Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

Zhang Yi swallowed his saliva quietly, which was a normal physiological reaction after seeing delicious food.

It's not just him, everyone else is basically the same.

Paji Gesang waved his hand, took a leather bag from the maid, and personally poured a cup of barley wine for Zhang Yi and the others.

"This is the best wine from the Snowy Plateau. Please enjoy it!"

Pajigsang said with a smile.

This humble attitude is completely impeccable.

He raised the glass in his hand and said, "Thank you all for coming. This glass of wine is for you all!"

After saying that, he picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

Zhang Yi looked at the wine glass in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then drank it in one gulp.

People in Zhang Yi's family take anti-toxins on a daily basis to prevent accidental poisoning or being poisoned by others.

During the banquet, cups were exchanged and Paji Gesang's attitude was particularly attentive. If one had not witnessed his attitude towards his subordinates before, it would be hard to believe that he was a respected chieftain in the Southwest Region.

Zhang Yi looked at Pajigesang and suddenly felt a little confused.

The Southwest region is very special. Due to the existence of Tantric Buddhism, it has always been a system of integration of politics and religion.

The outside world will never interfere easily.

This time, they only sent the third-ranked person to Shengjing to express their attitude.

However, Pajigesang was too affectionate towards him.

This kind of treatment is not enjoyed by representatives from other regions.

Zhang Yi was not in a hurry. Since it was Pajigesang who invited him here, he would naturally tell him his purpose.

As the group of people drank and chatted, they talked about their experiences after the end of the world and the secrets of the Snowland.

Zhang Yi and Paji Gesang both kept their comments brief and did not reveal too many secrets.

However, even hearing just a few words about the snowy plateau from Paji Gesang was enough to make Zhang Yi feel frightened.

That mysterious land is never short of secrets.

Yang Xinxin smiled and asked Paji Gesang, "Paji Tusi, there's something I'm very curious about. It's about the guardian deity, the Lord of the Cemetery Forest, who's been passed down from generation to generation on your Snowy Plateau. Would it be convenient for me to ask you about it?"

Paji Gesang hesitated for a moment after hearing this, then smiled and said, "If it's something that doesn't touch upon taboos, you can naturally tell Miss Yang."

Yang Xinxin smiled and said, "Then I'll ask. Please forgive me if it's inconvenient to answer you."

"It is said that the cemetery master of the Snowy Plateau has been passed down for thousands of years, and each generation of cemetery master is the reincarnation of the previous generation."

"And after they awaken, even if they have never learned to read, they can recite the tens of millions of words of the King Gesar Epic."

"There have always been rumors about this matter. I have never been to the Snow Region, so I don't know if it is true."

Hearing Yang Xinxin's question, everyone looked at Pajigesang.

The God-given singing poets on the snowy plateau have always been a hot topic on the Internet, and they also want to know whether it is true or not.

Upon hearing this, Pajigesang nodded seriously.

"I can confirm this to you all. It is indeed true without a doubt. This is also our most effective method for identifying the reincarnated Undertaker."

His eyes drifted into the air, becoming pious and submissive.

"More than two thousand years ago, a great man appeared on the land of snow. He is our immortal hero, King Gesar!"

"He saved countless suffering people of the Snowland from the clutches of the Demonic Kingdom and established a powerful dynasty."

"The Epic of King Gesar is an immortal epic of the Snowland Plateau. Every citizen of the Snowland Plateau will sing praises of his great achievements!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yi asked curiously, "King Gesar wasn't the first funeral master, but since him, every generation of funeral masters has recited the 'King Gesar' story, right?"

He felt extremely magical in his heart and looked at Yang Xinxin and others. From their eyes, Zhang Yi knew that they were all doubting it.