Zuo Cangqing was horrified, and he ran outside while getting up with his hands and feet, he just wanted to stay away from this strange place, and he didn't want to stay longer for even a second.

"Boom!" Another soft sound came, Zuo Cangqing spurted out a mouthful of blood, his heart twitched, and he fell to the ground again. This time he heard it clearly, and the sound seemed to be an amplified heartbeat, and every beat could resonate with his heart. And the creature with this heartbeat, the mere sound of the heartbeat is so terrifying, how powerful is it in itself?

Then, he finally discovered the strangeness of the ground, and he watched as the mouthful of blood he spurted continued to seep into the ground and disappear without a trace. Then, he subconsciously wanted to look at the place where he was standing, and felt a huge suction force coming, and the blood from his already open wound kept pouring towards the ground.

The sound of Dongdong's heartbeat became more and more dense, almost the same as Zuo Cangqing's own heartbeat rate, and he tried to get up from the ground countless times, but he was unable to lie down countless times. He felt very cold, the blood on his body was constantly flowing, and his vitality was constantly dissipating with the flow of blood.

Ironically, he looks a lot cleaner at the moment. It seems that this monster in the underground has an incomparable thirst for blood, and even the dried and black-brown blood in the animal skin where he wrapped his wounds did not let go, and helped him clean it up.

He screamed in horror and struggled with all his strength, but it was still to no avail, and he could only lie on the ground weakly, feeling the continuous passage of life. I have to say that this should be the most terrifying torture in the world, every minute and every second I know that I am about to die, but I can't escape from the vast world.

There was a loud bang behind him, but Zuo Cangqing was no longer able to turn his head to take a look. His consciousness was already a little blurry, and he struggled with some strength at first, but now he couldn't even move his fingers.

He didn't see that behind the tombstone, where the words had been worn away over countless years to the point that no lines could be seen, the huge ancient tomb like a hill had a neat crack as if someone had slashed it from it

Sew. The cracks flowed down the crevices towards the tomb, and the crevices widened with a roar, until they cracked completely with an explosion.

The cold and piercing aura was permeating, and on the surrounding lush trees, hoarfrost was hung in an instant, and Zuo Cangqing, who had already felt that he had reached the end of his life, hurriedly became a little colder. A huge black and shiny coffin floated out of the ancient tomb strangely, and the sound of the pounding heartbeat became louder and faster, and the sound came from the coffin.

"What the hell!" Zuo Qingcang coughed weakly, with a miserable smile on his face, and muttered in a low voice. It's not self-deprecation, it's not a curse, it's three words he really wants to say. The sound of his heartbeat was so loud that he shook his whole body from the ground, rolled in the air weakly, and lay down at a different angle, and then he saw the black coffin suspended in front of him.

He was a little surprised that his heart hadn't exploded yet, and he had lost so much blood and was still alive.

"It's so cold!" Zuo Cangqing trembled, but soon, he came back to his senses, he was obviously unable to even move his fingers, why could his body still tremble? Then he subconsciously glanced back, and saw a body exactly like him lying on the ground softly.

"It turns out that after a person dies, he can really see his own appearance!" Zuo Cangqing felt a sense of relief at this moment. All the hard work, all the ambition, all the struggle to survive, has come to naught. Death is already dead, what's the use of grief? What's the point of being unwilling?

He found that the legendary bull-headed horse face did not immediately come to detain his soul, but looked at the dark coffin with a blank face, and slowly opened it after a few sensational sounds. The first thing that caught his eye was a black, shriveled hand, or rather a claw. Each phalanx can be seen clearly, and the black skin that is randomly folded is tightly attached to the phalanges, which can only be said to have an extra layer of skin than the white bones.

Then, the lid of the black coffin was casually lifted by the claws, and a dry corpse with a completely black body and rotten clothes sat up from the black coffin extremely stiffly. Deep

I don't know if the shriveled eyes are rolling in the eye sockets, and the dry corpse pauses for a moment before taking a deep breath.

Zuo Cangqing only felt that the wind was raging around him, and countless breaths poured into the mouth of this dry corpse like a whirlpool, and when he raised his eyes, the surrounding trees and flowers dried up and fell in an instant, without the slightest vitality.

The dry corpse's throat was throbbing, as if he was chewing something, and Zuo Cangqing saw that the skin on his body seemed to unfold a little, becoming slightly fuller. Then, the black coffin seemed to be driven by the dried corpse, slowly moving forward, until it reached Zuo Cangqing's corpse.

Zuo Cangqing should already be a ghost now, but even a ghost has emotions. He was probably the saddest ghost of all time, for he watched as the dry corpse beckoned to his corpse, which flew into the black coffin. There was a clattering sound, and the dry corpse ate his corpse in one bite, and even the hard bones were bitten into pieces and swallowed.

Zuo Cangqing estimated that he had never wanted to die so much in his life, and he even kept cursing that the work of the bull head and horse noodles was irresponsible at all, and people had been dead for so long, why didn't they come to detain the soul?

And just as he cursed, the dried corpse with blood stains on the corners of his mouth suddenly looked at him. After eating his corpse, the dried corpse seemed to have a little more life, and its eyes moved a little more flexibly.

Even if Zuo Cangqing was already in the state of his soul at the moment, he felt a tingling of his scalp, and he expected that something more terrifying would happen to him soon. He tried to escape, but found that his body was light and weak, and he moved as fast as a turtle.

"Death is death, do you want to be dissipated?" Zuo Cangqing was cursing when he felt a huge suction force coming, and his body involuntarily floated in the direction of the dry corpse.

It was at this time that Zuo Cangqing saw a mysterious portal in the void quietly open, leading to another world. It was a world that made him crave it at one glance, but he really only had the opportunity to see it.

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