After knowing that these corpses would not be corpse-transformed, Ming Dao breathed a sigh of relief, but there was a thought in his mind, since these corpses would not be corpse-transformed, what role would the tomb owner have in placing them here? Could it be that the tomb owner really believed in Buddhism during his lifetime? It doesn't make sense, if the burial here is Bai Qi, how can a killing god believe in Buddhism.

Yuan Fo and the others have already begun to study the ornaments and pendants around here, and some people are even groping around the corpses, probably to see if there are any treasures on the corpses, while Pang Fatzi sat down on the stairs and looked around.

"Brother Dao, you said that this underground palace is big enough, how much manpower and financial resources do you have to spend to get such a place, you said that you fled in vain, where did you get so many people and money?"

Ming Dao said casually: "You care about other people's, maybe others have Yin soldiers to help, people have killed so many people in vain, the underworld is estimated to have to queue up, think about it, the underworld has accepted so many people, then you can't be grateful to Bai Qi, maybe after knowing what happened to Bai Qi, he will line up Yin soldiers to help him build a tomb." ”

Ming Dao was originally just fooling around, who knew that Pang Fat Man still said in a serious way: "Hey, don't say it, Brother Dao, your analysis is really reasonable." ”

Ming Dao was speechless and turned his head to see that Pang Fat Man was about to speak, but suddenly his face changed, and he immediately squeezed his eyebrows at Pang Fat Man.

Pang Fatzi looked at Ming Dao's expression and said strangely, "What's wrong?" Got your eyes in the sand? ”

Ming Dao was speechless, this fat man's nerves are inevitably too big, this is in the tomb, is his expression so big as if he has entered the sand? This girl has not been on guard at all when she enters the tomb, if she is outside, she will definitely go up and give him a look, so that this fat man will have a long memory.

"Behind, back."

Ming Dao opened his teeth and claws at Pang Fatty, and whispered, but who knew that Pang Fatman who was sitting opposite stood up suddenly, Mingdao was shocked into a cold sweat at this time, and there was a corpse lying on Pang Fatman's shoulder, which was the dark blue ancient corpse sitting on the ground before, but at this time, Pang Fatzi was unaware.

But at this time, Ming Dao saw that Pang Fatzi's expression suddenly became very strange, and he was gesturing to himself, and the action seemed to be the same as what he had done before.

Wait, it's the same as his own movements, Mo Fei, Ming Dao instantly sweated on his forehead, and his head slowly turned back, only to see when he pulled a small black hand on his shoulder, because there was no meat, the fingers looked particularly slender, Ming Dao didn't have to think about it to know what was behind him, isn't this the same as the thing behind Pang Fatzi?

Ming Dao made a gesture to Pang Fatzi, indicating that he also had something behind him, Ming Dao and Pang Fatzi were silent for a moment, and silently counted three times in their hearts.

"Fuck, your uncle dares to touch me."

Ming Dao instantly turned around and grabbed the hand behind him, wanting to give the thing behind him an over-the-shoulder fall.

The dark blue hand that Ming Dao's hand had just touched, and he immediately felt a burst of coldness from above, and Ming Dao almost reflexively wanted to withdraw his hand, but Ming Dao forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, and the cold and bloated skin was indeed quite scary.

But just when Ming Dao wanted to fall over his shoulder, he found that the thing behind him couldn't be pulled at all, like a boulder motionless, Ming Dao immediately changed his strategy and wanted to distance himself, but at this time, the strange little hand suddenly grabbed Ming Dao's neck, and a huge force came from his exhausted wrist, and Ming Dao was about to lose his breath.

"Ahem."

Ming Dao kept coughing, reaching out to move the hand that was holding his neck, but no matter how hard Ming Dao tried, it was to no avail, Ming Dao's face began to turn red, his breathing became more and more rapid, and he was about to lose his breath.

"Ahh

Ming Dao looked at Pang Fatzi in front of him, who was also pinched by the corpse at the moment, his face was red, and the corpse was still hanging on Pang Fatman's body, looking as if he was hugging Pang Fatzi.

"Damn, what the hell is this?"

Ming Dao had already checked that it was impossible for these corpses to undergo corpse transformation, so Ming Dao relieved his precautions, but these corpses suddenly burst out, which is too strange.

Ming Dao began to feel that his consciousness was slowly becoming blurred, his eyes were about to roll white, he couldn't breathe, and at this time, Ming Dao suddenly saw the barrage in the live broadcast room.

"What are you doing? Why are you pinching yourself? ”

"I'll go, Brother Dao, they're on the road, maybe they've been drugged or something, and they're delirious."

"My God, look at Brother Dao's expression, his eyes are pinched by himself, and the bulging green tendons on his hands are clearly pinching himself with all his might, maybe Brother Dao will really be strangled to death by himself."

Ming Dao suddenly thundered like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and was awakened in an instant, obviously what he saw was the strange corpse doing tricks, but why did the people in the live broadcast room say that they were pinching themselves, could it be that this is not real at all? There are no corpses behind you at all? Is it all an illusion?

Ming Dao instantly bit the tip of his tongue and forcibly regained his consciousness, and then his body slowly relaxed, closing his eyes and no longer thinking about those black corpses in his mind, nor thinking about the hands that pinched his neck, and his body began to relax as if he was sleeping.

Ming Dao began to feel that the power from his neck began to slowly decrease, Ming Dao began to slowly regain his consciousness, Ming Dao opened his eyes instantly, and sure enough, he saw that his hands were pinching his neck at the moment, Ming Dao quickly put down his hands and looked to the side, at this moment Pang Fatzi and Yuan Fo and others were rolling on the ground, all of them had blue tendons on their foreheads, and their hands were pinched around their necks.

"Damn, when did you get the trick?"

Ming Dao could be sure that these people were drugged or hallucinated, Ming Dao saw that Pang Fat Man and the others were about to die, and hurriedly rushed forward and slapped Pang Fat Man in the face a few times.

"Tell you to press me when you just came down."

"Bang Bang"

After a few slaps, the madness in Pang Fatzi's eyes began to slowly dissipate and return to normal, Pang Fatzi looked at Ming Dao in confusion and said, "What are you hitting me for?" ”

Ming Dao said casually: "It's nothing, you just fell for the illusion and hurry up to save the others." ”

Pang Fatzi looked around and found that Yuan Buddha was pinching his neck.

"I'll go, they still have this hobby?"

"What nonsense, hurry up and help, you were like this just now."

Ming Dao and Pang Fatzi hurriedly walked towards the rest of the people, waking up the others from the illusion one by one.

Yuan Fo touched his neck after the others cleared up, and said suspiciously: "I'll go, what happened just now?" I seem to see these corpses come back to life, and they are grabbing my neck. ”

Ming Dao sat down on the ground and rubbed his neck.

"What we saw just now was an illusion, in fact, we were pinching our own necks, and I don't know where it was, damn, we almost planted it."

Ming Dao looked at the corpses around him, and the expressions on those corpses at this moment seemed indescribably strange to Ming Dao.