Chapter 2: Playing with mobile phone in another world

 

Chapter 2: Playing with mobile phone in another world

Six days later.

Jiang Zhu lay on the back of a huge old turtle while playing games with his mobile phone.

Why? Because it’s said that laying on it can make you live for three thousand years.

The signa of the mobile phone is very good and the GPS positioning is also very accurate and it shows that he is still in the Hanging Coffin scenic spot in Huang He, he can even open the browser and access any website, but…

Jiang Zhu glanced into the distance, and his eyes couldn’t see the peak of the mountain that went straight into the clouds with white waterfalls that are scattered from the mountain peak to the world.

Looking at the sky again, a giant bird with a human face was swooping down on the ground to the undead crawling out of sarcophagus.

The breath of antiquity swept in, the picture in front was as spectacular as a myth, like the murals left over from an ancient ruin.

How there be such space beneath the Huang He cliff scenic area?

Different planes but with the same coordinate? Why is the network unobstructed? Jing Zhu couldn’t understand the current situation.

Clicking on the Weibo hot search, he thought, so many people have died when such a big incident happen but there is no news on the hot search at all.

He doesn’t know if the other people in the cave were rescued.

Jiang Zhu looked at the palm of his hand again, and the tattoo pattern in the shape of a gate was still there, it was blurred a lot but it was visible to the naked eye how it was deepening and becoming clearer day by day.

Then a loud child’s voice came: “It’s time to apply the medicine.”

Jiang Zhu put away his mobile phone and slid down from the old turtle’s back.

The old turtle was huge, with horns as dense as the roots of a dead tree on its head and a heavy bronze coffin behind it.

The childe who called Jiang Zhu was called Sheng Xiao and the name was given to him by Jiang Zhu. This child originally did not even have a name, his hair was like a yellow weed and he was wearing a worn out little dress, looking wild and quick-witted.

Jiang Zhu walked over and rubbed the head of Sheng Xiao: “Is the medicine done boiling?”

Sheng Xiao squinted comfortably, like a kitten being petted, nodded and pointed to a dirty stone jar on the ground with green juice inside.

Sheng Xiao’s sleeves trembled, and ants fells out of it to the ground.

A group of ants crawled to the stone jar and began to such the liquid inside, and one can see with the naked eye how the ant’s large and shiny butts began to be filled with the green medicinal juice, like a medicine bag, or a food sac but the position is in the ass.

After filling up, the ants quickly climb towards Jiang Zhu.

Jiang Zhu did not dare to move, allowing the ants to climb on his body, bite his wound and inject the medicinal liquid in their stomach into his skin and flesh.

It’s like getting an injection, and the pain is almost the same.

In fact, its wrong to say that they are just ants. They are a kind of witchcraft called pharmacist raised by Sheng Xiao.

The treatment process is slightly terrifying, and it’s estimated that having insects crawling all over is not very comfortable, but the effect is very good.

With Jiang Zhu’s injuries, he originally thought that he would either blood too much and die or die from a wound infection and at best, he would have to lie down for ten days to half a month but now… he was able to walk freely.

The witchcraft crawled back in forth several times before they finished sucking up the medicinal juice inside the stone jar.

After Jiang Zhu “finished receiving injections”, he moved his muscled and bones, and the pain slowly came from his wounds. This witchcraft should have some properties in the saliva they have secreted that numbs people so when they bite, there will be no sensation, only after they have left will the pain be felt.

Sheng Xiao said, “Can you tell me a story later? I still want to hear the story of the little prince and the rose.”

Before Jiang Zhu could answer, a dark and thin uncle who was as thin as a bamboo pole walked over: “I have good witchcraft in hand. How about you help me once?”

This uncle is named Jiao Jiang, and he is the leader of this team. He doesn’t look remarkable, but he is very good with communicating with people.

