As he spoke, the spearhead had pierced the skin of the dried corpse, and it seemed that it was really going to stab him in the heart.

The dry corpse wanted to struggle to resist, but he couldn't move at all, so he could only say angrily: "It's impossible, you just want to find a reason to kill me." ”

Lin Bao sneered: "Do you still need to find a reason to kill you?" You think too highly of your son's position, and he doesn't seem to care about your life or death at all. ”

The dry skin on the cadre's face twitched visibly violently, as if it had been stimulated violently. The withered ten fingers tied to the copper pillar clenched into fists, "Don't kill me, you killed me and did him a great favor." I am the true king of the blood clan, as long as I am alive, no one will be able to take my throne, the next king will not be produced, once I die, my son may become the king of the Council of Elders, and he will be able to completely control the seven clans, completely control the entire blood clan, and the Council of Elders will submit to his feet and lose the power to restrain him. I don't think you want to see a strong and unified blood clan appear in Huaxia, and according to the blood contract, once I die, the entire blood clan will inevitably avenge me, so you can't kill me. ”

Lin Bao shrank his hand and pulled out his spear, "It seems to make some sense, but I really want to kill you, what should I do?" ”

The two of them looked at each other, and the eyes of the dried corpse suddenly widened, only to see Lin Bao pick up the spear and stab him in the stomach with a 'poof' stab, stabbing five or six times in a row, stabbing so much blood that even the intestines in the stomach of the dry corpse could be seen.

The dry corpse looked at him with great anger, and Lin Bao pulled out his spear and threw it away. slapped his face and smiled: "I'm really embarrassed, your son ran away, I can't find anyone to be angry, I can only vent on you, who called you the king of the blood clan, your subordinates made mistakes, I naturally want to settle accounts with you." ”

No way. The shape is stronger than people, and the dry corpse can be said to dare to be angry and dare not speak, once the words are too much. It's possible that someone will kill you.

And Lin Bao had already turned around lightly, and said slowly as he walked: "I didn't kill you, I just stabbed you a few times." It's none of my business to die. Even if you die, we won't treat you badly, this is a royal tomb, worthy of your status as the king of the blood clan. ”

The dry corpse's eyes were almost breathing fire staring at him as he walked up the steps.

Lin Bao, who walked back to the entrance, picked up the torch on the side, put a little on the raging fire in the stone trough, and immediately borrowed a fire and walked out, without looking back. As for the raging flames in the dungeon, don't worry about it, the black oil in the stone trough will naturally be extinguished when it is burned out.

Out of the passage, and came to the stone room where the tombstone stood, Lin Bao reached out and pulled the handle of the lamp holder on the stone wall at the door and pulled it down. After a 'click', the open stone door immediately let out a dull 'boom' and slowly closed. And he was already striding out with a torch......

And the dried corpses bound to the stone pillars in the dungeon let out an angry 'ho-ho' roar with their mouths open, and blood was dripping drop by drop. He couldn't break free even if he tried to, because not only were his limbs locked through, but there was also an iron chain running through his spine from the back of his waist. He pierced out from the other side of his spine and locked his spine tightly to the copper pillar.

It's a very cruel way of captivity, and ordinary people are afraid that they will die a long time ago. But it is precisely because he is not an ordinary person that he has such special treatment.

No one can appreciate the pain endured by the 'dry corpse', and sometimes even the pain endured by ** is secondary, because the pain is used to it. And being imprisoned in this dark place for more than a hundred years is the real pain.

There was no sun, moon and stars outside, and he couldn't even figure out how long he had been imprisoned. Only every time Lin Bao came, he estimated that another year had passed.

There are no friends, not even one to talk to, and it doesn't move, only endless darkness and emptiness, and endless torment.

After a 'ho-ho' roar, the sound was cut off instantly, and the dry corpse's mouth suddenly stirred rapidly, as if it was speaking to the void, and it seemed to be making a strange sound, but no sound could be heard.

Not long after, somewhere in the dome of the underground palace, there was a sudden slippery of fine sand, and there was a rugged stone crevice there, as if something was about to climb out.

Soon, a pair of small claws were revealed, followed by a red-haired mouse's head. After the rat got out of the crack in the stone, it jumped directly from the high dome, and the moment it fell, it suddenly spread its wings and flew quickly over the underground palace.

It wasn't a mouse, it turned out to be a bat, and it was a bat with red fur. This red bat was much larger than the average bat, with an outstretched wingspan that could be the size of five or six bats.

It circled and flew around the stone crevices of the dome, and soon, another bat crawled out of the stone crevices and flew into the palace, but they were all normal sized ordinary bats. After a dozen ordinary bats appeared one after another, the red bats immediately drove their fellow citizens to fly towards the 'dried corpse' tied to the copper pillar.

The dry corpse immediately opened its mouth and waited, and after a while, an ordinary bat was driven into his mouth. The dried corpse immediately bit the bat and chewed it, and quickly swallowed it into its stomach. After eating, he opened his mouth again, and the red bat quickly drove another of his kind into his mouth and gave it to him.

