Losing the restraint of the golden hoop, the two semi-circular logs remained in their original form for a few seconds, and then cracked open in unison like nuts that had been cracked open, revealing a corpse inside that was tightly wrapped in brocade and living like a cocoon.

It seems that this should be the physical body of that lama Hama.

Could it be that the magic arrow is really hidden in this pile of stinky skins that have been sealed underground for nearly a thousand years?

The fat man frowned when he looked at the blackened silk fabrics, but he still gritted his teeth and reached out to uncover the silk fabrics covered by the corpse.

Seeing those mud-like silk fabrics due to their age, coupled with the orange-red liquid sticking out of them, I don't know if they are poisonous.

To be on the safe side, I made a move that I regretted for half my life: I took the fat man's knife and handed it to him, and asked him to use it to pick up the silk fabrics.

The fat man smiled gratefully, took the knife and began to clean up the dirty, slimy-looking thickness.

I felt a sour stomach flush and went to the side to examine the frescoes, distracting myself from the disgusting stuff.

At this time, I suddenly heard a strange sound behind me, and when I looked back, I found that the fat man was tense all over his body, clutching the Li knife, and the Li knife was shaking violently, and made a "buzzing" tiger roaring dragon roar, as if he was eager to break free from the fat man's hands, as if he was about to break the chain and break out of the cage.

I saw that the fat man pinched his right elbow with his left hand, and his right hand held the big knife with his right hand, and even his lips were bitten and bleeding, which shows that he should have gathered all his strength to fight against the strange Li knife.

I saw that the momentum was not good, and I didn't care about anything else, so I bit my index finger and drew a palm thunder charm in the palm of my left hand, and without saying a word, I rushed over and slapped it on the fat man's right shoulder.

The fat man screamed, and the Li knife came out of his hand, and the "brush" shot straight into the coffin.

The fat man sat on the ground with a butt, his face pale, and his mouth shouted "It's too dangerous......

After the fat man's breathing calmed down a little, I quickly asked the fat man what was going on, and the fat man was still frightened: "I fuck his uncle, it's too jb evil, just now, I felt that the knife suddenly came to life, and tried to lose a breath along my arm into my body, I wanted to throw away the knife, but the knife was able to suck my hand to death, I couldn't shake it off, fortunately you used the palm thunder to disperse the qi, otherwise it wouldn't work." ”

"Well, didn't you just say that the knife seems to be sealed, it can't be that there is really something dirty in the blade, right?" I looked at the fat man suspiciously, and pondered.

You must know that everything in heaven and earth has spirituality, every grass, tree, stone and soil is all like this, for example, those stubborn stones and willow acacia things, by chance, they get the aura of heaven and earth, and they will become demons over time. And the sword is a murder weapon that drinks blood to kill, and is soaked in human blood, over time, it will inevitably become a demon and harm the world.

Could it be that the Li knife has been buried deep in the ancient tomb for thousands of years, dyed with yin qi for a long time, and has become a essence?

The fat man and I were secretly speculating, and we saw that the coffin began to shake violently, so that the orange-red viscous liquid in the coffin splashed out of the coffin, leaving a shocking red mark on the log.

The fat man and I not only looked at each other, but why did this coffin get up automatically without wind? Could it be that there are really zongzi in there? Niang Xipi, at the moment, I and the fat man don't talk about black donkey hooves, glutinous rice, jujube cores and other magic weapons, not even a bowl of black dog blood, if it is really a dumpling that pops out of the coffin, then the fat man and I can really only stretch our necks and wait for death.

Not to mention that the fat man and I trembled to observe what tricks the coffin would play, and then looked at the coffin, after shaking violently for a while, the coffin that weighed hundreds of pounds suddenly stood upright, standing high on the stone pile, how to look like a huge tombstone.

The fat man and I were wondering what the coffin was all about, when we saw that the heavy coffin was standing upright and suspended in mid-air without wind, and the scene was very strange.

The fat man and I were on guard when we saw the asphalt-like mixture of silk and liquid in the coffin begin to swell, and bubble up one after another.

"Not good, flash mob." The fat man screamed, and pulled me to the southeast corner away from the coffin.

Almost at the same time, the coffin exploded suddenly, and pieces of palm-sized sawdust mixed with silk fabric and coffin liquid splashed in all directions, but fortunately the fat man saw the opportunity quickly, and we were able to avoid the attack of these dirty bombs.

After the buried objects were cleared, the fat man and I looked up at the coffin with palpitations, and saw that in the middle of the coffin, which was originally a suspended coffin, there was a humanoid object holding the Li knife, nearly 1.9 meters tall, and looking like a human shape.

It is said that he looks like a humanoid because this guy has no skin all over his body, and it is full of bright red muscle tissue, and the blood vessels and tendons on it are delicate, like a fresh corpse that has just been skinned.

However, on this creature's equally bloody head, a pair of large, bloodshot eye crystals exposed in the eye sockets glowed like wolves at us.

It was definitely a hateful, bloodthirsty, brutal, and vicious look.

