readx; Chapter 665: The Corpse King and the Monster of the Corpse Collector (Medium)

I had mixed feelings in my heart, silently comforting myself, but my body couldn't stop trembling. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info？

But seeing that the copper coffin was sealed with copper juice, and the monster was just staring straight at the two of us, I don't know what it meant, just as Xuan Qing and I slowly moved back, the scratching sound in the copper coffin became louder and louder. It was like the sound of steel bars scratching iron sheets, and I was numb when I listened to it.

Swell...... The lid of the coffin was mixed with a breaking wind, flying into the air, and a black gas immediately gushed out, I subconsciously hugged my head and shouted. At this time, Xuan Qing was already paralyzed on the ground.

Looking at the humanoid figure looming in the black dust, standing straight in the open space in the distance.

"White Mountain Corpse King!" Xuan Qing said to himself as he looked at the looming figure.

I don't know what the White Mountain Corpse King is, I just know that the two of us are not far from death, the black shadow gradually approached us, and suddenly felt an invisible oppression in his chest, and then looked at Xuan Qing's face was blue, and his nostrils were dripping with blood, I only said that he was frightened.

I finally saw the face of the 'corpse king' that Xuan Qing said, no different from an ordinary walking corpse, but the bruised skin continued to grow white hair. With a roar, he lunged at us

Xuanqing and I didn't move, calmly looking at the inelegant movements of this 'corpse king', quietly waiting for the bite of death.

The monster, who had been standing from a distance and looking at the two of us, also roared, as if extremely angry, and threw himself into the 'corpse king' in mid-air.

The sudden change stunned Xuan Qing and me, and we were in a panic, but we saw the monster and the 'Corpse King' tearing and biting on the ground, and kept rolling.

The two-inch fingernails of the 'Corpse King' had sunk deep into the monster's chest, and the monster did not show weakness, looking at the strength of the hand, it seemed that it was not much smaller than that of the 'Corpse King'. When he looked up, the two sharp fangs had already sunk into the skull of the 'Corpse King'.

Xuanqing and I don't know why, originally we were supposed to be the prey, but why did these two monsters suddenly fight. The two monsters were fighting fiercely, and the roar was deafening.

I hurriedly covered my ears with one hand and pulled Xuan Qing back uncontrollably. Seeing that the monster had pulled out its fangs, it wanted to bite it again, but it was hard and broke the big fangs.

The 'Corpse King' put his hands deep in the chest of the humanoid monster, and pulled it out, blood splattered everywhere, and the humanoid monster wailed and took two steps back, and the 'Corpse King' didn't understand him, and rushed straight towards us.

But the humanoid monster seemed to be in a hurry, and pounced on it, throwing the 'Corpse King' to the ground, grabbing the Corpse King's head with both hands and 'snapping', and with a crisp sound, the surroundings returned to their usual calm.

Xuan Qing's hand trembled, and he dropped Neidan to the ground, although it was not as shocking as when 'Vermilion Bird' fought 'Qinglong'. But after watching this dragon fight, I also felt a chill in my heart.

The monster staggered to his feet, holding his chest with one hand, whimpering and rubbing towards the two of us, but at this time Xuanqing was not so afraid, I looked at his appearance, there must be some way to get out, and said to Xuanqing: "Hey, this monster is injured, let's each have a bone and a stick, and scrap it." ”

Xuan Qing looked at me calmly and said, "This is not a monster, this is a living person, he was saving us just now." ”

I can't believe my ears, how could this be human!

I stared at this 'monster' and saw a hint of desolation in his bulging eyes, like a helpless child, looking for someone to cry to. This is not the look that a 'monster' should have. What is carried is not the body of a living person.

Xuan Qing slowly approached him, and the 'monster' popped, half-knelt on the ground, picked up a piece of wood, and scratched it on the ground. From time to time, he looked at Xuanqing who was approaching.

I'm a little numb, I don't know what he's going to do, I want to pull Xuanqing back, but I don't dare to move forward. At this time, Xuan Qing, who had already walked to the 'monster', suddenly said: "Write whatever you want!"

The monster glanced at Xuan Qing and continued to scratch on the ground. His chest was still bleeding, and he finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground, trying to get up hard, but he couldn't. With a 'whimper', his half-raised head fell heavily to the ground. The big hand with five fingers still holding the wooden square, dead and blind.

