Chen Ziwen and the coffin-carrying corpse disappeared out of thin air, and an exclamation sounded in the museum.

Magic?

Magic?

Bloodsucker?

When the weirdness hits Halloween night, many people get excited.

The devil is terrible, but who doesn't want to master the power of the devil.

Even if it is not an ethereal myth or a banknote falling in the air, it never deceives people!

What is Count Dracula's treasure and where is it...... Interested people began to search the museum.

As one of the largest and most famous museums in the world, the British Museum's security forces are anything but furnishings.

As soon as the chaos was discovered, even if Chen Ziwen took action to solve more than a dozen security guards, the alarm mechanism was still triggered.

However, the museum is not a barracks, and there have even been cases of lost collections in history, even when a team has arrived with guns, and at this moment, the museum is in chaos.

Countless second-hand goods began to run wild in the museum, even though the surviving security personnel in the museum warned them at gunpoint, but they did not stop.

"Fuck off! You even pointed a gun at me? Do you know who I am? ”

"They must be trying to seize Count Dracula's treasure! It must be so! These damn bastards are actually pointing guns to taxpayers' heads! ”

"Don't talk to them, there are so many of us that they can't stop us......"

“……”

In the midst of the turmoil, Chen Ziwen's figure appeared in a showroom out of thin air.

There are not many tourists at night.

After Chen Ziwen entered the showroom, his eyes swept to the rows of exhibits, and finally stopped at a piece of jade.

"An object from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period."

Chen Ziwen glanced at the introduction, his palm was bloody, and he slapped at the special glass display cabinet that protected the exhibits, only to hear "Bang!" The showcase was blown up on the spot.

"It's better to be a flying corpse."

Although he broke the display case, Chen Ziwen shook his head.

After fusing the flying corpse and countless blood qi, the blood evil qi in Chen Ziwen's body exceeded the flying corpse qi in terms of "quantity", and in terms of attack power, or "sharpness", the blood evil qi was inferior to the flying corpse qi.

If the Flying Corpse Clone is still there, it can easily slash through the display case with just one slash.

In other words, when fighting with strongmen, the flying corpse qi can break through the defense, and the bloody qi may only be able to knock it away.

And in terms of defense, the flying corpse qi coat is also better than the blood-colored coat.

The flying corpse clone is still there, Chen Ziwen dares to come to the Yuanying pile and resist the artillery bombardment; Dressed in a bloody cloak, Chen Ziwen had to release a three-foot qi wall, and he still had to be careful and careful.

After sleeping for decades and waking up, Chen Ziwen's strength actually decreased instead of increasing.

But that's the price of growth.

Flying corpses are an external force after all.

At that time, Chen Ziwen didn't dare to do everything, just because his body was too weak.

Once someone uses rare magic against the soul or Chen Ziwen's body, including plotting, poisoning, and flying down, there is a possibility of severely injuring or even killing Chen Ziwen.

The blood evil qi is not as "sharp" and "tenacious" as the flying corpse qi, but it is cultivated both inside and outside, which can essentially improve Chen Ziwen's life level, and it cannot be completely said to be a regression.

Besides, blood evil qi is also related to immortality.

If there is no hope of immortality, everything is empty talk.

Of course, the flying corpse clone is easy to use, and Chen Ziwen misses it very much.

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That's why Chen Ziwen will try to refine another flying corpse in today's world.

If he can have both the bloody qi and the flying corpse clone, I am afraid that apart from the nuclear bomb and the legendary gods and Buddhas, Chen Ziwen is not afraid of anything.

It's just that if you want to refine a flying corpse in modern times, even if Chen Ziwen is now a generation of grandmasters who have accumulated knowledge in refining corpses, he doesn't have much confidence.

It can only be said that you do your best.

But then again, today's strength is enough for Chen Ziwen.

With the aura of heaven and earth almost exhausted, the ability of the Yuan Infant back then, not to mention whether he was alive or not, was already a question.

Based on Chen Ziwen's observation over the past year, except for the Maoshan faction, which assisted in the anti-Japanese resistance under the leadership of Mao Zhen, the real person in charge, it seems that a part of the inheritance has been retained, and the rest of the major sects have completely lost their news, and I don't know whether the self-styled Shanmen no longer joins the WTO, or it has long ceased to exist.

It is true that Chen Ziwen has become weaker, but others have become weaker.

Stopping his reverie, Chen Ziwen ordered the corpse servant to put the jade containing ancient materials into the coffin.

"It's all my country's thing."

Chen Ziwen was not half embarrassed to take the collection.

The exhibits in this showroom are all from the ancient Orient, and it is self-evident how to obtain them. Is robbing a robber's belongings considered robbery?

Scanning the showroom, Chen Ziwen found the target from another place.

Most of the ancient materials used to build the summoning circle existed in the oriental items, and Chen Ziwen didn't take anything else, only what he needed.

After visiting two or three places in a row and putting down a lot of security personnel, the entire museum has been put on first-level alert.

Fortunately, those people outside delayed, Chen Ziwen walked around the Oriental exhibits area and found more than a dozen useful things.

"It's still too little."

Chen Ziwen shook his head.

The coffins he brought were not full, which made Chen Ziwen very disappointed.

However, by this time, gunshots had already sounded outside, and a large number of people had entered the museum, and a large number of people surrounded the museum.

Chen Ziwen didn't want to do much, seeing that the Oriental Exhibition Area had no gain, he went to the Egyptian Exhibition Area to take a look, and finally stood in front of the iron door at the end of the Oriental Exhibition Hall and paused for a few seconds.

Behind this closed iron door is the famous Stein Vault.

Later, a large number of sculptures, murals, silk paintings and other Dunhuang cultural relics were preserved.

Even Gu Kaizhi's "Female History Atlas" of the Eastern Jin Dynasty is also stored in it.

This is a well-deserved national treasure-level collection.

However, Chen Ziwen did not move.

Because silk painting is fragile.

Chen Ziwen doesn't care much about these, but he vaguely feels that some things should not be destroyed, even if they are stored in the hands of outsiders, they also represent the culture of the East.

However, there is no need to be careful if some are resistant to falling.

After not finding a thing he wanted, Chen Ziwen saw that there was still a lot of space left in the coffin, so he picked out a few precious and not easily damaged Oriental treasures like buying snacks in the supermarket, wrapped them and threw them into the coffin, and finally pulled out a few iron nails on the heads of the corpse servants as coffin nails to seal the wooden coffin.

Throwing away the corpse servant, Chen Ziwen glanced around, and finally wrapped the coffin with bloody gas, and with a thunderbolt, he disappeared several kilometers away with the coffin.

"I still have to find ancient materials in the East, and it seems that I have to go to other museums."

Chen Ziwen left the museum without any waves.

This is not a big gain, because there are so many things that are not exhibited in the museum at all.

Chen Ziwen's trip, together with the proceeds from the previous auction, was far from enough to build a formation, so he decided not to stay for a long time and returned to the East immediately.

"I hope the Zhongshan Museum can satisfy me, otherwise it will ......"

Chen Ziwen was reluctant to go to the Beiping Museum to grab things in his heart, and always felt that something bad would happen.