"How can you be sure I can open it?"

The boy suddenly grabbed my wrist, and suddenly, I felt a wave of extreme yin power spread along my wrist and spread all over my body, and when this force surged from the various meridians of my body to my forehead, there was a sharp stinging pain on my forehead, and the ghost lines bloomed out in an instant, illuminating the entire tomb.

And at the same time as the ghost pattern on my forehead bloomed, the humming of the terracotta figurines came to an abrupt end, and the door with the ghost pattern on it also emitted a ghostly light, especially the light of the big words "the dead will be reborn from here" became more and more intense.

The boy had a smug smile on his face, he dragged me to the door, and cut my wrist with a knife, and the red blood gushed out of my wrist, and there was a cone-shaped clay pot under the door, and when the blood from my wrist dripped into the clay pot, the clay pot made a crisp sound, like ethereal music, which continued to echo for several minutes, and then the sound of blood dripping into the clay pot was intertwined, resulting in a very complex movement.

It was also at this time that the terracotta figurines began to respond to this movement, producing a more dense and complex humming sound with rhythm, the humming sound changed from weak to strong, when the humming sound reached a certain volume, I saw that Huang Zihua's body exuded a dazzling light, and the terracotta figurines were disintegrating the power of Huang Zihua's soul body, and transmitted this power to the door in front of me through the applied humming.

When the power of Huang Zihua's soul body touched the gate, a blazing yang power rushed to my face, and the power of the extreme yin in my blood mixed with the divine power of Nuwa also penetrated into the entire gate, and suddenly, with a roar, the door in front of me actually opened a gap by itself.

The smile on the face of the young man next to me became stronger and stronger, but for some reason, I felt that the smile on his face was evil and gloomy, which made people shudder.

Suddenly, a wolf's wail broke the hum and music of the tomb, and a zombie wolf fell into the tomb like a wolf bomb. The moment it fell, the corpse was torn apart, and the stench of black blood splattered everywhere.

Immediately after, countless zombie wolves fell into the tomb, they seemed to be frightened by something, and retreated again and again, and the boy was also startled. He didn't expect such an unexpected incident to happen, and he pulled a whistle out of his pocket. He blew the whistle violently, but instead of making a loud sound, it made a somewhat shrill boo, and the wolves, as if encouraged by the whistle, rushed out of the chamber again.

At this time, the commotion outside the tomb was getting louder and louder, and I didn't know what was really going on outside, but I was already feeling a bit of lightheadedness and I was bleeding too much. If I continue like this, I'll die here.

I can't die, I'm going to save Huang Zihua out.

The wolf's wail sounded again, and the boy could not hold back any longer, he stretched out his head, and I was waiting for such a gap, and I kicked the boy in the stomach. A pistol that snatched him over, I slammed the clay figurines on the ground, slammed the trigger, the recoil of the pistol was much greater than I thought, and I fired the first shot and fell straight to the ground. But my fingers didn't pause, I finished all the bullets in the pistol, and threw the gun straight away.

I pinched my wrist tightly, then kicked the terracotta figurines on the ground and ran towards Huang Zihua, and as soon as the humming of the figurines stopped, the light on the gate disappeared.

"Zihua! Sub-flower! Wake up! Sub-flower! ”

I'm calling Zihua's name. But at this time, a large number of zombie wolves poured into the tomb, and they were caught in the fact that they were fleeing, and something was behind them, forcing them to retreat step by step.

I don't know what is driving these wolves, but it's clear that they're something much more terrible than beasts and humans.

"Brother Hua, where is this?" Huang Zihua opened her eyes, her soul body was very weak, and she couldn't even transform into a form, she sometimes gathered, sometimes dissipated: "Don't ask yet, let's get out of here!" I replied, I had broken most of the terracotta figurines, and then I found a path on the other side of the gate, but there were wolves between me and the path.

With the influx of wolves, a powerful evil aura quickly spread throughout the tomb, and "it" is coming!

Ke Zihua's consciousness is sometimes clear, sometimes vague, and if it goes on like this, neither of us can leave.

Suddenly, a spirit control spell in the previous "Demon Ghost Decision" came to my mind, which is a basic ghost raising technique that can temporarily store the soul in a certain container and use it as a Horcrux to facilitate the carrying of the soul from one place to another.

But I don't have any container on my body that can be used to carry the soul of Huang Zihua, and at this time, my eyes lit up, and there were many unbroken terracotta figurines in front of me, and these terracotta figurines should be able to be used as containers.

I smashed the top of a terracotta figurine, only to see that the inside of the terracotta figurines was hollow and there was nothing, I summoned the spirit of the imperial spirit, sealed the soul of Huang Zihua in the terracotta figurines, and then ran to the opposite path with the terracotta figurines in my arms.

But I hadn't taken a few steps when there was a sudden tremor under my feet, followed by a loud explosion, which stopped and was a chilling silence, and for that moment, the whole world suddenly fell silent.

The silence lasted only a few seconds, and the sound of a rockfall came from outside the tomb, followed by a roar, accompanied by a roar, a huge wave poured in, someone exploded the rocks, attracting a torrent, is it the yellow cannon? It is estimated that it is him, and the yellow cannon is besieged by a pack of wolves and cannot get out of this decision, and then there is "it", what is "it", what is it, will make these wolves so afraid.

I didn't have time to think about it so much at the moment, so I held the terracotta figurines and climbed up the path to the opposite side before the torrent came, which had already poured in from the mouth of the tomb and the wolves were torn apart.

I turned around and saw that the boy was still at the door of the door, and my last image was of him squeezing through the crack and disappearing.

The water spread rapidly and soon flooded most of the burial chamber.

The path under my feet became steeper and steeper, and it became more and more difficult to climb up, I clung to the terracotta figurines, and pushed up step by step, my legs gradually lost sensation, and my head was numb, and I remembered that I had walked this road when I was a child, and I crawled outward, crying while crawling.

Suddenly, my forehead tingled so badly that my ghost lines bloomed again, and the moment the ghost lines bloomed, memories poured into my brain like a tide.

I've been here, I've been through that door. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for the recommendation ticket, your support is my biggest motivation. )