Dilapidated county offices, dilapidated buildings!

Yang Xuan returned to this county town that belonged to the Holy Mountain.

Yang Xuan, who had hidden his figure, entered the county office, and at first sight, he saw the rockery.

There are not many people in the county government, and it can be seen that the Holy Mountain has not yet had time to arrange new personnel for this place, or the people of the corpse hall have not yet investigated here.

Before coming to the rockery, he pressed a few times on several protruding stones.

This was a deliberate way for him to see clearly in the dark of that day.

The stone pressed, and there was no accident, and the downward passage appeared in front of Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan directly submerged into the passage.

After entering the passage, he found that the corpses in the original passage had disappeared, and they should have been cleaned up.

All the way down, Yang Xuan went directly into the huge underground pit.

The corpses here have also disappeared, and it is unknown if they were cleaned up by the corpse hall or by someone else.

The minecart that was originally filled with rough stones was also empty.

However, there are no disciples of the Holy Mountain here, so I don't know if I will give up here, or if I will have time to replenish it in the future.

Yang Xuan's mind unfolded, and after a while, he found the catacombs that had been buried.

Under Yang Xuan's control, a layer of floating soil slid away to both sides, revealing the tomb passage.

When Yang Xuan went down to the tomb, he found that the huge coffin had disappeared, and it should have been taken away by the people in the corpse hall.

However, Yang Xuan's purpose was not the huge coffin, his gaze stayed on the ground under the coffin.

Thoughts spread.

After a moment, his eyes lit up.

Got it.

Immediately afterward, his whole body began to slowly sink into the ground.

After a few breaths, Yang Xuan appeared in a huge space.

This is a space very similar to the tomb above, but it is more than ten times larger than that tomb, and it seems very empty.

In this huge space, there is nothing else, only in the very center, there is a tall stone platform, and on top of the stone platform, there is a statue.

Yang Xuan's gaze fell on the statue.

It is about three meters tall, black all over, humanoid in shape, has no facial features, and cannot distinguish limbs.

After taking a deep breath, Yang Xuan took out the three-foot statue from Zhouzhai Village from the storage ring.

Same.

Aside from the size, the two statues are identical.

And so it was.

The last time he came here, he felt that there was a mystery under the coffin, but because there was a dark night at that time, he didn't delve into it.

At this time, I came here again, and sure enough, I found a mystery from underground.

He had a strange feeling, this statue with no facial features and indistinguishable limbs should have some kind of strange connection with the corpse tide that broke out in the four cities on the border of the Japanese wheel.

However, it is obvious that whether it is the statue from Zhouzhai Village or the statue here, it has lost its magic, otherwise, Yang Xuan can find out from this statue.

But it's not completely fruitless.

Yang Xuan looked at the bottom of the statue.

The next moment, with a wave of his hand, the three-meter-tall statue flew up and landed aside, revealing the scene below.

It was a groove that resembled a pool, and the bottom of the statue was placed in this tank.

At this moment, the sink is dry and dry, and there is no liquid.

However, Yang Xuan saw that on the four walls of the sink, there was some black substance.

It was a layer of asphalt-like stuff, which was revealed after the statue was removed by Yang Xuan, and at the same time emitted a smell of decay.

Yang Xuan walked to the side of the sink, reached out and scraped some black substance off the pool wall, and examined it carefully.

However, there is nothing unusual about these black substances except for a bad taste.

After a while, Yang Xuan's heart suddenly moved.

Then he took out the small statue and smeared the black substance on his fingers on the statue.

The next moment, something strange happened.

The black substance turned from a dead thing into a living thing, and slowly seeped into the statue.

After the black substance completely entered the inside of the statue, for a moment, a strange picture suddenly appeared in front of Yang Xuan, who was holding the statue.

It was a huge, black eye, cold and merciless, full of evil and cold-blooded.

From above the huge eyes, there was a feeling of extreme coldness.

The next moment, this cold feeling followed Yang Xuan's arm holding the statue and entered Yang Xuan's body.

Yang Xuan was shocked.

Because when this feeling entered his body, he actually had a feeling of dizziness.

The young man suddenly opened his eyes from his slumber.

Click!

The statue cracked open and turned into a black stone.

That irresistible cold feeling disappeared in an instant, and Yang Xuan's mind regained its clarity.

After the young Yuanying re-entered a deep sleep, he looked at the black stone on the ground, and Yang Xuan's eyes were full of light.

It was inconceivable that that unknown existence could affect Yang Xuan's consciousness through the statue with a trace of power that Yang Xuan didn't know about in the black substance.

What made Yang Xuan even more puzzled was that although there was only a momentary contact, that kind of power gave him a sense of déjà vu.

It was as if the power contained in this black pupil had been seen somewhere.

But when he thought about it carefully, that feeling turned into a strangeness.

After pondering for no avail, Yang Xuan temporarily put his mind down and turned his attention to the big statue.

The statuette from Zhouzhai Village has been reduced to rubble and has lost its usefulness, but this three-meter-tall statue is obviously more important than the statuette.

He must have taken this statue with him, and maybe it will come in handy at any time.

With a wave of his hand, after putting the three-meter statue into the storage ring, Yang Xuan looked at the sink in front of him, but his brows furrowed.

Obviously, there should have been some kind of liquid in this sink, and its function is probably to warm the statue.

But now, the liquid in the sink is long gone, leaving only a few dry, black mud-like substances.

Yang Xuan didn't dare to underestimate these black mud, the magic shown by the statuette just now was enough to show that among these black mud, there should be the power needed by the statue.

After thinking about it, Yang Xuan took out some jars from the storage ring.

These small jars were originally filled with Ten Thousand Souls wine, which were all drunk by the monkeys, and he collected these jars before, thinking about when to find some in the dark night, but then he left the holy mountain, and before he could do it, he didn't think that it would come in handy at this time.

With a machete that I don't know when I put it in the storage ring, I carefully scraped off the black mud and put it into the jar.

This process lasted for a long time, and it took eight jars to finish the black mud.

After the divine thoughts scattered in all directions, and after finding nothing, Yang Xuan did not stay anymore and left this underground space.

Back in the pit, he was slightly stunned when the divine thought swept over again.

With a slight groan, he took a few steps to the left.

The next moment, the dirt in front of him began to roll incessantly, and a moment later, three rough stones the size of a football appeared in front of him, and he put them into the storage ring.

Although he didn't know what the use of these three huge rough stones was for him, but since he saw it, he naturally had no reason to let it go.

After finally sweeping the pit and finding nothing, he followed the passage and returned to the surface.

After calculating the time, two days have just passed at this time, and there is still a lot of time.

He didn't plan to go back, but to go treasure hunting.

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