Wang Ling stopped and looked ahead, his face showing a thoughtful look. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In his hands, the five backpacks had long disappeared, leaving only one backpack that looked quite cool, this backpack was found from the hands of the intermediate martial artist, not only the material was very strong, but also the space inside was not small.

"Vacuum." Wang Ling said secretly.

After leaving the valley, they came to a wasteland, but the land was desolate, and the two figures seemed lonely.

The mountains and rivers stretched out into the distance, like a big dragon, and at the end of the big dragon, a figure stood up, and one turned around and disappeared into the mountains.

"Rank 3 corpse." Wang Ling rejoiced.

"That figure just now, that's right, that breath is definitely not something that a second-level corpse can emit, it must be a third-level corpse."

The third-level corpse is equivalent to the existence of a high-level martial artist, and the body size is already the same as that of an ordinary corpse, and even exactly the same as a human being.

The corpse was dressed in red, and the appearance was that of a slender woman, except for her beautiful face and sexy posture, her eyes had never recovered, and she was cloudy. As the so-called eyes are the windows of the soul, it would be great if this woman's eyes also returned to human appearance, but it is a pity that the sky is jealous and red-faced, and she has become a corpse, and she has also become a third-level corpse.

The evolution of corpse people is so difficult, let alone a third-level corpse man.

Looking at the third-level corpse man from a distance, Wang Ling sighed with his eyes, although he had a little regret in his heart, if this woman was alive, she would definitely become a disaster-level character, but now she was a corpse, he clenched the long sword, and the existence of the combat power of a high-level martial artist could not be careless.

The female corpse sat quietly, and in front of her, a rock was polished and smooth, only waist tall, like a stone table.

Wang Ling slowly approached, and at the same time, his vigilance was raised to the extreme, this corpse man was very different from what he had encountered before, and if there was no change, he couldn't judge, so it made him feel even more dangerous.

Behind the stone table, the female corpse suddenly moved, and one arm was raised.

"Huh?" Wang Ling became nervous.

The arm didn't do anything, but pointed at him slowly, and then pointed to the seat in front of him in Wang Ling's stunned gaze.

"How."

Wang Ling was stunned and did not move, and the female corpse still pointed at him, motioning for him to sit at the stone table, which was not an illusion.

A generation of corpse kings, first-level corpses who experienced dangers, and second-level corpses who were difficult, and finally turned into third-level corpses, such existences really can't be explained by ordinary science.

Wang Ling's heart was complicated, he looked at the female corpse curiously, but the battle intent in his heart disappeared unconsciously, a living creature without any hostility, it was difficult for him to get a butcher's knife.

But his heart was complicated and unsettled, and he was always vigilant to come closer, and when he saw that there was nothing abnormal about the female corpse, he was relieved. The female corpse looked at him, and although the cloudy eyes were chilling, Wang Ling didn't feel so scared anymore.

"Who are you?" He asked the question in his mind.

The female corpse did not speak when she heard him, or did not say a word from beginning to end, but pointed to her own clothes.

Her clothes were old, but they were complete, and they looked like they had been made from a long time without being made of ordinary things.

Wang Ling noticed the clothes on the female corpse, which were ancient costumes, and the threads on them were very complete, embroidered with all kinds of wonderful patterns, he looked deeply, and sighed and admired: "These threads are so wonderful." ”

"This is Danhua needle, this dress, I think it is 5,000 years old." Liu Wen stood behind Wang Ling, her eyes also staring at the female corpse.

"You know that." Wang Ling was surprised, and at the same time thought of something, "So, she has lived for five thousand years. ”

"It should be, the corpse at that time, I'm afraid it is now decomposed, but it is so intact that it is difficult to explain." Liu Wen looked at the female corpse unwillingly, and muttered, "It would be nice if I could get her DNA, this corpse is worth enough to be worth a treasure." ”

The female corpse waved her arms and drew a few words in the void in front of them, and the handwriting was slow.

"That's an ancient word."

Liu Wen was incredulous, "This female corpse still retains her previous memories. ”

"What does that mean?" Wang Ling stared at those ancient characters.

"I was originally a maid, and then I was buried with someone, and I died in a tomb, and now I look like I am dead."

"So, she's really an ancient." Wang Lingda became interested.

"Yes, you can still understand us." Liu Wen's words made people shudder, "The ancient corpse that can understand human words, no one will believe it when they see it, and the rotten corpse can come back to life, can you believe what she said." ”

"Why not?" Wang Ling was already excited.

The female corpse's face was calm, and her body exuded an astonishing death aura, but that posture, temperament, faintly resembled a divine concubine sitting here, if it weren't for her eyes that were too terrifying, it was estimated that no matter who would have fallen under her pomegranate skirt.

"What's your name?"

The pale fingers scribbled a few intricate words in mid-air.

"Her name is Candle Styx." After Liu Wen finished speaking, her eyes thought again, and she seemed to be turning over the knowledge in her head, "In ancient times, there was such a surname, but it was a small tribe, and it was a slave tribe. ”

"Slaves?" Wang Ling asked.

"A name for a small tribe attached to a big tribe, the big tribe in ancient times generally had one or twenty such small tribes, it's not worth mentioning, but such a small tribe was wiped out quickly, and the end was very miserable." Liu Wen sneered, "As for a slave woman like her, she has a slightly better appearance, as long as she is over the age of twelve, she will be selected as a maid and given to the big tribe as a gift, such a woman is even worse than the tribe, and can only be reduced to a toy." ”

Hearing this, Wang Ling looked at the female corpse, more of a pity.

He suddenly thought of it and immediately asked, "Where are you from?" ”

Candle Styx stretched out one hand and shushed at his lips, as if to signal them to silence, then pointed to his feet, while the other hand quickly scribbled a few words in the air.

"This is an ancient tomb, there is danger, she told us to go quickly, we must be quiet, otherwise there will be danger." Liu Wen stared at the gesture of the candle and spoke in a solemn tone.

The ancient tomb was at his feet, and Wang Ling felt a chill penetrate the soles of his feet.

Since this is an ancient tomb, the buried corpses, after so many years, I am afraid that they have long since turned into nothingness.

Thinking of this, he shook his head, thinking that it was unlikely, but looking at the candle again, he felt that it was wrong, since the female corpse looked like this, what about other corpses?

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The sound of breaking ground came one after another, as if something was about to rush out.

Wang Ling sensed the danger, and the voice made his hair stand on end.

"Let's go." Liu Wen urged in a low voice.

The two of them walked off into the distance, as Candle had told them, without any sound.

Before leaving, Wang Ling bowed to Candle Ming with both hands, and at this time, Gu Li, which meant to thank him, saw a smile on Candle Ming's face, and immediately left quickly with Liu Wen.

Seeing that the two of them were drifting apart, a tattered body came out, there were many of these corpses, and the figure of the candle was gradually submerged in the corpses.

Wang Ling looked at the figure of Candle Ming from a distance, there was a kind of reluctance in his eyes, he suddenly thought that he had the opportunity to take Candle Ming away just now, and he couldn't help but pat his head.

"Look dumbfounded." Liu Wen said with a smile on the side.

"Let's go." Wang Ling cut off his thoughts and strode up.