The fat man's words finally answered the doubts in their minds.
At the same time, the admiration for Feng Yun in his heart became deeper and deeper. In the past, there was a practice of summoning spirits, but now it is done by scattering beans to form a talisman. And they are all like turning decay into magic, turning seemingly ordinary folk customs into extraordinary means.
This kind of level really makes them yearn for it.
But now that the crisis has been temporarily lifted, the entire tomb has once again fallen into darkness, and you can vaguely see the armor and fallen weapons on the ground.
Yan Qilin casually picked up a shoulder armor and inspected it carefully, then frowned slightly:
"Judging from the traces, it doesn't look like an ancient relic..."
"That's right."
The fat man naturally refused to let go of such a good opportunity to show off:
"Fat Master's eyes are like rulers. He can tell at a glance what is an antique and what is not.
This thing is really weird. All the armors scattered on the ground look like they are newly made.
This kind of craftsmanship is exactly the same as the blacksmith craftsmanship of the Song Dynasty, but it seems that the manufacturing conditions are limited, so it is relatively rough. "
As he said that, the fat man picked up a big knife next to him and weighed it in his hand:
"The same goes for these weapons, look at how many of them are unedged.
This is really weird. Where can there be so many newly crafted weapons and equipment in the ancient tomb?
Could it be that in order to adapt to modern life, this monster changed his job and became an arms dealer? But now in the era of hot weapons, who the hell still uses cold weapons! "
"Dang...dang..."
Just as the fat man finished his words, the faint sound like steel was heard again.
This made the three of them look at each other quickly. At the moment when the voice came, a somewhat absurd guess emerged in their minds.
"Is it possible that the sound now is just something striking iron?"
Ma Ling'er herself didn't realize that his attitude had already changed after experiencing these things.
Nowadays, Ma Ling'er no longer had the slightest resistance to these theories about ghosts and gods, and supernatural things. Instead, she gradually integrated into the conversation between Fatty and Yan Qilin.
"Damn it, what kind of evil spirit is it? It invades people's tombs, abducts ghosts from the extremely dark places, and forges weapons and armor.
Could it be that this guy still has dreams of being an emperor? Want to build an army in this tomb? "
The fat man's guess was not unreasonable. The three people's eyes quickly focused on the stone door at the end of the tomb that led to the main tomb.
The sound came from behind the stone door, so the three of them quickly walked to the door together in tacit understanding.
Yan Qilin stretched out his two fingers and groped for a while on the stone door. Then he circulated the blood in his body and gathered it on his two fingers. The two qi of yin and yang were wrapped around them again, and he stabbed his fingers into the stone door.
"Click!"
A crisp sound came, and then the thick stone door slowly rose.
"Your fingers have many functions..."
The fat man's eyes were full of envy. In terms of fighting ghosts and exorcising evil spirits, he felt that the spells he had learned were no worse than Yan Qilin.
But the yin and yang finger of Yan Qilin seems to be useful in many places, and even all aspects of life are inseparable from it, which will inevitably make fat people envious.
Ma Ling'er seemed to understand the implication of the fat man's words, and immediately glanced at him with disdain.
The three of them quickly passed through the stone gate and arrived at a new tomb, but this tomb was much simpler than the other tombs.
The walls on both sides are not made of stone at all, but of very crude primitive soil.
There are still uneven marks on the walls, and the soil is very new, as if it was dug out not long ago.
"Look, let me tell you, the evil spirit behind this trouble just wants to be a local emperor."
The fat man pointed at the tomb in front of him, which had obviously been expanded and had a four-walled style. He said disdainfully:
"While building up an army, I'm also expanding the tomb chamber. It's still newly dug. This guy has quite a craftsman's spirit.
Fatty wants to see what kind of weird thing it is. What age are you still dreaming about? "
"Dang...dang...dang..."
The sound of Jinge striking iron was intermittent, but it was much clearer than before, which meant that the location of the three people was not far from the source of the sound.
Only this time, without the amulet, the three of them fell into that weird pain again.
It felt as if the voice could bring the three of them into a fantasy world, but this feeling was different from that in Brother Pingtou's fantasy world at that time.
