The musty smell wafted through the air, making it even more like this was a land of the undead, and if there were a few geyers sighing in the darkness, we shouldn't have broken into this place.

Suddenly seeing the ghost fire flickering in front of me, Lao Dao'er was stunned, I didn't know why he was like this, so I asked: "So many dead people didn't scare you, but a little ghost fire scared you like this." ”

Lao Dao'er didn't answer, he looked ahead with a shocked expression, I followed his gaze, and saw a copper coffin with a red line in the place where the ghost fire was floating.

"What's going on?" I looked at the bronze coffin in front of me and asked the old man.

"His grandmother's, he met the Corpse King." Lao Dao'er stared at the bronze coffin in front of him and said to me.

"Corpse King?" My heart beat two beats faster, and so many bronze coffins were toppled to the ground, but this one, not only was it not broken, but it was also attached to the red rope.

"Scared silly?" Lao Dao'er snorted coldly.

"That's not true, I've never seen this kind of scene, it's even more terrifying than this, I'm also like entering a no-man's land, how can I be stupid by this copper coffin."

"You don't understand this, it's rare enough to use a copper coffin, and it's also wrapped with a red rope, maybe there must be some evil play inside, and even the monster that turned over the coffin didn't dare to move!" Lao Daoer analyzed.

However, the strange coffin was just lying quietly, without a trace of anger, but it was impossible to say when it would lose its temper.

We were staring at the coffin with all our attention, as if we were facing a great enemy, when a crisp sound suddenly came from behind us, and it diverted my attention from the bronze coffin.

After hearing this, Lao Dao'er kept waving the torch in his hand, and as soon as he turned around, the voice disappeared again, and there were murderous intentions hidden everywhere in the darkness, but the two of us could only sit and wait for death.

As soon as I thought of the miserable situation of the snow fox being sucked dry, my scalp was numb, I picked up a torch on the ground, and was about to light it, but there was darkness all around, and it was Lao Dao'er who extinguished the torch and made a silent motion on my lips.

"Senior, what are you doing?"

"You still boast that you are experienced, but you don't understand this reason." Then, he lowered his voice and said, "Is that Nedan still there?" ”

The sudden darkness took my breath away, and the sound of cracking bones tensed my nerves.

"The torch is easy to attract disaster, hurry up and find the inner pill, then the play should also be illuminated."

My head is big for a while, although the inner pill can also shine, compared to the ghost fire next to me, it is much brighter, but in this huge crypt is tantamount to the light of the stars, how can there be the benefit of a torch. But since he said so, he must have had his intentions, and hurriedly fumbled in his trouser pocket for a while.

took out the yellow light and handed it to him, but Lao Dao'er pulled my hand directly, put it in his mouth, and took a bite, I trembled in pain, but I didn't dare to shout, and hurriedly lowered my voice and asked him: "You are crazy, what are you biting my hand for?" ”

He didn't answer, and dropped my still bleeding middle finger onto the inner pill, and I was confused, but I saw that the inner pill was shining brighter, brighter than a hundred-watt light bulb.

I looked at him with my mouth wide open and asked, "How do you tick two drops of blood and it will light up?" ”

"This Neidan has just been taken off, the fox spirit has not been dispelled, and your pure blood is dripping on it, dispelling the commotion, although it is useless, but the lighting is enough." Lao Dao'er held up Neidan and explained.

At this time, the sound was getting louder and louder, although the illumination range of this Neidan was large, it could not illuminate the entire crypt, and the legs were numb, but it still did not reach the end, I really don't know how big this crypt is.

Lao Dao'er held Neidan and cautiously bypassed the copper coffin attached to the red line, and suddenly heard a heart-rending roar behind him. When I looked back, it was a humanoid monster covered in sarcoma, with two fangs exposed and saliva hanging from its mouth. There was black-red mucus flowing all over the body, and a foul smell came from it, which made people feel sick.

But the most strange thing is that there is a long knife in its abdomen that is directly inserted into the flesh, probably

The monster that had been inserted in the fight with people looked at us with red eyes, but had no intention of pounce.

Lao Dao'er and I both stared at it intently, but it tilted its bloated head down and stared straight at us. I slowly moved back, seeing that Lao Dao'er still maintained the posture of Dong Cunrui when he blew up the bunker, holding Neidan, not daring to move.

