The musty smell is floating in the air, making people feel that this is a land belonging to the dead. Are there a few wandering souls sighing in the darkness? We should not break into this place.
Suddenly I saw a will-o'-the-wisp flickering in front of me. The old man was stunned for a moment. I didn't know why he was like this, so he asked, "So many dead people didn't scare you. A little will-o'-the-wisp would scare you like this."
The old Taoist didn't answer, and looked ahead with a shocked expression. I followed his gaze and saw where the will-o'-the-wisps were floating, a copper coffin with red lines on it.
"What's going on?" I asked the old man, looking at the copper coffin in front of me.
"His grandma met the Corpse King." The old Taoist said to me, staring blankly at the copper coffin in front of him.
"King of corpses?" My heart beat two beats faster. So many copper coffins were dumped on the ground, but this one was not only not damaged, but also had a red rope attached to it.
"Are you scared?" The old Taoist snorted coldly.
"That's not true. It's not like I've never seen this kind of scene before. What's even more terrifying than this is that I feel like I'm in a deserted place. How could I be so frightened by this copper coffin?"
"You don't understand this. It's rare enough to use a copper coffin, and it's also wrapped with red rope. Maybe there must be some evil toy lying inside. It's not even the monster that turned the corpse over.
Dare to move!" Old Tao'er analyzed.
However, that strange coffin just lay there quietly, without a trace of life, but it was impossible to say when it would lose its temper.
We were staring at the coffin with all our attention, as if facing a formidable enemy. Suddenly there was a crisp sound behind us, which diverted my attention from the copper coffin.
After hearing this, the old Taoist kept waving the torch in his hand. As soon as he turned around, the voice disappeared again. There were murderous intentions hidden everywhere in the darkness, but the two of us could only sit back and wait for death.
When I thought of the tragic situation of the snow fox being sucked dry of its flesh and blood, my scalp felt numb. I picked up a torch on the ground and was about to light it, but the surroundings fell into darkness. It was the old Taoist who put out the torch.
I made a silent gesture with my mouth.
"Senior, what are you doing?"
"You brag about your rich experience, but you don't understand this." Then he lowered his voice and said, "Is that inner elixir still there?"
The sudden darkness made me breathless, and the sound of cracking bones strained my nerves.
"Torches can easily bring disaster, so quickly find the inner elixir, which should also be able to illuminate."
I felt dizzy. Although the inner elixir could also emit light, which was much brighter than the will-o’-the-wisps beside me, it was no more than a star of light in this huge cave. There was no benefit from a torch. But since
He must have had his own intention when he said this, so he hurriedly groped in his trouser pocket for a while.
I took out the inner elixir that shimmered with yellow light and handed it to him, but the old Taoist pulled my hand directly, put it in his mouth, and took a bite. I was trembling with pain, but I didn't dare to cry out.
He quickly lowered his voice and asked him: "Are you crazy? Why are you biting my hand?"
He didn't answer, and dropped my still bleeding middle finger onto the inner elixir. I was confused, but I saw that the inner elixir was shining brightly, brighter than a hundred-watt light bulb.
I looked at him with my mouth wide open and asked, "Why does it light up after just two drops of blood?"
"This inner elixir has just been taken off, but the fox spirit has not been eliminated. I dripped your pure blood on it to dispel the irritation. Although it is of no great use, it is enough for lighting." The old Taoist held up the inner elixir and explained.
At this time, the noise was getting louder and louder. Although the illumination range of this inner elixir was large, it could not illuminate the entire crypt. My legs were numb when I walked, but I still didn't reach the end. I really don't know how big this crypt is.
The old Taoist held up the inner alchemy and carefully walked around the copper coffin with the red thread. Suddenly he heard a heart-rending roar behind him. When I looked back, I saw that it was a humanoid monster covered with tumors.
Two fangs were exposed, and saliva hung from his mouth. Black-red mucus was flowing all over his body, and bursts of stench came from it, making people feel sick.
