spirit walker

Chapter 233 The Real Ancient Tomb

Chapter 233 The Real Ancient Tomb

Everything in the ancient tomb was shattered by the howling yin energy, revealing its original appearance.

——A winding and quiet path, dilapidated and desolate houses, faded and blackened red paper on the wooden door, withered grass roots and dry moss in the corner

He was still in the village, at his original location. The trekking through mountains and rivers and robbing caves before was just an illusion.

After breaking away from the illusion, Zhang Yuanqing turned his head sharply and looked at the quiet path behind him. A cloud of yin energy as thick as ink was coming from the end of the winding path.

Layers upon layers of surging, like thick smoke.

Right in front of the billowing smoke was the crying little Doubi.

He moved his limbs quickly, crying and crawling, bursting out at a speed that shouldn't be at this age, and the Yin Qi behind him chased him like thick smoke, and would swallow this mellow and cute little baby spirit at any time.

At this moment, he is extremely dependent on his master, just like a child depends on his parents.

Zhang Yuanqing felt a chill from the bottom of his heart, every nerve was roaring "run away", every muscle was tensed like a conditioned reflex, and the adrenaline soared, but it was not to support the body to fight, but to let the body When fleeing for your life, your legs and feet will not be weak.

The charm was broken, and there was still time to escape, Zhang Yuanqing twitched violently when he saw Xiao Doubi who was about to be swallowed by the "thick smoke".

The next moment, he rushed towards Xiao Doubi, towards the Yin Qi that was used like a tsunami, and rushed forward.

It was only when he rushed towards this terrifying yin energy that he truly realized the fear of Xiao Doubi. The breath rushing towards his face, carrying the power that could not be resisted, had already made him, the night wandering god, even before it arrived. , Heartbroken.

This is the coercion of high-ranking people on low-ranking people of the same profession.

Just like Ye Youshen restraining the spirit body.

In the rapid sprint, Zhang Yuanqing shook off the Yin-Yang magic robe and put it on, summoned the back soil boots, and put them on while running. His steps suddenly became thicker, and each foot made a dull sound, calming the disordered breath.

After running for another dozen meters, his legs felt weak for a while, his calf convulsed, and his face was as white as paper.

The closer he got to that yin energy, the more frightened he was, like meeting a natural enemy.

No, can't stop. He said to himself in his heart.

Two gleams of light emerged, turning into Thug Gauntlets and Explosive Pistols respectively.

grass!What's so embarrassing, people are dead, and the moment this dead woman holds two props, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly has this idea in his heart, and uses it to gain great courage, and the fear in his heart disappears.

Deng Deng Deng!

He finally rushed to Xiao Doubi, opened his arms, and hugged the little baby spirit who was rushing towards him tightly.

It was at this time that Yin Qi as thick as ink surged in front of his eyes. Zhang Yuanqing saw that the billowing black smoke dispersed, revealing a pair of embroidered shoes and a pleated red skirt.

Immediately afterwards, he saw "black smoke" spread out against the plump and towering chest, like a drawn curtain, revealing a gracefully curved jaw.

Finally, there was a beautiful face. Widow Li at the head of the village was right. This woman was indeed very handsome, but she was also very white.

And the scariest thing was her eyes, the sockets of which were filled with pitch-black energy, and the pupils were as blood-red as jewels.

Zhang Yuanqing's body trembled violently, and his teeth collided up and down, making a "click" sound. His face was completely drained of blood, just as pale as the woman in the red skirt in front of him.

But his heart was beating violently, beating with overload, and the rate of pumping could be seen through the rise and fall of the chest cavity.

Huge fear exploded in Zhang Yuanqing's heart. This was the most terrifying enemy he had ever faced, except for the Demon Eye King.

The Demon Eye King does not have the aura to suppress the Night God, but the woman in the red dress in front of her is different. She was obviously a powerful Night God, no, she was a star official.

Those eyes with dark eyes and pupils like blood were staring at Zhang Yuanqing without any emotion. She slowly raised her hand, and the sleeve slipped down, revealing a pale but delicate hand.

This hand grabbed Zhang Yuanqing's neck.

