vision was very limited and he could only see a few adult villagers nearby who were also forging iron.

The whole body of these villagers was reflected in the firelight, red and coated with a false blood color. The bodies that looked normal just now were all deeply shriveled up, as if they were sucked dry by Northeastern jelly. Pears, human skin without bone support is distorted and distorted.

They didn't seem to feel anything was wrong at all, and they were still wielding hammers and continuing to strike iron.

Ding ding ding... ding ding ding ding...

Intense banging sounds, accompanied by flying sparks, were everywhere in the shed.

What was placed on the anvil in front of them was not the alloy Zhou Zhen had just seen, but the bones of these people themselves.

Skull, leg bones, hip bones, hip bones...

The bones in various parts were placed quietly on the anvil, forcibly fixed by iron pliers, waiting for the ruthless fall of the hammer.

clang!

At this time, the hammer hit Zhou Zhen's head for the third time.

The familiar sharp pain came again, and Zhou Zhen felt that his "digital energy" had bottomed out instantly, and a hair-like crack immediately appeared on his pale and glorious skull.

A strong anger suddenly emerged in Zhou Zhen's heart, and at the same time, dense numbers began to flow from the crack on his skull.

Those numbers gathered together and piled up, like dark liquid. After quickly overflowing from the cracks, they did not drip toward the anvil and the ground like ordinary liquids. Instead, they climbed up the entire skull against gravity, quickly covering the skull completely. It's like a new, weird skin is quickly forming on this bone.

clang! ! !

The child with a shriveled head that looked like a persimmon in the blazing fire raised the hammer high and hit Zhou Zhen's skull for the fourth time.

The cracks on the skull further expanded, and countless numbers swarmed out in an instant, as if a floodgate had been opened.

The child raised the hammer again and hit Zhou Zhen's skull for the fifth time.

boom!

This time, as soon as the hammer fell, it was firmly blocked in mid-air by an arm made entirely of numbers!

This digital arm condenses countless squirming numbers, and is filled with thrilling and terrifying energy. The other end of the arm comes from the cracks in the skull, which looks weird and scary.

Numbers are still flowing out of the cracks in the skull. These numbers completely covered the skull, and then rolled down the skull. In the blink of an eye, the numbers outlined the outline of a body, and with the torso as the center, limbs quickly sprouted.

With just a snap of his fingers, a humanoid silhouette composed entirely of numbers stood up from the anvil.

Click!

Zhou Zhen's arm blocking the hammer exerted a slight force, and instantly crushed the entire hammer into powder.

"The energy has finally been restored!"

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Yue's Blacksmith Shop.

Squeak!

The courtyard door opened and Yue Bo sent No. 127 out.

No. 127 was carrying a large, semi-old basket on his back. The basket was filled with all kinds of brand-new farm tools, including hoes, sickles, rakes...each one had a cold radiance and looked extremely sharp.

They filled the big basket horizontally and vertically, like a harvest.

"Yue Bo, thank you very much." No. 127 stood at the door of the courtyard and said to Yue Bo, "I owe you the debt for now. I will send you the things I promised later."

Yue Bo nodded nonchalantly: "As a fellow villager, you can just give it to me when you have time. You can also bring it over in three to five days."

The two exchanged a few words, and No. 127 walked out of the courtyard. Before taking two steps, he heard Yue Bo closing the courtyard door behind him.

He did not look back, but walked forward quickly, preparing to find Captain Liao and others as soon as possible, and immediately distribute the equipment to increase the combat effectiveness of the official ghost team.

click, click, click...

There was no one in the village now. No. 127 was walking alone in the empty alleys with a big basket on his back. As he walked, he suddenly felt that the farm tools on his back were getting lighter and lighter, as if they no longer existed at all.

No. 127 suddenly felt a little strange. He had no "digital energy" now, and he was using a body that was in a very bad condition. Carrying such a basket of farm tools would normally consume a lot of energy.

But now, after walking so much, I don’t feel tired at all?

Just as he was thinking about it, No. 127 suddenly stumbled, as if he tripped over something, but he quickly stabilized his body with his four legs.