For some reason, a surge of anger arose in the hearts of the three of them, and an obsession came over them. The scene of the ancient battlefield was vaguely visible in front of them.
Iron hoofs clanked, horses neighed like thunder, soldiers in armor were all around, and the ground was covered with corpses.
The fat man gritted his teeth and quickly took out three pieces of jade, each of which was only the size of a fingernail and emitted bursts of cold light.
"Put it in your mouth!"
As he spoke, the fat man took the lead in taking Jade into his mouth. A cool feeling spread down his throat, and the feeling of anger disappeared immediately.
The battlefield scene in front of him disappeared, and the fat man who came back to his senses was shocked to realize that he didn't know when he had picked up a weapon on the ground with his other hand.
Looking at Ma Ling'er and Yan Qilin, the same was true. After the two came to their senses, they immediately dropped the weapons in their hands.
“There’s something wrong with this voice, it seems to have a very strong obsession, and it can even affect us.
Fortunately, there is Yin Jade. Yin Jade belongs to Yin. I originally kept it to attract monsters, but I didn't expect to use it here. "
As the fat man spoke, he wiped his sweat, then pulled the strip of cloth from his clothes and stuffed it in his ears:
"You'd better plug your ears, because next time we might be trapped in it, and we might even kill each other unconsciously!"
The two of them also knew that the fat man's words were not exaggerated, so they followed suit.
As for the source of this sound, the three of them were full of doubts, so they subconsciously quickened their pace.
Fortunately, there are no longer any ghost soldiers to stop him, but the Yin Qi around him is getting thicker and thicker, and there is even a special smell mixed in the Yin Qi.
Like a rotting corpse and a dusty rotten wood, this mixed smell made the three of them frown.
The further you go, the colder you naturally feel.
This kind of coldness has nothing to do with temperature, but spreads from the inside out.
Moreover, the further you go, the darker the ground beneath your feet becomes, and it even feels greasy when you step on it.
Yan Qilin walked at the front to clear the way. At this moment, his nerves were tense like an arrow on a string, and there was an uneasy feeling that was getting stronger and stronger in his heart.
Ma Ling'er walked beside the fat man, looking around with slightly panicked eyes, and at the same time asked the fat man in a low voice:
"Is this cold feeling caused by Yin Qi? And what's going on with this special smell?"
Fatty also rarely showed a very serious look:
"This seems to be not just pure Yin Qi, but there is also a purer Yin-cold power spreading in the Yin Qi.
But my training has only completed the first stage, I don’t understand everything..."
The three of them soon passed through a narrow tomb passage, which was obviously expanded.
Gradually, when the wall that the three of them saw was no longer the original soil, but once again turned into the same stone wall as the previous tomb, it meant that the three of them were approaching the main tomb.
"Dang...dang...dang..."
The sound of forging iron came from the wide open stone door at the end of the tomb passage.
This is obviously the main tomb. Although it is still simple and not as luxurious as any ancient tomb, the height of the stone door is higher than that of the other tombs.
The coldness and weird smell made breathing become a very luxurious thing for the three of them.
The three of them subconsciously slowed down their steps and walked into the tomb step by step.
In the middle of the tomb is a hanging coffin. The bottom of the coffin is facing the direction of the door and is shaking slightly.
"Hanging coffin? This is rare in the Song Dynasty."
The fat man took a few steps forward curiously as he spoke. However, before he could take a closer look at the coffin, he saw a figure not far away with his back to them.
The fat man was immediately startled and quickly glanced at the two people behind him.
The two of them came to the angle where the fat man was, and then noticed the figure blocked by the hanging coffin.
Since this person was in darkness, the three of them could only see a general outline.
And behind the outline, in front of the figure, there was a group of faint blue flames.
The flames looked very strong, but there was no heat at all in the room.
Through the faint light, the outline became clearer and clearer, giving people the first impression that this person was very strong and seemed to be wearing a suit of armor.
It is worth noting that this man is holding a sledgehammer in his hand, and he is repeatedly lifting the hammer and dropping it.
The sledgehammer in its hand kept hitting the iron block in the blue flame.