The fat man and I were at a loss for a while, damn, I've done it with ghosts before, I've done it with demons, but we really haven't done it with zombies, this thing is definitely a beginner's practice for us, and I don't have any experience at all.

"Senior brother, how do you get this thing?" I pointed to the zombie and asked the fat man.

"Fuck, zombie multiple jbm, if he's really awesome, he won't be killed. If someone else can kill him the first time, we can kill him a second time. The fat man looked at me coaxingly, "Afraid of it, Kaizi?" ”

I pouted at the fat man: "Damn, I will do it if I don't accept life and death, I'm afraid that he will be an old zongzi?" ”

"Okay, you're awesome!" The fat man looked at me, I looked at the fat man, and the two of us walked towards the zombie that was hanging in the air and playing cool.

Walking to a place about 10 meters away from the zombie, I raised my head and raised my right middle finger at the zombie: "You are not social, you are open, you are not a hooligan, you are steady, pretending to be a flying dragon in the sky, come down and come down, what is the matter, ah, you are fucking like this, I am so upright that my neck hurts." ”

"I say, can you understand people?" The fat man stretched out his hand and pointed at the zombie and asked loudly.

Hey, the zombie nodded.

"Oh, okay, then let me ask you, which dynasty are you from?" The fat man continues to cross-pathize with the zombies.

", you're stupid, if he can talk, he's not a zombie, he's a zombie." I'm amused by the fat man who is naturally stupid, and you talk so much nonsense about him with a zombie.

I said...... Eh, the grass and mud horse, if you don't bring this, why are you still stealing a dead hand. "Just in the fat man?? When he was swishing and coughing with the zombie, the zombie suddenly became difficult, and he slashed straight over the fat man with a Li knife in his hand. The fat man was caught off guard, and he hit four or five rolls in a row before he would avoid the blade, and suddenly became nameless and scolded.

Although the zombie's blow missed, the fat man and I no longer dared to hold it up and underestimate its combat effectiveness.

To be honest, if the fat man and I had a few handy magic weapons in our hands now, with the current cultivation of the two of us, we wouldn't have taken this zombie in our eyes at all.

But the tragic thing is that now the fat man and I are defenseless, and the cinnabar and yellow paper in the backpack are also soaked in pimple soup. Wait, your sister, isn't there a wicker whip and cypress nails in my brother's backpack?

I took off my backpack and took out a wicker whip from it and shook it: "Senior brother, let's tie this guy with a wicker whip first, and then hit a cypress nail straight through the top door, what do you think?" ”

"I'm optimistic about you." The fat man caught the end of the wicker whip I threw and grinned.

"If you want to tie him up, you have to get him down." The fat man looked at the zombie still hanging in mid-air, and began to ponder.

"Well, have you ever practiced the dwarf skill, just the actor who plays Wu Dalang in Peking Opera squatting and walking, what do you say, have you practiced?" The fat man asked me suddenly.

"Do you think Xu Yujing is also on me, and she is still short, let me tell you, I can't even step on stilts." I looked at the fat man and said, "I'm not going to look at you proudly."

"You won't fucking not, you're still a thief, you're born with a first-class appearance." The fat man has no problem with me, "Then you should be able to climb, right?" ”

The fat man looked at me nervously, and it seemed that he was really afraid that I would say something thunderous that I would not be able to climb.

"Okay, just crawl, but in this case, I'll open the door, will the zombies bite my ass." I'm still a little worried.

"If you grind again, I'll make your eggs hurt first." The fat man shoved me and dodged another blow from the zombies.

"Malabar, you're not done yet, are you?" I was also caught up in the fire by the zombie sneak attack and decided to teach him a lesson.

Immediately, the fat man used the dwarf gong to slip back and forth on the ground like a mole (Northeast dialect: running back and forth), while I pouted and crawled around on the ground.

Not to mention, this trick really worked, because we pressed our center of gravity very low, which made the zombies flying around all the time quite uncomfortable, and we couldn't even touch our hair.

After coming and going, the zombies were also a little impatient and began to venture into ultra-low-altitude flights, and this is exactly what we wanted.

Because my crawling posture is relatively novel, pouting my ass, it is also a sudden force in the eyes of zombies, so I came with my own ass with a knife. But in this way, the zombie's body is also very low, and it completely enters our attack sight.

It's too late, it's fast, just when the knife in the zombie's hand is about to cut into my ass, at this critical moment, the fat man who has already locked the target has already locked on the right foot of a rabbit kicking eagle, and kicked firmly on the zombie's neck, the zombie lost its balance, and suddenly came to a fake face to land first.

After the zombie was "shot down" by the fat man, the fat man and I immediately tightened the wicker whip, wrapped it around the zombie's neck and upper body a few times, and then pulled it tight.

I forgot to mention that the wicker whip used by the Onmyoji to fight ghosts is not just woven from wicker, in fact, it is also mixed with cow tendons, hair and other substances, so its toughness is excellent, and the degree of resistance to pulling is not inferior to that of a mountaineering rope.