At the same time, he looked back at the ground he had just walked on. Although the compacted mud had some footprints and ruts from wheelbarrows, it was generally smooth and there were no rugged holes.

No. 127 suddenly frowned, and his seventeen eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, but found nothing wrong.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest and thought seriously about what happened just now?

At the same moment, he stretched out three more arms, scratched his back, and stretched out a palm to scratch his head.

127's human form has become very blurry, and all the farm tools he bought from the blacksmith shop have disappeared. Instead, he has grown countless arms and legs.

Soon, No. 127 figured out the situation.

He probably wasn't tripped by something on the road just now, but when he was walking, his fourth leg accidentally blocked the third leg, so he almost lost his balance...

Thinking of this, No. 127 no longer felt anything was wrong and immediately walked towards the village chief's house.

The village is so poor that it is almost impossible to eat meat.

From adults to children, they have been in famine for many years.

It just so happens that now that he has so many extra arms and legs, he can cut off a few to make soup and replenish the children in the village...

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The thick mist resembled overlapping spider webs.

The messenger in black and the observer tried their best to rush into the thatched house of the village chief's house. They didn't have time to see clearly what was inside, so they immediately closed the door and bolted it!

Feeling that the door was firmly closed, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief. They ignored the cold sweat on their foreheads and quickly scanned the entire room with their eyes.

After taking a look at the furnishings in the main room, the observer quickly said: "There seems to be no one in the room!"

The black-clothed messenger nodded and said equally quickly: "Inside this coffin shop, you can only move forward, there is no other direction of movement."

"After the three official 'ghosts' have dealt with the people of the 'Twelve Sages', they will definitely come to us right away!"

"See if there's a back door here, or a window."

"Let's go through the back door or the window!"

"be quick!"

As he spoke, the messenger in black immediately walked toward the side room on the left side of the main room opposite the kitchen, and the observers quickly followed.

Squeak!

The two pushed open the door to the side room and walked in quickly.

The side room was just like the outside, dead silent, seemingly without any life.

As soon as the door was opened, a cloud of dust suddenly fell from the top, swirling in the dim light.

The area of ​​this side room is not large, only seven or eight square meters. There is a window on the wall diagonally opposite the door. The window is very small, and there are a few balls of thatch stuffed inside to block the wind. In the gap, the coldness is still breathing. The breath poured in, making the temperature in the room almost the same as the temperature outside.

I don't know if it's for wind protection, but the window is located very high even for an adult.

There was a low bed in the corner, a bit like a footrest, covered with straw and a tattered quilt, with two figures lying on their backs.

They closed their eyes and were very quiet. Their faces were none other than the village chief Chu Hu and his wife Shu Tao.

The two people did not react at all to the sudden intrusion of the black-clothed messenger and observers, and seemed to be sleeping deeply.

The black-clothed envoy and the observer did not notice the existence of the village chief and his wife before they came in. Their muscles tensed up instantly. They held their breath and observed for a moment. They were sure that Chu Hu and Shu Tao had no intention of waking up, and then they breathed a sigh of relief.

boom!

At this time, a dull crashing sound suddenly came from outside the door of the thatched house.

Three official "ghosts" are chasing us!

The messenger in black and the observer frowned, and the observer immediately took a step forward, walked completely into the side room, and closed the door of the side room with his backhand.

The two of them were about to go straight to the small window when they suddenly realized that the side room had become extremely crowded.

They tried hard to move towards the window, but they were like small flying insects wrapped in amber, unable to move at all.

The messengers in black and the observers immediately felt that something was wrong. The entire dark and cold side room, at some point, turned into a thin-skinned coffin leaking wind!

At this moment, both of them were lying in this coffin, and the lid of the coffin had just been closed by their own hands.

Under the coffin, there were two yellowed bones lying.

The flesh and blood of the two withered bones have melted away, and no trace of their appearance in life can be seen. However, they are wearing patchwork clothes. They are Chu Hu and Shu Tao who were in the side room just now!

(End of this chapter)