Destroying the reputation of other countries, Qin Wude has always been happy to do it.

With his eyes rolling around, he chose the direction directly opposite the sarcophagus of the tomb, the most eye-catching place in the entire tomb, and prepared to engrave the Japanese version of this visit here!

He had planned to find a piece of gravel to use as a paintbrush.

However, the tomb was unusually clean. looked around, but didn't even find a piece of gravel the size of a melon seed.

Even the graves of the dead were so clean!Well, Qin Wood was truly impressed by the rigorous work attitude of the gravekeepers in the Dust Realm!

"It seems that I can only use my fingers. Qin Wude stretched out his finger and made a false stroke.

Subsequently...... Without hesitation, he broke one of the skeleton's phalanges.

Just kidding, it's all obsidian, with your own fingers, that's crazy.

The skeleton's phalanges were smooth, slicing across the obsidian wall, and a few sparks erupted from the wall with a piercing grinding sound.

The spark dimmed and was extinguished in an instant.

However, Qin Wude seemed to be enchanted, and suddenly froze still, and then laughed again.

"Hahaha! My fifth brother is finally saved!"

He laughed maniacally, rolled over, and crawled into the sarcophagus.

"In ancient times, there was a Suiren clan who drilled wood to make fire, and now there are my five German brothers who drill bones to make fire. Qin Wude stepped on the skeleton's head with an apologetic expression: "Dude, I'm sorry." Let's sublimate in the flames!"

The gods were chattering with words, Qin Wude was no longer polite, raised his big feet, and kicked at the white bone skeleton.

There was a crisp "click", and the skeleton's ribs were suddenly kicked and broken several times.

Qin Wude refused to give up, raised his big foot, and kicked again.

The crisp sound of bones breaking kept coming, and in a few moments, the skeleton completely turned into a pile of broken bones.

However, this exertion also made Qin Wude tired enough. The injuries in his body were triggered, and he couldn't help but spurt out another mouthful of blood.

Attracted by the fresh blood, the dark green balls of light in the tomb 'buzzed' at once.

For these things, Qin Wude was disgusted and afraid from the bottom of his heart. He didn't have the energy to drive away these annoying things again and again, so in desperation, he had to tear off a prison uniform, wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then leave the bloody cloth far away.

This trick really worked, attracted by the bloody aura, and those green balls of light immediately changed direction and gathered towards the cloth.

Qin Wude finally had a purity. He did not dare to slack off, and immediately bent down and plucked a long rib from the broken bones.

The ribs are slender and curved, like a curved bow.

After a little closer inspection, Qin Wude showed a satisfied look.

Then, he quickly took off his prison uniform, tore off a sleeve of his shirt with his hands and mouth, and then tore the sleeve into a thin strip of cloth.

Losing a sleeve, Qin Wude felt more and more cold, he struggled to control his trembling arms, twisted the strips of cloth into a rope, tied the ends of his ribs, and made a short bow of white bones.

Then, Qin Wude piled the remaining strips of cloth under the broken bones, and raised his hand to pick up a straight bone more than a foot long and the thickness of a finger from the broken bones.

This strangely grown bone sits beneath the skeleton's pelvis and looks like a drumstick.

Qin Wood studied medicine with his father since he was a child. The bones of the human body are all too clear.

He swore that on a normal human body, there would be absolutely no such bone.

It reminded him of the terrifying fifth limb of the donkey-headed man in the rock carving. I couldn't help but feel inexplicable hatred and jealousy in my heart.

Since you can't take it for your own use, let it be destroyed.

Qin Wude chuckled. Without hesitation, he put it on top of the white bone short bow, dragged the cloth rope around several turns, and then put one end against the broken bone, slid the short bow up and down, and pulled the bone rod to rotate at high speed.

With a piercing grinding sound, the bone rod spun faster and faster, and soon sparks emerged, landing on the skeleton's already dry hair and the rags of the prison uniform.

In the scorched breath, a cluster of flames rose, and the cold coffin wall reflected the ecstasy of Qin Wude's desperate life.

Fire, which brings light and heat.

Qin Wude gradually had warmth on his body, and he no longer needed the light of the green ball of light. So he picked up a broken bone, picked up the bloody piece of cloth, and threw it into the flames.

The green ball of light was like a tarsal bone, stuck to the cloth and thrown into the fire by Qin Wude.

The flames churned, and the bones beeped. After a while, wisps of dark green silk floated out of the bone cavity.

These green filaments floated towards the balls of light, generating a sucking force, dragging the balls of light back into the bone cavity. Soon, the bone sticks, which had been burned red, slowly changed color.

"I've slaughtered fourteen people, why haven't you felt the demon soul infusion yet!" There were two painful coughs from behind a huge stone tablet, and a tired figure walked out of the heavy footsteps.

This is a bald man in his thirties, typical of oriental rén miàn holes, with thick joints, fierce eyes like eagles, and a striking scar on his face. He walked with a limp, and there was a striking blood stain on the outside of his right leg, and bright red blood oozing out from time to time.

"Damn, Chawan and Fleck only killed ten people before they attracted the Demon Soul Infusion. Why I still don't feel anything. The wound is already inflamed, alas......"

The bald man muttered to himself with a depressed face, his ears suddenly moved, his eyes were cold, and he instantly put on a defensive posture, and shouted coldly at the tall stone monument not far from the right: "Who is behind the stone monument, get out of here!"

"Don't get excited!" Authentic Chinese came from behind the tall stone monument: "I am also Chinese!"

As he spoke, an old man covered in blood walked out from behind the stele, with a sharp beak and monkey gills, and his body was very thin, and he looked like a monkey.

The old man arched his hand at the bald man: "I, Wu Qin, my brother's surname, why do you look so familiar?"

"My name is Lei Hu!" replied the bald man in a sullen voice.

The old man was taken aback, "It turned out to be the famous Killing Monk Lei Hu! It's really an honor to meet us today." Dare to do and dare to kill!

Lei Hu hummed disappreliantly: "If I don't shā rén, people will kill me." For the sake of self-preservation, he can't talk about a good man. Why did you come here at your age?"

"Well...... old man showed a hesitant look, and saw that Lei Hu's eyes became fierce, so he had to explain honestly: "I am also a shā rén criminal. ”

"Shā rén!" Lei Hula clearly did not believe that "you are as thin as a monkey, and you can shā rén?".

The old man nodded, and said embarrassedly: "My granddaughter just entered her first year of high school, and she was harmed by a few beasts who had taken drugs. This evidence and that evidence have been delayed for a long time and there is no explanation, the old man is angry, and he has no choice but to take action by himself and kill several bastards. ”

"Kill several!" Lei Hu's eyes widened, and he paused in a heavy tone: "Old man, don't scare me! I said, how many have you killed?"