In just ten minutes, more than a dozen bats were all in the stomach of the dried corpse. The red bat lay on the belly of the dried corpse, licking the blood from the wound on his abdomen.

Normally, this red bat would lie directly on the neck of the dried corpse and bite through the blood vessels of the dried corpse to suck the blood, but this time it was obviously unnecessary, and Lin Bao helped it.

The dried corpse who ate a bat feast slowly closed his eyes and murmured lightly: "I don't have hope for anyone anymore, so grow up quickly, you are my only hope to get out of trouble, and the only hope to support me to live." ”

The flames in the stone trough of the dungeon gradually weakened, and the black oil in the stone trough was slowly burned out, and the dungeon would soon fall into darkness for a long time......

In Zhongnan Mountain, there are more elderly people in the courtyard of the dust monks, and there are monks, Taoist priests, lamas and the like. Eight old people are sitting on a wooden stake, chatting together, and the little boy is dustless, and naturally only serves tea and pours water.

Taoist priests are naturally dust dwellers; The lama was none other than Dorjee who had been forcibly picked up; The monk has a malnourished face, and the gray cloth Buddha clothes on his body are full of patches, and at first glance he is an orthodox ascetic, and those brightly dressed and pot-bellied monks in Shaolin cannot be compared, and the Dharma name is Miaoci.

A plain old nun dressed in homespun gray clothes and a rich old woman in good spirits are chatting, the old nun is called Yanqiu; The rich old woman was once known as 'Sun Erniang' on the rivers and lakes, and her eyebrows were full of heroic spirit, and she could vaguely see that she was a big beauty when she was young.

An old man who looked like an old man who was farming was smoking a dry cigarette and playing chess with a tiger old man with black eyebrows like a sword. The old man who smoked on the rivers and lakes was once known as the 'fire thorn', and the old man with Jianmei was known as the 'king of the backers', and he was once the chief scoop of the three eastern provinces, that is, the leader of the bandits.

There was also an old man on the side who watched the two of them play chess, and he was also the youngest of the several people. Dressed in a blue plain Tang suit, with gray hair combed back, a black silk silk was simply tied at the back of the neck, and the hair was very long, reaching the back waist, comparable to a woman. The whole body is cleaned up, giving people a feeling of spotlessness, and there is a heroic spirit between the eyebrows, despite this age, but it still looks very handsome, and it is estimated that there is no problem with the little girl.

This person was the first beautiful man on the rivers and lakes, and the rivers and lakes were known as 'Saipan'an', and he once fascinated many women. The literary style is also good, and he has passed the 'Tanhua' of the Qing court, but his arrogant personality is not suitable for officialdom, and he destroyed the boss's full door, and then fell into the grass...... People with good kung fu are not good at this, they don't want to compromise when they encounter problems, and they will use their fists to solve problems when their temper comes, otherwise they may not be able to be a big official with his civil and military skills.

"Get on the horse!" 'Saipan'an', who was staring at the chessboard, suddenly reminded him.

The 'Backer King' immediately lit up his eyes, picked up the chess piece and slapped it forward, and then rubbed his hands together and laughed.

The 'Fire Thorn' with the dry smoke immediately tilted his head and squinted, and said angrily: "Little white face, get out of the way." ”

'Saipan'an' didn't bother to bother with him, so he turned around and walked towards the outside of the courtyard with a ten-fingered slender hand on his back.

As soon as he walked outside the yard, a gust of mountain wind blew, and the long white hair that was as clean as silk behind him immediately fluttered, that look, that situation, it was simply integrated with the splendid mountains and fields, and it was comparable to the comic characters, so handsome, it was not too much to say that he was an old handsome guy.

Sai Pan An turned his head to stare at the mountains and forests, only to see a figure shooting quickly into the air, whistling with a palm, he immediately freed his hand and waved his palm to meet it.

There was a 'bang', Sai Pan'an took three steps back, shook his arm that was numb from shock, stared at Lin Bao who turned over and landed, and said coldly: "Sick!" ”

Lin Bao suddenly laughed three times out loud, didn't quarrel with him, and strode into the courtyard, while Sepanan continued to look at the scenery outside with his hands behind his back.

Lin Bao, who stepped into the courtyard door, saw everyone in Qi Qi's eyes, and laughed again: "Okay, it's quite face-saving, it's all here!" ”

Everyone just glanced at him and went their separate ways. Lin Bao walked up to the Dust Layman, untied his waist bag and asked, "How is that kid?" ”

The dusty monk who held a teapot to his mouth took a sip of tea, shook his head and said: "I haven't woken up yet, I have a high fever the day after you left, and I have been chirping and saying some ominous nonsense, I gave him an injection and medicine, the high fever has dropped, and his breath has stabilized, and he is probably about to wake up." ”