With a bang, Zhang Yuanqing's emotions exploded.

He seemed to have been greatly stimulated, and when he was on the verge of death, the burning anger in his heart briefly overwhelmed his fear.

The right boot glowed a thick, slightly viscous yellow light.

The muscles in his right leg bulged, splitting his trousers.

Snapped!

Zhang Yuanqing pulled out a whip leg, and pulled it towards the pale hand that had been caught.

The pale and delicate hand stopped, and slowly turned the palm.

Snapped!

Zhang Yuanqing's whip leg happened to hit the palm of the woman in the red skirt, and immediately, the sole of her foot was grabbed.

"Crack."

Zhang Yuanqing heard the sound of bones breaking in the sole of his foot.

That hand was obviously delicate and beautiful, but it possessed incomparable strength. What was even more frightening was that the deadly kick from the rear soil boot failed to shake that delicate and pale hand in any way.

Invincible, invincible. The thought of "fucking her to death" in Zhang Yuanqing's heart was quickly extinguished.

He seemed to have lost his mind and became reckless, touching his chest with both hands regardless.

"boom!"

The strong wind and waves and the red flames raised the princess's skirt and her black hair, while her face was cold and stiff.

Seeing that the shock wave of the explosion could not force the princess back, Zhang Yuanqing cursed in his heart, "Fuck", even the attack of the earth boots could not repel her. Why do I think that the gloves of extraordinary quality can work?

Worst of all, such a delay wastes precious life-saving time.

The princess let go of the sole of her foot, and her pale and delicate hand grabbed it again, almost touching his neck.

A layer of hoarfrost quickly condensed on Zhang Yuanqing's neck.

At the critical moment, Zhang Yuanqing pressed the drum button of the Elvis Presley speaker, and at the same time summoned the red shoes.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The dull, deafening drums tear the eardrums, aiming at all spirits and spirits, making the listeners fearful and shaken.

The Princess's hand gave an unnoticeable pause.

Two touches of red light covered Zhang Yuanqing's feet. After wearing it, his body collapsed without warning, and he split to avoid the princess's hand.

Hearing the sound of the drum, the princess's indifferent and fierce pupils seemed to shrink for a moment, and then her eyes became more fierce, with raised black blood vessels crawling up her pale cheeks.

Although his face was stiff, Zhang Yuanqing could clearly feel the furious emotion.

The drum beat made her go berserk?No, the drum sound doesn't have the ability. Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback for a moment, and then thought of something.

It's the devil!

The demon king also entered this dungeon back then, and he must have been wearing an Elvis speaker at that time. The sound of the drums stimulated the princess, and it seemed to bring back unpleasant memories for her.

Fuck, what did that idiot Mo Jun do to her back then? !

Zhang Yuanqing cursed in his heart.

Under the control of the red dancing shoes, he flicked his legs, jumped up, and ran towards the outside of the village.

The red shoes are not subject to the suppression of the princess.

Zhang Yuanqing endured the pain in his right foot, shut down the drum in panic, and looked back, his pupils constricted violently.

The smoky Yin Qi turned into a palm bigger than a house and grabbed at him.

In the palm is the furious princess.

The palm of the hand was like an overturned building, smashing towards the dead bodies of the people running wildly.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing immediately split his spirit body into two and entered the Yin Corpse. At the same time, he summoned a human-shaped membrane as thin as a cicada's wing from his inventory.

Perfect human skin!

He slammed the prop at Dead One behind him.

Dead No. [-] (Zhang Yuanqing) took the prop and put a cover on his head. The humanoid membrane "melted" into a puddle of liquid, covering Dead No. [-].

In the next second, Dead One turned into a handsome and energetic young man in his early twenties.

It was Zhang Yuanqing.

This Zhang Yuanqing turned around, fled into a small path on the side, and parted ways with the main body.

The giant hand that overturned seemed to be affected by some kind of influence, and it froze in mid-air. After a short struggle, it chased after Zhang Yuanqing, who had transformed from a corpse.

"Huh, I didn't come after you!"

Sensing the tsunami-like yin qi chasing the yin corpse away, Zhang Yuanqing felt the joy of escaping from death, as well as the weakness of excessive emotional consumption.