"You, how do you know he's human?" I asked Xuan Qing timidly.

"Looks!" Xuan Qing squatted down with a solemn expression, wanting to help him close his eyes, but found that his eyelids were already rotten.

I swallowed, I don't know what this man has experienced, maybe death is the greatest gift from God to him.

Xuan Qing breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at the messy handwriting on the ground: "The cold window has been cold for several years, and the sun and moon are not shining." I don't know how many times out of the world, and my wife hates the hanging beam. Evil is born in the guts, and there is no power to return to heaven. There is no skill to ascend to immortals, and the nine secluds are not crossed. If thou goest, do not believe ......"

After Xuan Qing finished reading, I couldn't stop trembling, I didn't fully understand the meaning of those words, and I didn't know why Xuan Qing was so excited: "What do these words mean? It feels like I want to tell us something!"

Xuan Qingyou sighed and said to me: "This man's wife was humiliated and hanged himself, he wanted to take revenge, but he was persecuted, and he was used by evil magic, and he ended up in today's picture, he can't survive, he can't die, as for what he wants to tell us, I don't know, I only write this." ”

After listening to the 'buzz' in my head, I was furious: "His grandmother's, robbing other people's daughters-in-law, and turning people into this appearance, let me know who has to kill him!"

Although I didn't know what the man's name was, looking at his miserable appearance, I don't know when the tears had slipped down my cheeks. I couldn't bear to look at it anymore, only the messy and complicated handwriting on the ground confirmed his endless pain.

"Burn it, don't let him die and suffer, don't remember that he saved our lives......" Before I could finish speaking, Xuan Qing had already begun to collect wood squares.

A simple memorial service, opened by Xuanqing Xuanqing's "Nine Xuan Returns", the flame was extinguished, the smoke and dust did not know where to fall, maybe he was holding his wife's pair of shoes, skillful hands that could sew clothes, looking at each other, the years passed, and he did not regret it.

"Is there a place in the world, like the Wuli River when I was a child, where every household has smoke in its chimney, and every household is full of red light as long as they can eat coarse grains?"

"The human heart is a thick soil where evil thoughts are rampant, there are people everywhere, how can there be a pure place!" Xuan Qing stared at the ghost fire in the dark and sighed.

I was a little disappointed after listening to it, but my heart was like a knot, what did that person want to tell us, and what should we not believe?

Xuan Qing picked up the Neidan on the ground and continued to move forward, beating a hungry drum with his belly. When he couldn't hold on anymore, he had already reached the end of the crypt, Xuan Qing covered his thighs, and shook out some residues of a big smoke gourd from his trouser pocket, carefully caught it, and wiped it in his mouth.

Looking at the stone wall in front of you, layers of stone steps spiraled upward, and the slightest cold wind filtered through, making people shiver coldly. Xuan Qing told me to avoid this evil wind, which is a bit abnormal.

I laughed at him for being a little grassy, but I didn't dare to be careless. I remember forgetting to close the window when I was a child, and I ended up with a small red bump, and later the fourth uncle went to the mountain to pick some artemisia annua for me, mashed it and put it on my body to heal.

The fourth uncle said that it was a ghost wind pimple, and he didn't close the window when he slept at night, and the wandering ghost took advantage of your sleep to climb the window sill and blow air on the person. The ghost wind pimple is good, but it has goosebumps again. It sounds ridiculous, but if you think about it, it's really different from the pimple that arises from the wind and dampness.

Who knows what kind of demonic wind this is, I don't know how many times I should die this night, maybe I really shouldn't die. I helped Xuanqing climb up layer by layer, and when I was tired, I sat on the steps to rest for a while.

Xuan Qing frowned tightly and said to me, "Yiming, if your fourth uncle sees you so sensible, he will definitely be happy." ”

I held back the tears that were about to burst the embankment, and said to Xuan Qing: "If the fourth uncle is still here, we don't have to work so hard!"

I picked up Xuanqing on the ground, climbed all the way, I don't know how long I climbed, Rao is the crypt is dark, looking down is also bone crisp tendons, occasionally falling down the stones, bursts of echoes are endless, it is hard to imagine, if there will be a whole corpse if you fall down. >