(Cat flutter Chinese)

"Squeak!" Waiting was the most tormenting, except for Zhou Xianming who also focused on the wall, and several of us stared at the end of the corridor until a terrible cry came.

The village chief immediately shone his flashlight, and a rat that was wet and seemed to have come out of the water appeared in our sight, and it was rushing towards us at a very fast speed.

"Squeak!" The short journey seemed to have exhausted the last of the mouse's strength, and when it rushed to us, it barked twice, and its eyes the size of soybeans lost their sparkle.

"Don't move!" The village chief was just about to reach out to pick up the mouse, Zhou Xianming suddenly screamed, took out a thumb-length wooden needle from his arms, squatted down and pulled the mouse.

The mouse's fur was wet, half mucus and half blood, with a visible bite mark on the lower jaw and a broken neck.

Zhou Xianming picked up a trace of mucus, leaned on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and said with joy on his face

"Don't turn bones!"

"What did you say?" The village chief was anxious, grabbed Zhou Xianming's arm, and asked

"Didn't that thing get hit by a sword, how is it still alive?"

"What are you anxious about?" Zhou Xianming glanced at the village chief with disgust, poked the wooden needle stained with mucus to the village chief's mouth, and said

"You can taste it, he is not in good condition, otherwise, it will be up to a few of us to explain it earlier!" The village chief let go of his hand and dodged back, with a fire in his eyes, but he didn't know what he remembered, so he held it back again.

To tell the truth, if this matter was for me, I smothered it with a fist, and I looked at the mucus disgustingly, Zhou Xianming actually stuffed it into the village chief's mouth!

He wasn't joking, but he really wanted the village chief to taste it, and depending on his personality, if he hadn't been surnamed Zhou, he would have died a long time ago I don't know how many times.

"That's good stuff!" Zhou Xianming pursed his lips, squatted down to scrape the mucus off the mouse, and collected it in a palm-sized porcelain bottle.

"What is the Immortal?" I asked in a deep voice. From their previous conversations, I knew that they knew much more about the tomb than we did.

"Zombies!" Zhou Xianming replied casually, looked up at me and explained

"I divide the zombies into thirteen levels, from low to high, in order of non-bone, ambush corpse, wandering corpse, flying zombie, hair zombie, green zombie, white zombie, purple zombie, silver corpse, golden corpse, spirit corpse, drought fish, zombie god!" I was a little dizzy when I heard it, the immortal bones in his mouth turned out to be the lowest, according to him, a lowliest zombie can kill us all, are zombies so powerful?

Because of Xiaowei, I once discussed the problem of zombies with Zhao Liang, Xiaowei can't be counted as a zombie, she is the soul of a zombie's physique, I call her a zombie.

Strictly speaking, zombies do not belong to the category of people, zombies are born from corpses adhering to the resentment of heaven and earth, and belong to another species.

After the zombie awakens, it will not remember the events of his life, and a new soul will be born in his body.

What Zhou Xianming said earlier is more reliable, but what the hell are the golden corpses, silver corpses, drought fish, and zombie gods in the back, can they really fly to the sky and live forever?

"One unbroken skeleton can kill us all?" Zhang Bald muttered, obviously not believing it.

"It's definitely not possible outside, but this is his territory, and with the help of the resentment in the tomb, he can definitely do it!" Zhou Xianming replied in the affirmative.

With that, he picked up the candle that had been placed on the ground and said as he walked inside

"Don't worry, this immortal bone is injured, as long as we don't take the initiative to provoke him, he won't deal with us!" He didn't explain why it was divided into thirteen grades, but only said something vaguely and said no more.

"Let's go!" The village chief didn't ask, just spit out two words with a black face. With Zhou Xianming and the village chief in front, we could only walk in.

The corridor is nearly thirty meters, and the further inward it is, the darker the environment becomes, the stronger the musty smell, and a touch of yin qi is also scattered around.

At the end of the hallway is a downward staircase, thirteen steps in total, which are twice as tall as the steps outside.

After walking less than two steps, I felt a chill on my back and a feeling of being stared at, and a chuckle sounded in my ears.

