The fat man's body slipped and fell to the ground softly, I was miserable, I had already suffered internal injuries, and then I was hit by the fat man, all the internal organs were squeezed into a piece of wonton stew, I rolled my eyes up, and my left and right hands scratched in vain on the walls on both sides, trying not to let myself faint.

As I said before, in order to paint the murals, the painters applied a palm-thick layer of green plaster to the stone walls of the tomb chamber, and then painted and colored them.

This "canvas" made of mud has just been hit by me, and it has begun to crack and fall, where can it withstand the combined impact of me and the fat man, and the wall skin and the exquisite patterns on it began to fall off in large pieces.

And the place where my right hand scratched, originally painted a Mongolian cavalry with a bow bent on a horse, this mural because the knight and the horse are painted relatively large, the coloring is also more vivid, especially the cavalry to draw the bow and wait to send the carved feather arrow, it is even more delicately painted, like a real arrow, so I really paid attention to it just now.

At this time, the position of my left hand is the position of the eagle feather arrow. Moreover, the green plaster mud attached to the stone wall where the feather arrows were carved had also fallen off.

I grabbed my hands full of wall mud and a round stick of cold iron. The strange thing is that when I felt the cold and hard feeling transmitted by the round stick to my hand, the whole person suddenly sobered up, and with murderous intentions, I wanted to kill and bleed to feel comfortable.

Coincidentally, at this time, the white-haired zombie who was missing half of his arm and half of his body was full of purple-black slime dripping out of the wound also jumped? When they came to me, their claws stretched out with their nails glowing with cold light ready to pierce me.

Grandma, it was just in time, I didn't blink my eyes, and just as the white-haired zombie's claws were about to pierce the skin of my chest, I thrust the round stick in my left hand along the top of its head.

It's like cutting tofu with a knife, without any hindrance.

At the same time, I felt that the Five Thunder Oil Pool Fire Charm remaining on my left hand was also directly absorbed into the body of the white-haired zombie by the round stick.

Is this a thing?

I shook my head, and then looked at the white-haired zombie, staggering backwards, and with one claw trying in vain to pull out the thing in my head.

It was then that I realized that what was stuck in the zombie's head was a metal rod the thickness of a yellow pinky finger.

Before I could take a closer look at the yellow metal rod, the white-haired zombie suddenly flew straight into the air, waving a claw as if scratching its belly, and then, like a plane that had lost power, suddenly crashed into the ground, just listening, "?" With a thud, the white-haired zombie fell heavily on the stone-paved ground, and opened its mouth to emit a puff of black smoke.

Holy shit, is this zombie going to release poison gas? I quickly took off my clothes and covered the mouth and nose of the fat man, who was still unconscious, while holding my breath myself.

At this time, the white-haired zombie was still gulping out black smoke, and the black smoke was wispping into my nose, and I was shocked, but I didn't smell the poisonous smell of the imaginary stench, but smelled the smell of barbecue.

What's even more strange is that the white-haired zombie's own breath seems to be getting weaker and weaker, just when I was suffocating my red head and swollen face, and my eyes were full of gold stars, the white-haired zombie trembled and raised the remaining paw, and suddenly opened his stomach, and a stream of blue flames "whirred" out of the stomach, and after a while, the white-haired zombie was burned into a pair of dry bones.

All this happened so suddenly, I saw my mouth wide open, dumbfounded, and said in my heart that this can't be a hallucination, this blink of an eye, the zombie who was like Achilles who couldn't be killed before hung up, this is too suspenseful, right?

However, when I saw the yellow, ice-like metal rod still stuck in the skull that was still emitting black smoke, I reacted: it was this metal rod that drew all the Five Thunder Oil Pool Fire Charms on my left hand into the zombie's stomach, and triggered the charm in its stomach, and then cremated the white-haired zombie.

This style of play is clearly a replica of the domineering tactical action adopted by the volunteers when the North Korean and US forces were stumbling to the death, throwing grenades into the cockpit of the tank and blowing up the tank.

Thinking of this, I immediately decided to go over and see what that yellow metal rod was, it was so strange, could it be the legendary golden hoop rod?

However, before I could walk over, something more suspenseful happened again: I saw a layer of white mist begin to emerge from the pile of smoke-filled dry bones, and the fog became thicker and thicker, and finally formed a human figure that looked like a naked man lying prone on the dry bones.

I knew something was wrong, and I was taking a deep breath to concentrate on my guard, when I felt a large claw on my back, and at the same time a hot breath sprayed my face, and I let out a strange scream, and with a kick back kick, an unidentified creature that was already lying on my back.

"Your uncle, what are you doing kicking me inexplicably, it's unreasonable." Behind him, there was the sound of a dead fat man cursing on the street.

After a long time, it was the dead fat man who woke up, and saw me alone in a daze with a pile of bones, so he leaned on my back and leaned close to my head to ask me what I was looking at, so fascinated, but I was kicked out, and involved the wound on his chest, causing a violent cough.

