The old Tao'er picked up the inner elixir on the ground and continued to move forward, beating a hungry drum in his belly. When he could no longer hold on, he had already reached the end of the crypt. The old Tao'er covered his thighs and shook out the inner elixir from his trouser pocket.
I carefully caught some residue from the cigarette gourd and put it in my mouth.
Looking at the stone wall in front of me, the stone steps are spiraling upward, and the cold wind is filtering through, making people shiver with coldness. The old Taoist told me to avoid this evil wind, which is a bit abnormal.
I laughed at him for being a little too arrogant, but I didn't dare to be careless.
"This is ghost wind lumps, wandering spirits and wild ghosts causing trouble."
"They're just some little brats, don't worry." I helped the old man climb up step by step. When I got tired, I sat on the steps to rest for a while.
The two of us climbed all the way. I don’t know how long we climbed. Even though the cave was dark, our bones and muscles were numb when we looked down. Occasionally we fell down from the rocks below, and echoes kept coming. It’s hard to imagine that we would slip and fall.
Will there still be whole bodies?
Climbing the stone steps to the end, I was panting from exhaustion. A wooden door blocked the front, and it was tightly closed. I asked the old Taoist doubtfully: "This door is so tightly sealed, where did the evil wind blowing underneath just now come from."
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"Since I said it was evil wind, I can't just generalize from it. In ancient times, people thought that wind was caused by wandering souls, but according to the current explanation, wind is caused by air pressure. I don't know how big this cave is, and the terrain is uneven.
There will definitely be a flow of Qi, so most Feng Shui masters look at the wind first and then choose the water. If the wind outlet is found right, the location will be determined. But this wind is a wind of evil spirits, which may be related to the Yin Qi here.
It has something to do with it." Lao Daoer explained to me.
I nodded and saw that the door was densely engraved with runes, probably because I was afraid that the mutated corpse would break through the door.
He wanted to kick him away with his feet, but he was afraid that he would be thrown down the stone steps if he failed. The old Taoist rubbed his hands and stood up to hit the wooden door. I was about to grab him when I heard him scream and fell out of the door.
Just as I was about to go out, I retracted my feet that had been raised in the air. When I saw that there was a snowfield with a drop of nearly ten meters below me, I fell heavily to the snow below.
He staggered up and shouted at me. I looked dizzy. Even if I jumped from such a high place with preparation, I would still vomit blood. When I was hesitating, I saw the old Taoist below shouting at me.
I kept waving my hands and pointing behind me. I knew something must be following behind me, but I didn't dare to look back.
Suddenly I felt a strong wind coming from behind. Something grabbed my back and kept dragging me back. I looked back and saw that the White Mountain Corpse King had followed me again at some point, dragging me back.
I have to stuff it into my mouth as long as I can, life and death hang on a thread.
When I was unlucky, I hit the back of my head with my heels, and I was about to walk out, but something happened. I jerked forward, and my clothes were torn apart. The corpse king suddenly let go, his center of gravity was unstable, and he took two steps back.
, at this time I became fierce and took advantage of your illness to kill you. I flew up and kicked the Corpse King in the chest. The Corpse King took another step back, but this step alone was the end of its zombie career.
last step.
For a long time, a crisp sound echoed in the cave, and the lingering sound lingered for a long time.
I saw that the Corpse King had already fallen, so I didn't dare to delay. After taking a full breath, I jumped down with my eyes closed, and fell heavily on the snow. Although I was not injured, stars were popping up in front of my eyes.
I stood up and saw that the old Taoist was still staring at the entrance of the cave with his mouth open. I patted him and said, "That Corpse King is not that good either. He took care of all the bones and debris with one kick and smashed them into pieces."
"It's not the Corpse King this time." The old Taoist said to me while keeping his nose shut.
"We must be forced to death. If there is anything else to do, come out." I shouted loudly.
But when I saw the scene in front of me, I didn't feel confident enough. I swallowed my saliva and saw four or five zombies crawling up from nowhere.
"Crow's Mouth!"
"Damn it, I didn't meet any walking corpses inside. Why did all those walking corpses return to the sun when I came out?"
