Mu Yunjun walked in, and the little zombie and Thunderbolt didn't enter, but stayed in the tomb behind her.

After entering the dark room, Mu Yunjun stood on the edge of this blood well with a diameter of only one meter. Only then did he use his blood-covered hand to draw a blood talisman against the blood well.

The blood talisman was smashed into the blood well by her, and the originally calm blood water immediately tumbled. After rolling a few times, I saw a short black bayonet emerge from under the bloody water, and was held up by a stone platform and exposed to the bloody water.

The blade of this bayonet was only a little longer than the hilt, and it was a three-sided blade with a blood groove. The tip of the knife is sharp and sharp, and the blade glows white. Not a drop of blood stuck to the knife, as if it had been wiped with a rag.

Where the handle of the knife meets the blade of the knife is the blade of a dragon's head with its mouth open, spit out of its mouth. On the handle of the knife, there is also a dragon lin. The first dragon lins are very elaborately carved.

Mu Yunjun stretched out his uninjured and gloved hand to hold the handle of the knife and took it, habitually spinning out a beautiful knife flower in his hand, and then holding it firmly in his hand.

The reason why she held the knife in her uninjured hand was because the knife would consume her yin qi when it touched her blood. But she didn't have any yin qi in her body now, so she couldn't touch the Dark Dragon Thorn directly with her hands, let alone touch it with her blood-stained hands.

A large number of memories suddenly flooded her mind in her mind, and Mu Yunjun snorted, and suddenly covered her forehead with her injured hand. His knees went limp, and he almost fell to his knees. Fortunately, she reacted in time, supported on one leg, and turned into a one-knee position.

"Hmm-" Mu Yunjun covered his forehead with a headache, but his other hand tightly grasped the hilt of the Dark Dragon Thorn. Blood ran down her forehead, and from the tips of her brows, two streaks of blood of varying lengths.

"Roar-" When the little zombie saw Mu Yunjun's situation, his heart was slightly anxious, and he just got up and stepped forward, but a black shadow flashed in front of him, and a tall human wall blocked him.

"Don't go over, the memories of the adult's previous life are still in the stage of recovery, and now she is just recovering her memory, and she can't be disturbed." Thunderbolt blocked the little zombie and explained to him.

The little zombie raised his eyes to look at him, then moved to the side to look at Mu Yunjun, who was kneeling on one leg on the ground in the dark room, and his purple lips were tightly pursed into a straight line.

After Mu Yunjun took the bayonet, the stone platform in the blood well immediately sank.

After a long while, Mu Yunjun sat on the ground panting and her whole body was weak, and she leaned against the ridge by the blood well. In my mind, I still have that bloody and murderous cold picture.

It's a murder weapon, and the images in my mind are blood-stained killings.

She remembered that in her previous life, before she died, she was actually an assassin. Since childhood, he was brought to a killer sect and trained to become a top cold-blooded killer. Before she died, her hands were stained with the blood of thousands of people.

In those days, the lives of servants and servants were like grass. Every time she goes on a mission, it is the result of destroying the door, cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, and she will not let go of even a child.

This dark dragon thorn was a weapon she used to kill people at that time, and she also refined it into a natal weapon after death.

She was as cold-blooded as ice when she was alive, and after she died, she became a powerful ghost, and she was even more cruel and terrifying. The early Ten Thousand Ghost Ancestors were talked about by everyone.

She took a breath to regain her strength, got up and walked out of the dark room with the Dark Dragon Thorn.

This bayonet did not have a knife holder, so Mu Yunjun had prepared a thick cloth early. The knife was wrapped in a cloth, tied with a rope, and placed in the backpack.

Although she got the Dark Dragon Thorn, it was very troublesome to unlock the Dark Dragon Thorn, especially her current state. So I can only go back and deal with this matter slowly, because I can't rush it.

After exiting the dark room, the stone wall descended.

took out the moon jade and returned it to the little zombie, and Mu Yunjun restored the coffin in the tomb to its original state. The blood she smeared on it was completely gone.

Mu Yunjun found a bottle of hemostasis from his bag and scattered it on the wound, and then wrapped it in gauze. She couldn't tie the knot herself, so she asked Thunderbolt to tie it for her.

But the knot tied by the big men made Mu Yunjun look like he was guilty of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Big brother, can you tie a knot to tie the two threads to the same length, the short one of you is almost gone, what's the matter with this long tail like one? I knew that the Stygian Moon Birch was coming!

Before she came in, Stygian Birch didn't follow up. Because I want her to keep an eye on those second-hand goods outside, lest they do anything sand sculpture.

After holding it for three seconds, she still said loudly: "Hit hard!" ”

Thunderbolt: "......"

Untied and tied, tied and untied. After going back and forth three times, Mu Yunjun was finally barely satisfied.

Then Mu Yunjun looked at the little zombie: "After I leave, you go to find Xiao Shun by yourself and wait for me to come back at his side." I still have something to do, so I can't take you away directly for the time being. ”

She must have taken this little zombie away, and it is no longer safe to put it here. Her movements this time must have been watched by many people in the metaphysical world.

The little zombie tilted his head and looked at her.

Seeing his familiar expression, Mu Yunjun couldn't help but say, "Listen to your mother, go, where I'm going next." Don't go. ”

The little zombie bowed his head in disappointment, and then nodded lightly.

Mu Yunjun pressed open the door of this tomb and walked out, followed by Thunderbolt and the little zombie. It wasn't until she got out of this ancient tomb that the little zombie stopped at the edge of the stone monument and looked at her.

Looking back at the little zombie who was looking at him, Mu Yunjun said, "Do as I say, and I will go to you." ”

"Oh~" The little zombie had to respond, then turned around and jumped down the tomb again.

Looking at Mu Yunjun who was walking towards him, Bai Zijun couldn't help but say, "What's the matter with the blood on your head?" ”

After speaking, he subconsciously flipped through the bag, took out a pack of tissues, pulled out one and handed it to her.

Mu Yunjun looked at the tissue he naturally handed over over on his face for two seconds, and then calmly took it and wiped it on his face. Rubbing and rubbing, suddenly a hand reached for her forehead again, and wiped it directly on her forehead.

"I'll help you, you haven't wiped it clean." Bai Zijun said while wiping.

Mu Yunjun was stunned for a moment, then put his hand down. The red paper towel in her hand was turned black by a wisp of yin qi in her palm, and then she pinched her five fingers, and the paper became ash and scattered on the ground.

After Bai Zijun helped her wipe her forehead, she said strangely: "Hey, you don't have any injuries on your forehead." Where did the blood come from? ”

Su Hanfei leaned over: "Hand." ”

As soon as Bai Zijun lowered her head, she saw that she had gauze wrapped around her palm.

Mu Yunjun didn't explain much, and said, "Let's go." ”

Then he asked the Stygian Moon Birch sitting on the tree next to him, "Where are those three people?" ”

Stygian Moon Birch immediately rolled over and floated down, flying in one direction: "This way." ”

Everyone turned and followed her.

Not long after Mu Yunjun and the others walked away, the little zombie in the tomb jumped out again, just carrying a burden on his back, and then jumped and disappeared in front of the tomb.

"Boom—" The stone slab of the tomb closed again.