Seeing that the fat man had been injured by mistake, I hurried over to help him up, and briefly told him what happened after he fell unconscious, in fact, it was just one sentence: the zombie was burned to death.

When he heard that the white-haired zombie had finally died, the fat man was obviously relieved, but after hearing that a ** humanoid appeared on the dry bones I said, he couldn't help but grin again: "Damn, this is not over yet, I'll go and see, what kind of lynx beast it is." ”

After saying that, the fat man stood up and was about to run to the pile of dry bones. However, at the same time as the fat man got up, on the pile of dry bones, there was also a figure, a strong man with a height of nearly one meter nine and his hair tied into a mustache.

After the strong man stood up, the fat man and I were stunned, we didn't know if this guy was a human or a ghost, and besides, in the case that the fat man and I were both injured at the moment, if the other party was hostile, it would really be enough for the two of us to drink a pot.

So, both the fat man and I stared nervously at this uninvited guest.

The strong man has high cheekbones, a big mouth and stubble, and slender eyes, and he is not Han at first glance. Sure enough, I saw the strong man laughing like a night owl at the two of us: "Haha, a certain family has finally waited for the host, it's really heaven to live up to me." ”

It's over, as soon as I heard him say this, the fat man and I were cold, fuck it, this master is going to get on us at first glance, or how can he keep talking about the host host, fools know what this means.

"Hey, friend, there is a debtor who is wronged, what are you doing, why are you entangled with us, talk about it, let our little brothers understand." The fat man looked at the two of us when he saw that guy like he was looking at stewed big bones, a little? panicked, deliberately diverting his attention.

"Okay, little fat man, after a while, someone will suck the soul of that thin man, and then get on you, haha" The guy glanced at me intentionally as he spoke, and his red eyes made me feel excited.

"You're gaha?" The fat man asked the strong man.

The strong man was obviously stunned, and it seemed that he didn't understand the fat man's Northeast dialect.

"Fuck, you're a second bitch, I'm asking you, what are you doing, do you understand this time?" The fat man was a little impatient and translated again in Mandarin.

"Hehe, a certain family is a descendant of the patriarch of Baiyue......" This strong man has this mouth, if it is heard by outsiders, there is a chance that it will be misunderstood as mentally ill, but the fat man and I have received three lonely souls from the Qing Empire before, so we are not much surprised by this strong man who claims to be from the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty.

By listening carefully to this strong man's story, the fat man and I finally figured out his origin, and this strong man is not an outsider, but also a cultivator, but his cultivation is specifically for the purpose of robbing tombs.

This strong man's name is Qin Jinyang, a native of Qiongzhou Mansion (now Hainan Province), and his family has been a witch doctor of the Baiyue tribe for generations. But later, after the Mongol army of the Yuan Dynasty occupied Qiongzhou, Lamaism also followed the occupiers to Qiongzhou, and frantically excluded and killed other sects.

However, in order to resist, his ancestors used the witchcraft they had mastered to make a poisonous vow to break the dragon veins of the Yuan Dynasty, so that these Tartars could also taste the taste of being wiped out and exterminated. So, Qin Jinyang's ancestors left Qiongzhou and went deep into the famous mountains and rivers to find the secret mausoleums of the royal family of the Yuan Dynasty.

This time and again, the tombs of Mongolian nobles have not been found a few, but the ancient tombs of other dynasties have made Qin Jinyang's ancestors steal a lot, and Qin Jinyang's ancestors, who have tasted the sweetness of tomb robbery, have forgotten the hatred of the country and family feuds, and have painstakingly drilled the skills of robbing tombs wholeheartedly.

Because his family not only knows how to touch the gold and fights, but also is good at witchcraft, it has also made a name for itself in the rivers and lakes. When it came to Qin Jinyang's generation, he naturally inherited his father's business and specialized in tomb robbing.

One day, Qin Jinyang accidentally discovered Hama's tomb and decided to steal the treasures in it. Because of his family's ancestral witchcraft, he avoided the traps of the tomb and entered the main tomb. However, just as he was about to carry the gold, silver and jade artifacts in the tomb, he was accidentally hit by the curse laid by Hama before his death, and the skin around his body began to fester, and he could not eat any food, so he could only slowly die of thirst, starvation, and pain in the agony.

On the occasion of his death, Qin Jinyang tried his last bit of strength and used the Taiyin refining method to seal his three souls and seven spirits into the Li knife he carried with him, and hoped that one day a tomb robber with heavy yin qi would enter the tomb, and happened to crack his spell to awaken and release his three souls and seven spirits.

I was also unlucky, I could do things wherever I went, because the fat man wanted to find a sword, so I easily built the Li Dao that sealed Qin Jinyang's three souls and seven spirits, and also cut my hand, as soon as the blood of the Yin was stained on the Li Dao, I responded to the method of breaking the seal, and Qin Jinyang's three souls and seven spirits, who had been imprisoned by himself for more than 500 years, came back to life again.