I saw a walking corpse roaring towards me, and I could even smell the rotten stench emanating from his body. The old Taoist picked up a wooden stick from somewhere and hit the walking corpse in mid-air, sending it flying far away.
But the zombies were getting closer and closer, and several zombies were roaring and rushing over together.
I was about to use the power of the prohibition to take care of these bastards and open my eyes to the true methods of those who make contracts with gods and ghosts.
At this moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, and a long sword with a cold light slashed past the door, and a walking corpse fell on the snow.
In the midst of shock, I suddenly saw a burly figure running quickly through the snow towards the walking corpse in front of me. He pulled out the iron sword nailed to the walking corpse, but he didn't have time to raise his hand to kill the walking corpse rushing towards him. He shouted, then slapped the zombie on the head with his hand, and the sound of cracking bones reached his ears.
The body of the walking corpse was bent back 90 degrees and fell on the snow. The cold light of the sword was glaring, and the head of the walking corpse was broken and the bones were cracked. After a while, all the walking corpses were killed. I stared blankly at the man's face. Looking back, he sighed secretly: "What a neat skill."
The man turned around, breathing heavily, with thick eyebrows and round eyes, with a fierce murderous aura. He frowned, looked at us both, and asked: "You
Who are we, how did we get here, how did those corpses transform into corpses, and where did you come in from."
I didn’t know how to answer this string of questions, so I was embarrassed and didn’t answer. The old Taoist beside me clasped his fists and said: "The two of us are going to Qilinpo to visit Pan Xiao and a group of people. An old man, I wonder if this place is Qilin Slope."
After hearing this, the man turned sideways, stood his long sword in front of him, stared at the clear moon, glanced at the old Taoist with his peripheral vision, and asked coldly: "What are you looking for for him? The same goes for the Qilin Corpse Monster in Fulonggang. You killed them."
I don't know what a Qilin Corpse Monster is, but I guess he may be talking about that weird guy covered in sarcoma. The old man didn't know how to answer, so he nodded vaguely.
The man suddenly turned around, changed his attitude 180 degrees, smiled, held Old Tao'er's hand, and said to Old Tao'er: "Thank you for getting rid of the corpse monster in Qilinpo."
The old Taoist was stunned for a moment, rolled his eyes, pointed at me, and said: "That corpse monster was killed by this little brother. He is...oh, he is a close disciple of Xiaoyaozi."
"Xiaoyaozi?" I don't know why the old Taoist said that I am Xiaoyaozi's closed disciple, and what is the purpose of moving Xiaoyaozi out. I just think that he is incoherent, and it is not such a trick.
The man looked shocked and said to me, "Oh, are you Xiaoyaozi's disciple?"
I nodded, and the man looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, and said to me: "Haha, let me tell you, if you were an ordinary person, how could you kill that zombie monster unscathed! I have heard of Xiaoyaozi's name for a long time, but why? We have met each other before, and when we meet today, the disciples are so skilled, it is really extraordinary."
I felt ashamed for a while, but I couldn't help but ask him: "How do you know that the corpse monster is dead? What happened to the corpse monster?"
The man thought for a while, sighed, and said to me: "I'm not afraid of my little brother's jokes. Fulonggang was originally a temporary morgue for Evergrande's birthday, and it needs to be guarded every day for fear of corpse transformation."
But at some point, the corpse monster broke in and used it as a lair. All the guards in the post were bled. Several batches of first-rate experts were sent into the village, but they all failed to get in. But the corpse monster was there.
It can suppress the corpse transformation inside, but there is a thousand-year-old corpse in Fulonggang. It will happen at any time. I want to set it on fire, but no one can get in. Nothing has happened in the past few years, but I feel uneasy in my heart. Just now.
When you hear the ringing of the Soul Resurrection Bell, you know that the monster is dead. If it weren't for the Corpse King, he wouldn't have been able to run out at this time. Since the little brother got rid of the corpse monster for us and is Xiaoyaozi's apprentice, there is nothing to say. Follow me into the village.
Chapter completed!