Immediately afterwards, the coffin that fell out of the mouth of the giant snake Xiangliu shook violently.
My pupils shrank when I saw this. There must be a body inside, and I didn't know whose body it could be.
Could it be the body of King Chuzhuang? Currently, Wei Du has never seen the body of King Chuzhuang in this ancient tomb of the Warring States Period.
As if to verify what I said, the dark coffin exploded suddenly, and a stream of black gas floated out from inside.
The coffin lid was quickly corroded by the black energy, and was pushed away with great force from the inside. A dark hand stretched out of the coffin.
Grasping the sides of the coffin tightly, I saw that the nails on the dark palms were very sharp and the bones of the hands looked very thick.
It is also covered with some tiny scales, forming an inverted triangle shape and densely attached to the back of the hand.
I observed these black hands from a distance, and I frowned. A zombie's hands were actually covered with scales.
This kind of scales seems to be found only on snakes. The corpse is holding on to the sides of the coffin with both hands.
He didn't even continue to move. The white-skinned old raccoon boy watched in amusement, kicking his huge paws on the ground.
"Hey, is there an ancient corpse here? Is it a powerful zombie king?"
"The real master who is hiding behind, come out. You can't hide your figure in front of me."
Suddenly, the white-skinned old raccoon boy looked in one direction, and I followed its gaze.
The white-skinned old raccoon boy felt that there was someone else here, it must be the man with glasses or Jin Pengfei.
Right at the passage where Xiang Liu used to eat, there was a person standing at the eighth farthest cave entrance.
A gray cloak covered most of his body, hiding his face in the darkness, leaving only a silhouette.
I stared carefully, but the distance was too far and the view was unreal, as if my face was covered with fog.
Instead of giving up, he instantly used the Blood Demon Eye Technique, focused his eyes and tried to look at that person again.
I don’t know who this person is, but I can at least tell from his clothes that he is not the bespectacled Professor Liu.
But this person was not Jin Pengfei, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart: Damn, why are there so many strangers.
The person hiding in the shadow moved his fingers and took out a white round object from his body.
Although I didn't see the person's appearance clearly, I could clearly see the things in his hands.
It was a child's head, with many small circular holes dug out in different parts.
Seeing this thing instantly reminded me of a person, the corpse exorcist Wang De who I killed.
At that time, Wang De had a Huangquan bone flute in his hand. The thing the man in front of him was holding was almost the same as the Huangquan bone flute.
Sure enough, the man took the child's bones in his hand, put them under his mouth, and started playing softly.
A faint melody floated in the field, and the sound was actually very soft and not harsh.
However, the more I listened, the more something felt wrong, and my eyes seemed to be attracted to it.
My body twisted slightly unconsciously, as if it was out of control, which shocked me.
He hurriedly forced his will and used his right hand to suppress his left hand, because the range of movement of his left hand was very large at this time.
I felt an inexplicable panic in my heart: What kind of evil magic is this? A little melody can affect the mind.
His heart was in a state of confusion for a moment, and he swayed slightly, took a few steps back, and looked directly at the person playing the evil music.
Maybe my reaction was a little too big, but the white-skinned old raccoon boy who was originally joking about watching the show actually looked towards me.
The eyes on the huge head were slightly narrowed, and the teeth were bared in a humane manner, looking extremely dissatisfied.
I couldn't help but curse in my heart: Damn, you are an old raccoon, but you are still so humane.
What the hell is that expression on your face? No matter how you look at it, you always have an expression that looks like a bad guy like me.
Damn it, I was despised by a beast, even though this beast may have a high level of cultivation.
I saw the white-skinned old raccoon boy's body full of demonic energy, sweeping out of his body and attacking me very quickly.
This sudden demonic energy really confused me, mainly because I was scared.
Why is this old monster so crazy? Just now you told me that you had something to talk about, and then you attacked me backhand?
But I still thought wrong. This demon element was actually very gentle and unexpectedly surrounded me.
It was firmly protected in the demon element, forming a strong protection, and a slight look of surprise flashed in my eyes.
Why is this old monster using his monster energy to protect me? This is completely confused by it.
"you"
I looked at the white-skinned old raccoon boy and asked suspiciously, but I didn't know how to ask.
There was nothing more to say. I could only stand there and watch like this, spitting out Xiang Liu's black coffin.
The body seemed to have been evacuated, and the black snake head was already a little sluggish, coiled into a circle again.
People hiding in the darkness, the sad and soft music lingered, but I couldn't hear it anymore.
Immediately afterwards, I seemed to understand something. It should be the demonic energy of the old white-skinned raccoon boy that played a role.
Completely blocking this magical sound that can affect people's minds, but this person saw that the music he played was of no use to me.
The white-skinned old raccoon boy simply ignored the sound and stopped playing.
He put the instrument made of the child's skull into his body again and hid it, and coughed.
"Old guy, I'm really surprised you showed up here and ruined my good deeds."
Surprisingly, when I heard this person speak, I thought his voice was very harsh.
But I couldn't tell what was strange about it, it was as if the words were deliberately suppressed from the throat.
The white-skinned old raccoon man walked slowly, his tail swishing from time to time, and he puffed out air.
"Go away, you can ask your master to come over."
The white-skinned old raccoon boy was really rude, and he directly told the man in the shadow to get out.
But my focus was not here, but thinking in my mind: Has this person changed his voice?
Is he just a pawn? Are there more powerful people behind?
The man in gray robe seemed to be irritated and shouted angrily: "Old guy, don't think I'm afraid of you."
I saw this man moving his hands together, making strange hand seals, apparently casting a spell.
The black hands in the dark coffin moved again, and a figure suddenly stood upright.
He was wearing a large black royal robe and a red jumpsuit from the waist down.
The two sleeves of the black Hanfu imperial robe are embroidered with two dragons and two phoenixes respectively.
Showing the majesty and splendor of this royal robe, there is a crown on the head with a bead chain on it.
When I saw this demonic figure standing up in the black coffin, I had already confirmed his identity.
This corpse that has turned into a zombie king is Xiong Lv, the king of Chuzhuang who I can't find anywhere.
This bear couple looked extremely ugly at the moment, and there was no trace of what a human should look like.
If it weren't for this royal robe that only emperors can wear, I wouldn't be able to determine his identity.
Xiong Lv's body hidden under the imperial robe was completely out of shape, becoming tall and thick-boned.
Corpse gas is still spraying from his nostrils. It is obvious that this zombie king is very powerful, no worse than Meihua.
His momentum has even surpassed that of Plum Blossom, and he may have the strength of a high-level zombie king.
Such a powerful zombie king made me grin, and I was secretly preparing to unleash plum blossoms.
There are no plum blossoms by my side, but with three paper figures, it's really not enough to save my life.
Who would have thought that this bear lover turned into a zombie king, and the white-skinned old raccoon boy didn't take it seriously and didn't even look at him.
Squatting lazily on the ground, he sneered and roared: "The art of raising corpses?"