Jiang Zhu explained: “I’m not really a Fuji¹ master…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Sheng Xiao next to him added: “Why not? You predicted that we will pass by when you and an undead fell in front of us.”

A Fuji master can’t fight well, and they are the first one to avoid danger. His foresight must be the ability of a Fuji master to save his life.

The road ahead is bumpy, and their team need a Fuji master to see their luck.

“Besides, your book is really powerful.”

The book that Sheng Xiao mentioned is a book he uses to usually entertain himself and acts as pillow called “Book of Answers” in Jiang Zhu’s travel backpack.

Of course, people who uses it understand that all the contents inside are all psychological hints, it’s all just a routine.

Jiang Zhu did not expect that he was actually able to join such a strange team by relying on a deceptive book.

Jiang Zhu muttered in his heart, he also needs an identity to survive in this unknown situation, and its not easy to explain things clearly.

Shen Xiao was still muttering: “Jiang Zhu is still the strangest one. When you fell in front of us that day, you hugged me persistently and told me to call Yao’er Ling.”

“Jiang Zhu, where are you from? Canglang? Leigou? Daze? Haigou? Luisha?”

Jiang Zhu: “…”

At this time, Uncle Jiao Jiang took out a stone egg the size of his palm and carefully cut it with a bronze dagger.

Jiang Zhu was very curious about the strange witchcraft, and couldn’t help but look at it seriously.

The dirt on the outside of the stone egg was peeled off little by little, revealing a snail shell inside.

Sheng Xiao pouted: “You liar, you can’t feed this witchcraft at all.”

“This is a Nightmare, it feeds on sugar. We don’t even have enough to eat now.”

Jiao Jiang was also a little embarrassed: “Nightmares are still good except that it is a little bit difficult to raise. Isn’t Jiang Zhu been having nightmares lately and can’t sleep? With it, you don’t have to worry about this problem.”

Jiang Zhu has been dreaming about the scenes of the undead and the broken corpses recently and sometimes wake up in the middle of the night. Just as he thought, after he relaxed, it’s the beginning of the real torture. Such an experience is not something ordinary people can bear.

Jiang Zhu’s gaze landed on the witchcraft that had been opened.

It was a snail shell, but it should be said that it was a little boy the size of a thumb with a snail shell on his back. It was just lying there, dying.

The wonder of this new creature was completely beyond Jiang Zhu’s imagination.

Uncle Jiao Jiang muttered, “How about it? Exchange it for a divination?”

He also thought it seemed impossible and whispered, “This witchcraft can only be disposed.”

If it’s a witchcraft who can eat insects and grass, it would be easy, but it eats sugar. I will not be able to survive.

Jiang Zhu frowned and said, “Okay, but I can’t guarantee what the answer you will get is correct.”

Jiao Jiang’s showed a happy expression. The art of the Fuji masters was the most mysterious way of praying to gods and no one could say for sure whether it will be accurate. But as long as there was a Fuji master who was willing to help him, he would be satisfied.

He handed the witchcraft in his hand to Jiang Zhou.

Jiang Zhu held it in his hand and walked towards the old turtle, his travel backpack was on the old turtle’s back.

There are very few things in his bag, otherwise it would have been thrown away when he was running for his life.

After taking out the “Book of Answers”, he searched his bag again. If he remembered correctly, he had a box of lozenge.

After finding the lozenge in the corner of his bag, he pulled out one and placed it in the palm of his hand. The Nightmare’s nose seemed to move a little, and it stretched its neck and rubbed against the lozenge, and then extending its tongue to lick it vigorously.

Jiang Zhu: “…”

Ever seen a puppy nibbling on a bone? It’s as cute as that.

Jiao Jiang honestly clapped his hands: “Help me calculate whether our team can reach the destination safely.”

Jiang Zhu stayed in the team for three days. In fact, he knew the destination of the team.

They are looking for Xuanpu² Hill, the legendary back garden of the Gods.

