When the husband was angry, blood was splashed three feet, the Son of Heaven was angry, and millions of corpses were ambushed.

This is not a lack of purpose, but a trace.

Even now, when it seems to be relatively peaceful, there are still cases of monarchs assassinating powerful ministers, and they are all over the place.

Therefore, this calm Zephyr Continent on the surface is actually surging with undercurrents and constant killings.

Sighing secretly, 'Xing, the people are suffering, dying, the people are suffering', I leaned down and used the tip of the demon knife to provoke the gorgeous clothes on Bai Gu's body.

As usual, after being exposed to the air, this shirt and pants should be as rotten as the flesh and skin of this person, but how long has it been, and why has there been no oxidation effect at all?

Pinching my chin and thinking for a while, I used my arm to provoke it fiercely, and lifted the brocade clothes on the white skeleton.

The white bones couldn't help it, and scattered in the coffin with a bang, and the white round skull happened to hit the edge of the coffin, with a crisp sound, rolling to the ground, and then it hit the corner of the wall with a bang.

With a soft sound, three meters above the skull, a row of large-caliber firecrackers suddenly appeared, and the caliber of the firecrackers was no less than thirty millimeters.

I was shocked and said secretly: This thing hits my body, it must be no good thing!

Subconsciously swing the double knife and prepare to cut the lead bullets one by one.

I still have full confidence in dealing with this kind of trap firebolt, after all, without the control of adventurers, it is impossible to attach magic, and the power of natural lead bullets is also greatly limited.

The reason why I was frightened was because I had never seen such a large-caliber firebolt, and I didn't know if the lead bullet it fired was a stand-alone bullet or a scattered bullet.

If it's a stand-alone buckshot, it's easy to do, but if it's a scattershot, my clothes can basically say goodbye.

Although I put a lot of daily necessities in my spare backpack, I forgot to prepare spare clothes.

In other words, once this clothes are destroyed right now, I have only two choices, either to be naked and honest, or to strip off the dead man's clothes and put them on.

But looking at the black water that keeps flowing from the gorgeous clothes, I have a kind of disgust from the bones.

So, I stared at the firebolt and prayed to myself that it would shoot a whole buckshot instead of a scatter.

However, with a deafening loud noise, countless black buckshot shot at me like scattered flowers, covering not only my position, but also the other four coffins, covering all the places where I might take refuge.

In the face of the overwhelming amount of buckshot, I felt powerless.

I can't die, even if I don't have the protection of killing intent, they can't cause me physical damage with their physical strength alone—they can inflict a critical blow on my spirit!

It seems that the clothes can't be kept, and even if they won't be naked, they will be so ragged that they can't bear to look at them directly.

In desperation, without any hope, I held the beautiful clothes of the dead aloft in front of me and faced thousands of buckshots.

I just hope it acts as a buffer.

There was a muffled crackling sound, and a rain of buckshot enveloped me, along with the ground around me.

I closed my eyes, my heart was like ashes, waiting for the pain of the buckshot hitting my body.

However, after waiting for a long time, I didn't see any impact on my body.

Could it be that my muscles and skin are so strong that I can't even shake a lead bullet?

When I opened my eyes in wonder, I suddenly found that all the lead bullets shot from the head and face were scattered around, forming a carpet composed of lead bullets.

The fine dress that stood in front of me was not only not pierced by lead bullets, but not even a little damaged!

I was amazed by this strange situation.

"What kind of clothes is this?" I said to myself, "How tough is it? ”

"Surely it won't be cloth anyway," Dataidao continued, "I've never seen any kind of cloth that can withstand the baptism of buckshot." ”

Spread the costume on the ground, look at it over and over, no matter how you rub and pull, you can't see the clues.

After studying for a while, my patience was finally worn out, and I pulled out the demon knife, intending to dissect this gorgeous costume.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Da Taidao said a word to stop.

"Let's take a look at it and study the material," I said, "maybe I can use this to increase the strength of the equipment." ”

"Are you a professional craftsman?" Da Taidao asked, "If not, it would be more reliable to give it to the craftsman when you come back." ”

I pondered for a while, and felt that the big sword was reasonable, so I gave up the plan to cut open the costume.

Da Taidao said again: "I don't think this dress is simple, or you can pocket it first, maybe you can use it for a while." ”

I glanced at the black water that was still dripping down in disgust, and frowned, "This one is a little dirty, so forget it." ”

"What is dirty" Da Taidao retorted: "This black water is oxidized flesh and blood, why haven't you ever disliked it when you usually kill monsters and make a body of blood, and if you change the color and state, you dislike it like this?" ”

"I'll tell you no truth," I said, "the flesh looks so much better than it is, and it doesn't smell like it's stinky." ”

"Think of it as the skin of a carrion golem," suggested the Great Sword, "and it might be more acceptable to think that way." ”

I hesitated, "Do you really want to bring it?" ”

"It would be better if it could be put directly on the body," Da Taidao said: "Not only does it not take up space, but it may also save a lot of trouble." ”

“...... Forget it, I'll put it in a bag. ”

He folded his clothes, stuffed them into his spare backpack, and circled the other four coffins, but did not open them rashly.

After all, this is an antiquity that has been around for thousands of years, and even if I don't agree with its value, it's best not to destroy it.

What it represents is not only the coffin itself, but also a history of blood and fire.

Ignoring the jewels and coins in the corner, I walked straight to the end of the chamber, where a door was tightly closed, and a hideous-looking beast's head carved directly above it.

The erect hair, sharp teeth, and cold and cruel eyes set off this hideous beast head as if it was alive.

After staring at the beast's eyes carved from rubies for a while, I exclaimed, "This craftsmanship is amazing, but it's a pity that there is no hallucinogenic magic." ”

"I'm afraid it's not as simple as you think," Da Taidao said, "I can feel the magic fluctuations contained in the eyes of these two beasts, but since the experience of the sewers of Eri City, your spiritual power has been inexplicably much stronger, and you can ignore the effects of this illusion." ”

"And what's going on?" I was amazed, "I didn't even know it!" ”

"What's so surprising about this" Da Taidao said: "It's easy to know people, it's difficult to know yourself, only if you understand yourself thoroughly, can you be considered a real strongman, you, the realm is too low." ”

(End of chapter)