Zhang Yuanqing didn't dare to stay for a moment, and urged the red dancing shoes to rush to the field and the back mountain.

With the help of red dancing shoes, he ignored the terrain and ran to the ancient tomb without paying for the convenience of physical strength.

Dead One can't last long, no, it can't run for long.

It will soon be killed by the princess.

The ancient tomb is a safe refuge, not just going out of the village, the princess will definitely come after her.

Zhang Yuanqing walked on the undulating mountains and large raised rock walls like walking on flat ground, and his goal was the robbery cave in his memory.

Although what he saw before was an illusion, Zhang Yuanqing believed that it was not an illusion, but an illusion based on reality.

The reason is very simple, he has never been to the ancient tomb, but everything there is so real, from the architecture of the ancient tomb to the funerary objects, everything is well-founded, which is why he was deceived.

That bronze mirror was dug out from an ancient tomb, and this is something it knows, so it can create such a seamless illusion.

A few minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing arrived at the robbery cave in the illusion.

His analysis was correct, the location of the ancient tomb is here.

"Release!"

Zhang Yuanqing immediately released the wearing mode of the red dancing shoes, quickly jumped into the robbery hole, and walked along the narrow passage.

The red dancing shoes "da da da" followed behind, and a message appeared above:

【Would you like to dance with me.】

It looked like it was chasing Zhang Yuanqing for a dance.

After walking through the passage of the tomb robbery, Zhang Yuanqing jumped into the tomb room, first looked around, and sure enough, he saw the clay sculptures of maids and guards standing in the four corners, and even the crack marks and broken limbs were exactly the same as in the environment.

Only then did he feel relieved, and sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

The air in the tomb is a bit dull, obviously lacking in oxygen, which is different from that in the illusion.

"I didn't realize it from this detail, alas, lack of experience in tomb robbery, I suffered a lot"

Zhang Yuanqing sighed and thought.

"Da da da"

Red Dance Shoes jumped into the tomb, came to the side, lifted his left foot and kicked him.

【Would you like to dance with me.】

If the owner does not pay the price within a short period of time, the red shoes' favor with the owner will decrease, and the owner will be chased and killed.

Kicking him meant that Red Dancing Shoes didn't love him anymore.

"Willing willing."

Zhang Yuanqing got up helplessly, endured the severe pain in the soles of his feet, and finished a dance with the red shoes.

He felt that his foot injury was getting worse.

Zhang Yuanqing put away the red dancing shoes, slumped on the ground, trying not to move his injured right foot.

The reason why he was able to finish the tap dance with a comminuted fracture of the bones of the soles of the feet is due to the back soil boots.

——Honest people have good stamina!

Sometimes, the price of props is not a kind of ability, just like just now, the reason why he was able to overcome the fear in his heart and the coercion of high-ranking people was all thanks to the two fire master props, the Thug Gauntlet and the Explosive Pistol.

This is the basis for Zhang Yuanqing's subsequent series of operations.

Although reckless and mindless operations were made because of this, overall it paid off.

Suddenly, an unimaginably powerful coercion came from above.

Zhang Yuanqing shuddered, curled up instinctively, and raised his head nervously to observe.

The princess came after him.

He watched in fear for a long time, until the coercion hovered above for a long time, and then receded.

"Going away?" Zhang Yuanqing let out a long breath, and then covered his chest, feeling distressed for a while:

"Unfortunately, a ghost corpse was lost."

Using the property of "assuming cause and effect" of perfect human skin to make the Yin Corpse his own scapegoat, this method was thought of by Zhang Yuanqing in a flash of inspiration during the crisis just now.

Fu Qingyang is right, the more dangerous the moment, the more potential he can explode.

Although the perfect human skin is cursed, although it is very bad, but from a certain point of view, it is an out-and-out artifact.

"I hope the princess won't take away the props, otherwise this dungeon is really a blood loss."

Zhang Yuanqing stood up, turned his gaze to the aisle door, and to the main tomb.

In the previous illusion, the coffin and the box could not be opened. He wanted to see if these things could be opened in reality.

(End of this chapter)