"Who?" I turned my head suddenly, and Bai Jingjing's flashlight flashed away.

"What's that?" Bai Jingjing asked in a low voice.

"It's like a grimace!" I said with a frown. Since entering the tomb, the Eye of Heaven seems to have failed, and in my eyes it is gray everywhere, and the wisps of silk threads representing Yin Qi cover everything, and it is better to seal the Eye of Heaven to see the truth.

"Don't move, don't move!" I was nervous, Zhou Xianming seemed to have discovered a new continent, one step at a time, and soon came to me from below.

"What's wrong?" I asked, a little impatiently.

"Shh Zhou Xianming stretched out a finger, as if he was nervous, and the candle in his hand slowly moved upward, shining on the side where the grimace appeared.

The orange candle flame moved upward, and there was nothing on the walls except oozing droplets of water and the occasional moss.

"Go!" The next moment, Zhou Xianming suddenly screamed, and threw a silver needle in the opposite direction with his left hand.

The silver needle was thrown, but instead of making a clanging sound from colliding with the stone wall, it made a muffled sound, followed by a shrill cry.

"Got it!" Zhou Xianming was even more excited, holding a candle to shine it, and a green face appeared in front of us.

He took out another silver needle and nailed it to the center of the brow of the face, and the screams of the face gradually faded until it was silent.

"What is this?" I asked softly.

"It's called Ghost Face!" Zhou Xianming took out the scalpel and replied while carefully cutting it on the wall.

After successfully peeling off the ghost face moss, Zhou Xianming lifted his clothes, took out a small porcelain bottle from it, and packed the ghost face moss.

I glanced at the side of his clothes, and there were no less than thirty palm-sized porcelain vases, and a glimmer of realization rose in my heart, he entered the tomb not for any exercise treasures, but for these medicinal herbs that I had never heard of.

"Brother, let me tell you, we're here for the right time!" Maybe it's because I'm excited to find the ghost face moss, Zhou Xianming didn't start in front of me, but took my hand and nagged,

"Ghost face moss is rare, and the conditions for its formation are also very harsh, I have drilled so many tombs, and I have encountered it three times in total!"

"Ahem!" The village chief in front of him coughed deliberately, and Zhou Xianming frowned when he heard it, and said angrily

"It's annoying you like this, if you have something to say, you just say it, don't you just want me to take the lead?" After that, he pulled my arm and said

"Let's go ahead with the two brothers, let them follow behind and eat fart!" I will already understand what kind of character this Zhou Xianming is, he is a drug idiot, or a very smart drug idiot.

It's not that he doesn't understand the world, but he's too lazy to waste effort on it, the village chief's every move, he knows it very well, and he's afraid he can guess what we think.

It wasn't a good idea for me to passively follow him forward and take the lead in a strange tomb.

"Brother, don't think about it, I'm more afraid of death than you, if you really encounter something, I'll make a guarantee, they will definitely give our brothers a back!" Sure enough, Zhou Xianming guessed my thoughts, patted his chest seriously, and assured me.

The point is that his voice was a little louder, and the people behind him heard it, and the village chief's face was as black as the lid of the pot, but he still didn't say anything.

The village chief's attitude can only show one situation, and there are many places where he needs to rely on Zhou Xianming.

"Huh!" I barely managed to squeeze out a smile and followed Zhou Xianming to continue walking. When he walked down the thirteenth step, Zhou Xianming held a candle and shone it, and what appeared in front of him was a slightly empty hall.

I estimated that there were nearly seventy bungalows in the hall, and there were white bones densely covered on the ground, and at a glance, there must be at least hundreds.

Behind the hall, it seems to be a burial chamber, the range of candlelight is limited, it can't shine through, not only candlelight, but the flashlight is very limited below, and it can be illuminated in a range of about ten meters.

"It's okay, the soul is gone, let you arrest it!" For the white bones, Zhou Xianming was not worried at all, and stepped forward, not even meaning to take a second look.

"Human animals!" But these two words popped up in my heart, I am afraid that these people in the hall were all martyred.

"Huh?" After taking two steps, the corners of Zhou Xianming's mouth rose upward, and there was a touch of joy in his eyes. Cat flutter Chinese