But the most surprising thing is that there is a long knife directly embedded in its flesh on its abdomen. It may be
It was inserted while fighting with someone. This monster looked at us with its red eyes, but it had no intention of pounce.
Both Lao Dao'er and I stared at it intently, but it tilted its bloated head down and stared at us. I slowly moved back and saw that Lao Dao'er was still holding Dong Cunrui's blow to the bunker.
In the same posture as before, holding the inner elixir up, not daring to move.
I looked at the weird expression of the monster and asked the old man: "How much do you know? Have you ever seen this kind of monster?"
The old Taoist chattered his upper and lower teeth and said to me: "I also want to ask you if you know. Who knows what kind of monster this damn thing is."
The monster's facial features had lost their shape and were all occupied by disgusting tumors. When it opened its mouth, a piece of flesh fell out, revealing its still beating blood.
"How can I say that?" I unconsciously took a step back, and the monster also moved forward. I leaned on the copper coffin and moved slowly.
The monster was whimpering as if it wanted to say something.
"This monster is quite easy-going. He wants to learn how to eat it with us."
"Haha, you are quite optimistic."
"That's right, you can't be scared by this monster."
At this time, the monster suddenly lowered its body, which made me jump in fright, but it overturned the copper coffin with a wooden frame behind it to the ground. At this time, my mind went blank, and I didn't know where to put my hands and feet.
After two "bulging" sounds, I turned around and saw that the red threads on the copper coffin were breaking one by one. There was a constant thorning sound in the copper coffin, as if something was scratching the lid of the coffin.
But the old Taoist bit his lip tightly and slowly moved back. One wave after another, and the monster didn't know what it was doing, but the zombie in the copper coffin was coming to life again.
But seeing that the copper coffin was sealed with copper juice, the monster was just staring at the two of us. I don’t know what it meant. Just as the old Taoer and I slowly moved back, the monster inside the copper coffin
The scratching sound got louder and louder, like the sound of steel bars scratching iron sheets, which made me feel numb all over.
With a "boom" sound, the coffin lid flew into the air with a burst of wind, and a burst of black air immediately poured out. I dodged to the side, but at this time, Lao Daoer had already collapsed on the ground.
Looking at the human figure looming in the black dust, standing upright in the open space in the distance.
"White Mountain Corpse King." Old Tao'er looked at the looming figure and said to himself.
I didn't know what the White Mountain Corpse King was. I only saw the black shadow gradually approaching us, and suddenly felt an invisible pressure on my chest. Then I saw that the old Taoist's face was blue, and his nostrils were dripping with blood.
Finally, I could clearly see the face of the corpse king that the veteran said. It was no different from an ordinary walking corpse, except that its skin was covered in blue and purple, but white hairs continued to grow.
It's too late to say it, but it's too late to say it's too late. It roared and rushed towards us.
The old Taoist didn't move, calmly watching the corpse king's inelegant movements, quietly waiting for the bite of death.
The monster, who had been standing in the distance and watching us, let out a long roar. As if he was extremely angry, he got up and pounced on the Corpse King in mid-air.
The sudden turn of events shocked me, and while I was panicking, I saw the monster and the corpse king biting each other on the ground, rolling around.
Two inches of the corpse king's fingernails had dug deeply into the monster's chest. The monster did not show any weakness. Judging from the strength of the handle, it seemed that it was not much weaker than the corpse king. He raised his head sharply, and saw two sharp horns.
The teeth have already sunk into the skull of the corpse king.
Lao Tao'er and I didn't know why. We were supposed to be prey, but why did these two monsters suddenly start fighting? The two monsters were fighting fiercely, and their roars were deafening.
I covered my ears with my hands and pulled the old man back. Seeing that the monster had already pulled out its fangs, he wanted to bite it again, but he was bitten hard and the big fangs were suddenly broken.
The corpse king dug his hands deep into the chest of the humanoid monster and pulled it out violently, causing blood to splash everywhere. The humanoid monster wailed and took two steps back. The corpse king ignored him and headed straight towards me.
