Chapter 233: Tomb Voices

Wu Zhiyuan's reaction surprised Wu Zhiyuan, and it swayed its head with the oil light, indicating that it was not afraid of light, but liked light.

It was only at this time that Wu Zhiyuan suddenly realized, no wonder this snapping turtle would only come towards him, it turned out that the light of the oil lamp in his hand attracted it, and then remembered the broken corpse and the flint next to the corpse, presumably the person was also bitten by the snapping turtle because of this.

With this in mind, Wu Zhiyuan didn't dare to shake the oil lamp in his hand anymore, but stared at the snapping turtle's reaction, slowly bent down and placed the oil lamp in the corner under the stone wall, and then, he stepped back a few feet lightly.

Sure enough, the snapping turtle stared at the direction of the oil lamp from beginning to end, and did not react to Wu Zhiyuan's every move at all. Just when Wu Zhiyuan was five feet away, the snapping turtle suddenly opened its bloody mouth, and the huge turtle shell did not move, but a big mouth suddenly rushed towards the oil lamp in the corner of the wall like an arrow from the string.

The snapping turtle's head was huge, but the space in the corner of the wall was very cramped, so the snapping turtle's head hit the stone wall behind the oil lamp fiercely, only to hear a bang, the stone wall was knocked out of a big hole, but the oil lamp fell to the ground intact and rolled in the direction of Wu Zhiyuan.

The snapping turtle's whole body was extremely hard, and this impact did not hurt it at all, and at this time it was stretching its neck to watch the oil lamp roll towards Wu Zhiyuan.

Seeing the oil lamp rolling in his direction, Wu Zhiyuan stood in place and didn't dare to move, but in his heart, there seemed to be thousands of troops shouting in unison: "Don't come here!" Stay back! ”

However, it backfired, coincidentally, the oil lamp was rolling on the ground, and the flames of the wick kept spinning, just rolling to Wu Zhiyuan's feet, and stopped abruptly, and the fire from the wick seemed to be greater.

The atmosphere instantly became weird, Wu Zhiyuan looked at the oil lamp under his feet, and slowly looked up at the huge snapping turtle in front of him, the cold in his heart was rising, and his heart was bad, because at this time, the snapping turtle opened its mouth again, and it had already launched another ** trend.

Before he had time to think about it, the snapping turtle's head suddenly slammed into another violent catapult, only to pounce on Wu Zhiyuan's feet.

If he is bitten by this snapping turtle on both legs, I am afraid that he will also fall into the fate of his body being cut in two, Wu Zhiyuan wanted to dodge, but it was too late, he just reacted, and the snapping turtle's big mouth full of bloody breath had already arrived in front of him.

I thought it would be impossible to escape this time, but an even more shocking scene happened, just when Wu Zhiyuan was about to be captured, the giant mouth that the snapping turtle pounced on suddenly stopped at a distance of only an inch from itself, it paused for a moment, and then it seemed to have seen a nemesis, and then turned around and plunged into the black pool, no longer moving, only revealing the three protrusions on the back armor that resembled rockeries.

This sudden change was really unexpected, and Wu Zhiyuan did not expect such a situation of peak and loop. Looking at the snapping turtle's reaction just now, it seems that he is quite afraid of himself, but where does this fear come from? Could it be the wooden sword in his hand? Or is it something else?

Wu Zhiyuan scratched his ears and cheeks and thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't do anything about it, so he simply stopped asking for trouble, and it was a great luck to hold his life, so he picked up the oil lamp on the ground, looked at the snapping turtle with its head buried in the water, and shook his head.

At this moment, suddenly a sound of speech came faintly from somewhere, and Wu Zhiyuan's steps that he was about to take suddenly stopped, and he hurriedly listened carefully, thinking how could it be possible, how could there be a sound of talking in this thousand-year-old tomb, could it be that he heard it wrong? But the fleeting voice in my ears just now didn't look like an auditory hallucination, the voice seemed to be a man talking.

In this kind of weird and abnormal royal mausoleum, it is not strange that anything strange happens, if it is a woman's voice, Wu Zhiyuan can also think that it may be the Moon Shadow Fuxian, but this man's voice sounds very terrifying, if you want to associate it, it can only be Murong De, the owner of this imperial mausoleum.

Wu Zhiyuan didn't want to believe that the voice just now was the ghost of Murong De, so he continued to listen quietly for a while, and did not hear the voice just now again, so he sighed lightly in his heart, took the oil lamp and walked forward.

As soon as he took a step, a voice suddenly came into Wu Zhiyuan's ears, his whole body was shocked, and he couldn't help but be taken aback, this time he heard it very clearly, the voice was real, very real, the speaker was a man, his voice was low, and what he said was like this: "It's hard to find now." ”

"Hard-to-find now?" Wu Zhiyuan muttered in his heart, holding his breath and concentrating on listening, and sure enough, after a short silence, he heard another voice, which was just a short "um", but the voice was extremely strange, and it sounded like yin and yang.

From this point of view, it should be at least two people, most likely two or more people in conversation.

Wu Zhiyuan didn't dare to make a big move, first, he was afraid that the voice would sound again and miss it, and second, he was afraid that once he made a big move, he would be noticed by the other party, knowing that he could hear the other party, and the other party would also hear him.

There was a long silence, and no sound sounded again.

At this time, Wu Zhiyuan had already guessed the identity of the other party, since the other party said "It's hard to find now", it was very likely that they were tomb robbers who entered this imperial tomb, maybe they were looking for a ghost weapon or other treasures from before.

If the other party is really a tomb robber, then they must know the exit of this imperial tomb, and follow them all the way, and there will be hope for them to get out. Thinking of this, Wu Zhiyuan was excited in his heart, thinking about how to show up and show his identity to the other party without causing unnecessary misunderstandings, if the other party regarded him as a peer, not only would he not be able to find the exit smoothly, but he would also bring death to himself.

Just then, the voice rang out again.

I only heard the yin and yang weird voice and asked, "Where did that noise come from just now?" Did you check it out? ”

The deep voice replied, "It must be that monster in the coffin that is crazy with hunger and crashes into the stone wall." ”

When the words ended, there was silence. Between this question and answer, Wu Zhiyuan had already followed the sound to find where the sound came from, and he walked to the big hole in the stone wall that was knocked out by the snapping turtle, which was the source of the sound.

Wu Zhiyuan took the oil lamp and shone it into the big hole, and found that it was a very narrow space, the space was cramped, it seemed to be a natural formation, and it was pitch black inside, presumably the sound was on the other side of the stone wall.

Wu Zhiyuan carried the oil lamp into the big hole, touched the stone wall in the hole, and found that it was very rough, which verified his inference that this big hole really existed at the beginning of the formation of the mountain, but it happened to be hit by a snapping turtle.

"Hmm." At this time, the yin and yang strange voice appeared again, Wu Zhiyuan was taken aback when he heard his words, and only heard him say: "If we want to make good use of this imperial tomb, that monster is always a trouble, go find that moonlit night flying eagle and ask him to poison that monster to death, it's a hundred." ”