It was clear that no temperature could be felt, but the iron block in the flame quickly deformed, looking quite strange.
"Dang...dang..."
With every drop of the hammer, the familiar sound of forging iron will be heard.
After the three of them looked at each other, they suddenly understood that this should be the real culprit behind everything.
But what the three of them didn't expect was that the sound of Jin Ge striking was actually someone striking underground.
This was a bit too weird, especially for the fat man, whose face was full of disbelief at the moment.
"What on earth is this? Is it a piece of iron turned into spirit?"
"The director said that it is very difficult for an inanimate thing to become a spirit..."
Yan Qilin seriously rejected Fatty's idea, which immediately made Fatty dumbfounded:
"What I just said was just rhetoric, and of course I know it cannot be a piece of iron.
But this guy always feels a little weird...
Did you see the blue flame in front of him? It doesn't seem to be an ordinary sun fire.
The whole body is dark blue, there is light but it is extremely cold, it seems to be corpse fire..."
While talking, the fat man slowly took a few steps forward, trying to get a clear look at this figure.
"Click!"
However, the fat man, who was paying attention to the figures, did not notice at all that the tomb chamber was littered with all kinds of weapons. As he stepped on them, they soon made a crisp sound.
For an instant, the figure stopped swinging the sledgehammer, and then suddenly turned around. In the darkness, only a pair of green eyes shone.
The fat man quickly took out a charm and held it in his hand to defend himself. The moment the figure turned around, a strange smell hit his face.
"Whoosh..."
In just the blink of an eye, the figure disappeared. The fat man immediately looked around. Before he could react, Yan Qilin's urgent voice came from behind:
"Careful, up there!"
Hearing this, the fat man immediately raised his head, and then noticed that the figure just now jumped up, jumping several meters high.
Without any nonsense, the figure walked straight towards the fat man, and the sledgehammer in his hand fell with unstoppable force.
At the critical moment, the fat man quickly used the Tiangang Step and managed to avoid the sledgehammer.
The sledgehammer hit the ground close to the fat man's face, and a loud noise shook the entire tomb.
At this moment, the three of them finally saw the figure in front of them clearly. The dry and rotten skin seemed to be attached to the skeleton. A pair of green eyes exuded a frightening cold light.
Wearing shabby armor, he looked like a soldier from the Song Dynasty.
The fat man looked at the person in front of him in astonishment. From his angle, he could also see the front of the hanging coffin.
The coffin was empty, there was no body, and the lid of the coffin turned out to be the table that the man had placed underneath when he was forging iron.
"This...is this a fucking zombie?"
There are many folk legends about zombies, and the descriptions of zombies are exactly the same as the person in front of me.
It took some time for all three of them to accept the fact that demons existed.
Second, they never imagined that their uncle would be a zombie when they were on a solo mission for the first time.
But what's this zombie doing when he's not doing anything? Still want to become emperor and rebel in the underworld?
Just when the fat man was in a daze, the zombie swung again and hit the fat man with the sledgehammer in his hand.
At the critical moment, Yan Qilin stood sideways in front of Fatty, directed Yin and Yang, and collided with the sledgehammer in the zombie's hand in the air.
"boom!"
Although this blow was blocked by Yan Qilin, the powerful force also shook him away. He took a few steps back before he could stabilize his body.
The fat man who came back to his senses quickly stepped back temporarily. While he kept saying to calm down, he tried his best to remember whether Feng Yun said how to deal with zombies during training.
The so-called zombies, those whose lifespan has expired but whose spirit has not disappeared, can be called zombies...
It is said that people compete for a breath, Buddha competes for a stick of incense, and the reason for the transformation of rigidity lies in this breath.
Zombified corpses are neither monsters nor ghosts, but a type of demon. When the body dies, the obsession is deep and the energy is not dispersed, and it takes a long time to become a zombie.
There is a book in the Northern Wei Dynasty called "Shui Jing Zhu, On the Wei River". There is a saying in the book: The zombies are leaning in the cave. The bones are still intact, but they have no skin and hair. They must be the remains of hundreds of years...
