Unexpectedly, when I approached the corpse, I just wanted to bend over, but the dry corpse in front of me that kept shaking suddenly shook again.

The shattered half of the head splattered in the cramped chamber of black blood, mixed with a pungent strong metallic smell.

I was so startled by what I was doing, and before I could even pull out the pistol from my waist again, I was choked by the throat by his powerful palm.

This time, I really felt the fear, what kind of monster was this, even if it really encountered the legendary corpse.

The head is already blooming, how can it move.

His shriveled eyeballs were almost shattered in their sockets, except for half of his head, which seemed to tremble.

"Fight."

I tried my best to start struggling desperately, but there was only one arm left, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't break free from the grip of this thing.

Until he looked at the coffin board with the rest of his eyes, he vaguely found that there seemed to be some shining utensils hidden inside.

Until I looked closely, doubts suddenly rose in my heart.

Pressed into the board was actually a gossip mirror embedded in the groove inside the coffin, which obviously indicated that the corpse had faintly undergone signs of corpse transformation before being buried.

That's why this Taoist gossip mirror is used to suppress it.

The memories that swirled in my mind trembled with the mirrors I found, and I could not have said that I had really encountered a zombie.

Those legendary stories are true.

The terrifying creatures I have encountered all along, which are the biochemical products left by the little devils back then, have been injected with some kind of anti-aging substance when they are alive, and the whole person has become half-dead.

But after all, there are still traces to follow, and there is no logic beyond science.

The corpse suppressed with the gossip mirror in front of him is obviously a little unspeakable.

As the pressure came from my throat, I gradually felt a little breathless, and I didn't care if it was a corpse or not.

If you drag it any longer, you will definitely be strangled to death.

I struggled backwards in the direction of my strength until my body finally touched the broken coffin board.

But how does the gossip mirror play a role in suppressing zombies.

Looking at the rusty bronze mirror embedded in the wooden board behind me, I simply raised the flashlight tied to my stump arm and shone it directly at the bronze mirror.

The refracted light shone through bursts of ghostly light, and it worked for a moment on the face of the dried corpse.

He let go of the palm that was clutching his throat and quickly took a few steps back.

Until I knelt on the ground and gasped for breath, the dried corpse in front of me had fallen to the ground motionless, and the tomb was once again dead silent.

This subversive scene made me more and more amazed that there really is such a magical magic weapon in Taoism.

I couldn't help but pull it out of the coffin board, and the rusty mirror was covered with dense Taoist symbols and words.

It wasn't until the next second that the palm of the hand felt the clue from the back of the mirror, and it was like a black magnet falling into the palm of the palm.

I was shocked, and then I discovered an even more amazing secret.

This gossip mirror inlaid with magnets will shake inexplicably as the distance from the dried corpse increases, but as long as the mirror is used to face the dried corpse, everything will be the same as usual.

It seemed that the problem was this magnet, and I held the mirror and moved closer to the corpse little by little, and finally took out the dagger and completely slashed his stomach open.

The sight inside is breathtaking, the corpse is nothing more than a leather figurine, with extremely delicate mechanisms and gears hidden inside.

Although I didn't understand the movement of the corpse, the black liquid that splattered out was not actually the blood of the dried corpse, but a lubricant made of some kind of heavy metal oil mixed with corpse oil.

Using the magnetic field of the mysterious magnet to control the rotation of the entire mechanism, this scene reminds me of the mechanical spider I saw in the tomb of Concubine Jin.

The giant mutant spider's body has been hollowed out, and its meridians are connected with rusty gears that allow it to survive for thousands of years without eating.

The astonishing discoveries and techniques are almost beyond what I know about the ancients.

It wasn't until my own eyes inadvertently looked at the gossip mirror and the mural on the wall again that I suddenly realized a detail.

Since everything is a mechanism structure, why use the gossip mirror to disguise it and create the illusion of corpse transformation for the people who come to the tomb.

When you think about it, it's a problem that can be easily overlooked.

King Yelang is obsessed with becoming an immortal and seeking Taoism, so through such a little cleverness, he wants to let the tomb robbers who enter the tomb know that there are really zombies and Taoism in the world.

No one knows what the ancients thought, but it was clear that it was definitely not a coincidence, or a prank from the Yelang King.

I couldn't remember in my mind what the old man had said about translating the contents of the stele to me.

He said that the ancient seal text on the stele depicts the failure of Yelang King's alchemy, but he finally practiced the elixir with the help of a mysterious old Taoist.

Moreover, this old man also brought a lot of technology to the ancient kingdom of Yelang, and most of these things that could only be used for defense must have been designed in the ancient tombs in the end.

I vaguely realized that the secret of the Eight-Eyed Heavenly Venerable might be more complex and profound than I had imagined.

In the end, I still detained the magnet in the gossip mirror, hoping to wait for the opportunity to take it out and study it.

Looking at the tunnel in front of him, he paused for a moment, and then continued to raise his flashlight and drill in.

I thought that this time it should be the exit of the ancient tomb, but I didn't expect that there was even more endless darkness at the end of the tunnel.

There were many inscrutable patterns painted on the walls along the way, and I even changed the battery for the flashlight during this time to keep the flashlight at its maximum brightness.

Blurred in the dim light, many of the patterns that made sense were almost decaying, until I finally came across a well-preserved fresco.

The light of the flashlight shone away, and the scene in front of me instantly caught my attention.

It was a big tripod suspended in mid-air, and what was boiling inside should be the material for alchemy.

The almost exaggerated pattern in front of me makes me guess that it must be an abstract metaphor from an ancient painter.

It wasn't until I saw the many ancient seal characters hidden in the corners below that my heart suddenly fluttered.

It said that King Yelang was enlightened, and the alchemy tripod used after he was proclaimed Eight-Eyed Tianzun showed signs of immortalization, and it could even be suspended in mid-air.

The text at the bottom corresponds to the scene in the mural in front of you, and next to Dading, there is a figure wearing a robe without a face, which seems to imply the Yelang King after becoming an immortal.

"Becoming an immortal... Taoism, alchemy. ”

These mysterious words came to mind again, and I suddenly became curious about the contents of the comic strip on the wall in front of me, but the other murals were so badly damaged that I could barely perceive the scene above.

In desperation, I had no choice but to keep walking and see where the end of the tunnel led.

Unexpectedly, after walking a few steps, the traces left by the group of black-clothed people were found on the ground.

This time, it's a water bottle with the leftover chocolate bag already empty.

Seeing these things, I couldn't help but be alarmed in my heart, and hurriedly took out my pistol to fight twelve points of spirit.

However, after cautiously traveling for a distance, he still did not find the end of this road, nor any other clues left by the man in black.

Remembering the news I had learned so far, the first group of people led by the leader of the men in black had been on the road for a long time.

He also followed the second group of black-clothed people into the mountains and forests, and these traces may only be left by the first batch of people.