"Whew!" a gust of north wind swept up the hazy sand, but only the ancient horse beast occasionally snorted twice, as if to give him the only response: I don't know!

"FK!" scolded in a low voice with sticks in both hands, and Xin took a deep breath and looked at the door of the underground palace. The entrance is only two meters square, and the darkness is so deep that it is completely invisible.

But he knew that Ken, who was honest to the point of pedantic, didn't know what "joking" was at all!

After thinking about it, he immediately walked quickly to the entrance.

As a result, as soon as he was halfway through, he saw two lines of clear footprints, staggering into the underground palace.

"Ken!" Xin immediately shouted into the pitch-black entrance, "Come out when you hear me!"

"Trouble!"

There was no response at all, which made his heart tighten.

From the very beginning of meeting Ken until now, the two have also been through life and death several times during this time. During the day, he had already made it clear that he regarded this honest herdsman as his brother.

Although the footprints looked like they were drunk or hooked, Ken staggered into the dungeon in a daze. But no matter what, watching his brother step into danger alone is not the result that he is willing to bear.

Turning back to the ancient horse, he took out two maces that had no nails, tore off the blanket and dipped it in the last bit of lard, wrapped it around the sticks and lit them to make torches.

Only then did he take a deep breath to adjust his mood, and carefully entered the entrance with the alloy stick.

It's just that when he just stepped into the entrance two or three steps, the walls on both sides suddenly lit up with a faint light. Seeing this, Xin immediately stopped and looked left and right, only to find that it was actually two very delicate magic oil lamps.

"Huh?" After noticing any other signs of danger, he cautiously walked forward again for five or six meters. At the same time that the two magic oil lamps on both sides were lit up again, the two lights behind him also went out automatically in an instant.

"What's the situation?" Seeing this seemingly intelligent design, he couldn't help but whisper: "Infrared sensor light, is it so advanced?"

Then, he was stunned again and frowned: "Infrared, induction, where did you learn this term?"

Still unable to understand the specific origin of these terms, Xin could only shake his head helplessly and move on. Accompanied by oil lamps that turned on and off, there were also two turns on the left and right after thirty or forty meters.

Since he was looking for Ken this time, he immediately turned left along the footprints without hesitation.

But just turned less than five meters, only to feel a cold wind blowing in front of him, which made him can't help but feel excited, and at the same time, the strength of his body was also cut by about half.

"Damn!" the whole person froze in place: "What's the situation? Is this a curse magic?

Suddenly stumbling to a stop, Xin couldn't help but frown again and stopped: "BUFF, aura, or diffuse magic, someone, or something automatically?"

Countless questions flashed through my mind in an instant, and I couldn't help but immediately look at the "crackling" burning torch in my hand, and the flames on both sides like the size of soybeans.

Never mind!

He tossed the torch aside, grabbed the alloy stick with both hands and continued to walk. It is inconvenient for the torch to occupy the left hand to attack and defend, since there are oil lamps on both sides, so simply give up the torch for the sake of combat effectiveness.

At the end, I encountered two choices again, one turned right and continued to go deeper, and the other followed the footprints left by Ken and jumped directly into the one-meter-square entrance.

When Xin patrolled around the periphery, he almost felt the architectural pattern of the underground palace. Since it can be called an underground palace, it is impossible not to have a part that goes deep underground.

Now it seemed that this was the case, so he jumped out of the entrance without hesitation.

It landed firmly on the lower floor, and the height and width changed from two meters to three meters.

He casually played a stick and looked around, speeding up his feet and occasionally calling softly: "Ken!

Each intersection is two choices, some left and right and some left down and right down.

"Let's go!"

In short, when he gently jumped to the third underground layer along the increasingly faint sand marks, he was immediately shocked by the huge space in front of him that was more than four meters high and nearly a thousand square meters in circumference.

Under the light of hundreds of oil lamps around, Ken could be seen in the middle, but he didn't dare to go there easily.

Because among the dozens of coffins around, five of them have automatically and slowly opened, lying in the middle of the dried corpses covered in strips of cloth, each holding a snake-headed cane in their hands, all looking at Ken in the middle motionless.

"Mummy?" gasped for a slightly cloudy breath of air, Xin's brows furrowed together. Looking at Ken in the middle again, he saw that the guy had slowly drawn his scimitar.

What does he want to do?

Although his mind was full of doubts about Ken's behavior, he suddenly felt a little nervous in his heart.

In the midst of his thoughts, suddenly a thought came to mind: suicide!

After thinking about it, he immediately jumped over the coffin in front of him and quickly ran in the direction of Ken.

But at this moment, the five mummies seemed to hear footsteps, and immediately turned their heads to look at Xin who continued to run.

There was a silent hiss, and he got up stiffly and rushed over with a snake-headed cane.

"Halfway robbery?" Xin glanced left and right at both sides, and the corners of his mouth clenched the alloy stick with a little coldness: "Just rely on you dry corpses?"

Just when Ken was still a dozen meters away, the nearest mummy finally rushed directly in front of him. Holding the crutches with both hands, he raised it high and smashed it on his head, Xin just twisted his waist and jumped up lightly, taking advantage of the inertia of the forward rush to rub the mummy and fly by.

As the body rotated, the alloy stick in his hand swung sideways vigorously, smashing the mummy's head into pieces with a "bang".

"Boom!" The body covered in rags instantly collapsed, raising bursts of black gas and dust, and at the same time, it also completely announced the fate of the mummy's death.

It's just that Xin, who was about to turn around and continue running, suddenly stumbled and almost fell to the ground. The weight of the stick in his hand instantly doubled, making him react immediately: "Damn!"

It's the curse of debilitation again!

When he entered the dungeon, his strength was cut in half, and now that he had killed a mummy, his strength was cut in half again.

If you want to kill all five mummies, I'm afraid that your strength will be reduced to the extreme point that you can't even hold an alloy stick, and it will be difficult to even walk.

Immediately, he made a decision, holding the middle of the alloy stick in his left hand and dragging one end of the stick with the palm of his right hand.

With a slight aim, he pushed his right hand with all his might, instantly pushing the stick towards Ken's head.

When the four mummies were about to surround him on all sides, unless they threw away their sticks and ran with all their might, if they were hit by an enemy crutch, they would probably end up with broken tendons.

Since he himself can't get by, he has no choice but to hope that the stick in his hand can completely wake up Ken at once.