The vitality circulates in the acupuncture points. In fact, for raising corpses, it is not good to be angry at Chongyang or Chongyin. The anger at Chongyang is Yang evil.
Just like the anger in the tomb now is Yang evil, it seems to be no problem, but it will make the corpse unable to rest in peace.
For example, this feathered evil corpse was warmed and raised in the evil spirit of Yang, so terrifying.
When I entered before, I felt there was a problem here, also because the tomb was on the surface.
I think it is impossible for Guan Xiantao, a great gentleman, not to know such a basic issue and let himself be buried on the ground with such a strong Yang evil spirit.
Now that I see this hole, all I can think of is that it was Guan Xiantao's plan to transform into an evil corpse. It was his knife that killed all the people entering the tomb, and it was also his tombkeeper.
What he said about looking for disciples may not be false...
As long as the feathered evil corpse is broken and the path in the coffin is found, I'm afraid we can see his body...
The moment my thoughts settled, Lai Qian had already clung to the edge of the coffin with one hand.
Although he was old, his body bones were still flexible. He jumped into the coffin and drilled directly into the hole.
Bi Zong murmured: "Liao Cheng cannot be allowed to monopolize the Five Jedi Books and the Ten Physiognomy."
The moment the words fell, he turned over and followed.
Jiang Pan nodded to me cautiously, and he climbed directly onto the coffin and got into the hole.
I followed closely, but Xu, the paper man, did not follow.
He frowned, almost turning into a knot.
"Uncle Xu, we are about to arrive. Come down with us to avoid any changes up there." I turned around, put my hands on the side of the hole, and called the paper man Xu in a low voice.
The paper man Xu exhaled, shook his head and said, "I'll stay up there and look at that ghost thing."
"Ten Observation Techniques and Five Jue Earth Books are useless to me. If he breaks the talisman, we really have nothing to do. Yin Yang, you should not have a second talisman like that. I will give you the signal, as long as If you hear my reminder, you must come up immediately!"
"Even if we don't get the corpse pill, we have to leave, leaving the green hills behind, and we are not afraid of running out of firewood! Yin Yang, do you understand?!"
My heart trembled slightly, and my eyes became much more determined. I nodded and said, "I know, I want to go back alive. Dunkong protected me, so I have to protect the two of them."
Paperman Xu nodded.
Immediately afterwards, the paper man Xu glanced inside the coffin again, and he said unnaturally: "I have met Mr. Yilong. When he and the master left, I clearly remember his appearance. He is not among these corpses. I feel ...He might have gotten in, so be careful."
My complexion suddenly changed again. Without wasting time or talking, I turned around and got into the deep hole...
The conversation with Paperman Xu took some time, but there was no one in front of me anymore...
It took about half a cup of tea to crawl through the pitch-black sloping tunnel, and my head poked out of the cramped cave wall.
Looking up, I got out of the body, only to realize that I came out of a wall diagonally...
The first thing you see is a strange tomb.
This tomb should be octagonal, with a faint white light.
The light source comes from oil lamps on the wall.
The lamps protrude from the wall, and they turn out to be complete human heads...
The heads and necks of those people were cut off and bound with gold. Bronze was passed through the neck bones and pierced through the wall.
Their faces were facing upwards, their mouths were wide open, and their mouths were filled with grease.
The wick as thick as a finger is burning faintly...
Each head is extremely large, with seemingly square faces, and their braids are hanging down and long...
In the center of the tomb, there is a tomb...
There were several people in front of the grave.
One of them was Liao Cheng, who was pale and bleeding from the corner of his mouth. Jiang Pan stood beside him, looking at the other two with vigilant eyes.
The other two people were clearly Bizong and Lai Qian.
In this dark environment, Bi Zong actually held a short blade that seemed to be polished from human bones in his hand. Lai Qian also took out the white whip he had just used.
In fact, I had recognized it before. It was the Eight House Whip that I gave to Jiang Munu.
Lai Qian is senior and old. It doesn’t surprise me that he has eight house whips...
At this time, both Bizong and Lai Qian looked at me warily.
There was a hint of coldness in the corner of Liao Cheng's mouth, and he said word by word: "Three against two, you two old guys, I don't know how you have managed to survive until now, but what are you trying to rob?!" Liao Cheng's eyes were extremely cold.
In addition to the coldness, there was also a faint excitement.
I got out of the hole.
The vigilance and coldness in Lai Qian's eyes became stronger, and his old tone became more cautious: "Liao Cheng, we have all gone through a lot of hardships to get here. The three of you want to monopolize it, and you won't be able to get a piece of the pie. , that would be too greedy.”
Liao Cheng sneered, and then said: "Ten thousand hardships? Just now we were dealing with the feathered evil corpse. I don't know how you concealed it from others. Now you come out and say that you have gone through tons of hardships?"
"The ones who are suffering are Xu Shuang, Li Heng, Zhang Yan, and Duanmu Yi who died on the road, not you two old guys."
Bizong squinted his eyes, but there was a bit of murderous intent in his gray eyes.
"Liao Cheng, if you insist on monopolizing it, don't blame me for being cruel. It's not certain who will be able to get out of this place alive by then."
"Either we divide the five unique burial books and ten physiognomy techniques together, or we don't get out alive!"
"You don't suffer, you and Li Yinyang still want Guan Xiantao's corpse pill!" I didn't say anything. I could actually see the excitement in Liao Cheng's eyes. It was definitely not because of seeing Guan Xiantao's real grave.
It's because we still need dead people here...
It is not that easy for us to pull Guan Xiantao out of the tomb.
It is necessary to use the resentment of the husband's death to wash away the real yin and yang harmonious life here.
God knows what Liao Cheng is planning now, to let Lai Qian and Bizong into his trap first.
And I feel that this plan definitely does not include us having to fight head-on with the two of them...
Jiang Pan said nothing, but his attention was on Bizong.
He was very alert because Bizong reached out and took out something from his pocket.
I glanced around the tomb room.
The entire tomb is at most thirty or forty square meters in size, and is actually very tight.
I'm looking for "someone else"...
Mr. Suspicious Dragon definitely did not die on the road, and he was not among the gentlemen kneeling outside. Paperman Xu must have been right, he must have arrived here.
However, he should not have been able to take away the corpse, otherwise the feathered evil corpse outside would definitely not be like this.
Guan Xiantao's tomb in front of him could not have been destroyed.
I think maybe Mr. Suilong came down alone and encountered some kind of accident...
Or maybe he was the only one left in the end and couldn't take out his body? !
His eyes quickly moved around the tomb.
I discovered a scene that terrified me.
Under the corners of the tomb wall, there were actually several rows of dark soil.
On the soil, tiny white mushrooms grew.
There is a small opening at the base of the south wall.
One hand reached out and happened to grab a piece of black soil. The exposed palm of that hand looked extremely swollen, and there were several white mushrooms growing on it...
Covering the upper part of the arm are the sleeves of the Tang suit...
My heart trembled.
That hand belongs to Mr. Suspicious Dragon?
At that time, he actually did not come down from the main tomb chamber, but found another way? !
I immediately thought of a possibility...