They rushed.
But the humanoid monster seemed to be anxious, so it pounced forward, threw the Corpse King to the ground, and grabbed the Corpse King's head with both hands. There was a crisp "snap" sound, and the surrounding area returned to its usual calm.
The old Taoist's hands trembled and he dropped the inner elixir on the ground. Although it was not as shocking as when the Suzaku fought against the Green Dragon, after watching this battle between the dragon and the tiger, he felt a chill in his heart.
The monster stood up staggeringly, covering his chest with one hand, whimpering and moving towards us. But at this time, the old Taoist was not nervous at all. I thought he must have some way to escape, so he said to the old Taoer
: "Hey, this monster is injured. Let's cut off a bone and use a stick to destroy it."
The old Taoist looked at me calmly and said, "This is not a monster, this is a living person. He was saving us both just now."
I couldn't believe my ears, "How could this be a human being?"
I stared blankly at this monster, and saw that there was a trace of desolation in his protruding eyes, like a helpless child looking for someone to cry to. This is not the look that a monster should have. It does not carry a person.
The body a living person should have.
Old Dao'er slowly approached him. The monster made a pop, half-knelt on the ground, picked up a piece of wood, and pulled it on the ground. From time to time, it looked at the approaching Old Dao'er.
I was a little numb and didn't know what he was going to do. I wanted to pull Lao Dao'er back, but Lao Dao'er refused.
At this time, Lao Daoer, who had already walked to the monster, suddenly said: "Just write what you want to say."
The monster glanced at Old Dao'er and continued to pull on the ground. His chest was still bleeding. Finally he couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground. He tried to get up but was unable to do so. He whimpered and half-lifted his body.
His head fell heavily to the ground. The big hand with five fingers was still holding the wooden cube, and he refused to close his eyes.
"You...how did you know he was human?"
"Eye." The old Taoist squatted down with a solemn expression. He wanted to help him close his eyes, but found that his eyelids were already rotten.
I swallowed, wondering what this man had gone through. Maybe death was God's greatest gift to him.
The old Taoist breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at the messy handwriting on the ground: "The window has been cold for several years, and the sun and moon have lacked light. I don't know how far outside the sky is, and my beloved wife hates hanging on the beam. Evil is born in the guts, and there is no way to recover. There is no way to ascend to immortality, and the nine ghosts cannot be crossed.
.If you move forward, don’t believe..."
After the old man finished reading, his whole body was trembling. I didn’t fully understand the meaning of those sentences, and I didn’t know why the old man was so excited: “What do these sentences mean? It feels like they are telling us something.
"
The old Taoist sighed and said to me: "This man's wife was insulted and hanged himself. He wanted to take revenge, but he was persecuted miserably and was cast by evil spirits. He ended up like this today. He can't survive. Please
No way, I don’t know what he wants to tell us, I just wrote this.”
After hearing the buzzing in my head, I became furious: "His grandma stole someone's wife and turned her into this. Let me know who had to kill him."
Although I didn't know the man's name, looking at his miserable appearance, tears had already slipped down his cheeks. I couldn't bear to look at him anymore. Only the messy and complicated handwriting on the ground confirmed his endless pain.
"Burn it, don't let him die and suffer. After all, he saved both of our lives." Before I could finish speaking, the old man had already started collecting the cubes of wood.
A simple memorial service, when the flames are extinguished and the smoke falls, I don't know where it will fall. Maybe he is holding his wife's pair of shoes and her skillful sewing hands, looking at each other, the years are passing by, and he has no regrets.
"Is there such a place in the world, like when I was a child, where every chimney is smoking, and every family's face glows brightly as long as they can eat whole grains."
"The human heart is a thick soil where evil thoughts are raging. There are people everywhere, and there is no pure place." The old Taoist sighed as he stared at the will-o'-the-wisp in the dark.
Chapter completed!