Legend said that it has gold and jade everywhere, where prey is abundant, and the fruits and berries are sweet and juicy… The beauty of its existence cannot be described.

Just because of this legend, they trekked through the mountains and rivers to find such place. The old Jiang Zhu would have felt that it was incredible but now he knew why they were like this. Because this was the only think they could look forward to in front of despair, their only hope in living.

Years ago, some gods created the undead to conquer the mountains and the rivers of heaven and earth. People who were scratched and bitten by the undead were infected and assimilated into the same monsters. Their expansion speed was unimaginable.

Another group of gods, dissatisfied with their actions, created the Garuda³, a human-faced birds in the sky and confronted them.

As a result, the beings between the heaven and earth are constantly destroyed in the war between the undead driven by the gods and the Garuda. The ancient secret tribes have no prey that can be preserved and face the ubiquitous danger and their life is getting more and more difficult with each passing day.

After endless years, all that remains is despair.

In the midst of despair, there were many teams like Uncle Jiao Jiang team who were looking for a place of hope.

Jiang Zhu sighed in his heart, does such a beautiful place called Xuanpu Hill, the back garden of the gods, exist in the smoke of this chaotic world?

If you really found it, but it is different that what you expect, maybe it is the beginning of real despair.

Jiang Zhu handed over the “Book of Answer”: “Casually turn a page.”

He doesn’t know why, but in the process of handing over the book, the pattern on the palm of his hand heated up a little.

Uncle Jiao Jiang’s expression was somewhat solemn.

The fog is fast, and the years they travelled have been bumpy, everywhere is filled with thorns and danger and only a Fuji master who walks on the edge of fate can spy the traces of the future.

He opened the book with difficulty and then handed it back: “How is it?”

He was filled with anticipation.

Jiang Zhu glanced at it: “It may not be easy, but in the end you will find that it was worth it.”

Jiao Jiang’s gaze suddenly became particularly bright and a light that had never been seen before appeared within his eyes, like a lamp that lit up within the midst of despair, swaying but with a direction: “Thank you.”

Jiang Zhu: “…”

After two more conversation, Jiang Zhu began to tease the witchcraft on the palm of his hand so that after a while, the little guy actually had the strength to climb up.

Jiang Zhu pinched the lozenge candy with his fingers and the witchcraft entire mouth bit the candy, his ass was facing backwards, clenching his small fist and pulling back hard, his head straight and rocking.

It’s quite fierce.

After teasing it for a while, Jiang Zhu looked at the sky and then walked towards the bronze coffin pulled by the old turtle.

There were more than thirty people in this team, but they didn’t come from the same place.

Sheng Xiao and Uncle Jiao Jiang can barely be called a group. In fact, they are also from different places and just became a companion with the same purpose.

And the bronze coffin is counted separately. Sheng Xiao said they are only following the bronze coffin pulled by the old turtle as the old turtle can knock out the undead and open the way for them. The one inside the bronze coffin did not drive them away so they just followed.

The person who really saved Jiang Zhu was also the one inside the bronze coffin. He was scratched and bitted by the undead and would be infected and assimilated and it was the person inside the bronze coffin who gave him the medicine to treat him so he did not became a member of the undead.

Jiang Zhou couldn’t help nut think of Ji Yan who saved him in the cave. Ji Yan’s arm was also scratched by the undead, wouldn’t he also be infected and assimilated…?

As he thought about it, he walked towards the bronze coffin. According to Sheng Xiao, it is said the this was a beast whisperer, so they could control such a large old turtle.

However, the beast whisperers doesn’t need to sleep in a coffin either.

Jiang Zhu approached and knocked on the bronze coffin: “… the phone is fully charge. Wanna play?”

 

1Fuji (扶乩) -is a divination method in Chinese Taoism

2 Xuán pu (玄圃) - mythical fairyland on Kunlun Mountain

³迦楼罗 -  Garuda (a giant bird in Hindu mythology)

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