I looked at the monster's strange expression and asked Lao Dao'er: "You know a lot, have you ever seen this kind of monster?"

Lao Dao'er fought with his upper and lower teeth, and said to me, "I still want to ask if you know." Who knows what the fuck this monster is. ”

The monster's facial features were shapeless, all occupied by disgusting sarcoma, and a piece of flesh fell from its mouth, revealing the still beating blood.

"Where did I say that?" I unconsciously took a step back, and the monster also moved forward, and I leaned on the bronze coffin, slowly moving.

The monster whimpered as if it wanted to say something

"This monster is quite easy-going, and I want to study how to eat it with the two of us."

"Hehe, you kid is quite optimistic."

"Well, you can't be scared by this monster."

At this time, the monster suddenly lowered its body, which frightened me, but it overturned the copper coffin behind it with a wooden frame to the ground, and at this time my brain was blank, and I didn't know where to put my hands and feet.

"Bulging" twice, I turned around to see that the red threads on the copper coffin were breaking one by one, and the sound of stabbing in the copper coffin was endless, as if something was scratching the lid of the coffin.

Lao Dao'er bit his lip tightly and slowly moved back. A wave has not settled, and a wave has risen, and the monster still doesn't know what it is, but the zombie in the bronze coffin is coming back to life.

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 I and Lao Dao'er slowly moved back, the scratching sound in the copper coffin became older and louder, like the sound of steel bars scratching iron sheets, and I was numb when I heard it.

With a "bang", the coffin lid was mixed with a breaking wind, and flew into the air, and a black gas gushed out. I dodged to the side, and by this time the old man was already slumped on the ground.

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

"The White Mountain Corpse King." Lao Dao'er looked at the looming figure and said to himself.

I don't know what the White Mountain Corpse King is, I only saw the black shadow gradually approaching us, and suddenly felt an invisible pressure in my chest, and then I saw that Lao Dao'er's face was blue, and his nostrils were dripping with blood.

I finally saw clearly the face of the corpse king that the old Taoist said, no different from an ordinary walking corpse, but the bruised skin continued to grow white hair.

It roared and lunged at us.

Lao Dao'er didn't move, calmly looking at the corpse king's not elegant movements, 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 at the corpse king in mid-air.

The sudden change stunned me, and I was in a panic, but I saw the monster and the corpse king tearing and biting on the ground, and kept rolling.

The corpse king's two-inch fingernails had sunk deep into the monster's chest, and the monster didn't show weakness, looking at the strength of the hand, it didn't seem to be much smaller than the corpse king. When he looked up, the two sharp fangs had already sunk into the corpse king's skull.

Lao Dao'er and I don't know why, we were supposed to be 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 the old Taoist back. 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's hands were deep in the chest of the humanoid monster, and he pulled it out, blood splattered, and the humanoid monster wailed and took two steps back, but the corpse king ignored him and went straight to me

They pounced.

But the humanoid monster seemed to be in a hurry, and pounced over, throwing the corpse king to the ground, grabbing the corpse king's head with both hands, and with a crisp "snap", the surroundings returned to their usual calm.

Lao Dao'er's hands trembled, and he dropped Neidan to the ground, although he was not as shocked as when Suzaku fought the green dragon, but after watching this dragon fight, his heart was also a chill.

The monster staggered to his feet, holding his chest with one hand, and whimpering and rubbing towards the two of us, but at this time Lao Dao'er was not nervous at all, I think he must have some way to get out, and said to Lao Dao'er: "Hey, this monster is injured, let's each cut off the bone and stick and scrap it." ”

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

I couldn't believe my ears, "How could this be human?" ”

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

Lao Dao'er 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 the approaching old way.

I was a little numb, I didn't know what he was going to do, and I wanted to pull back to Lao Dao'er, but Lao Dao'er refused.

At this time, Lao Dao'er, who had already walked to the monster's side, suddenly said: "Write whatever you want." ”

The monster glanced at Lao Dao'er 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? ”

"Looks." Lao Dao'er 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.

Lao Dao'er 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 Lao Dao'er finished reading, I couldn't stop trembling, I didn't fully understand the meaning of those words, and I didn't know why Lao Dao'er was so excited: "What do these words mean?" It felt like I was going to tell us something. ”

Lao Dao'er 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 buzzing of 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 had to kill him." ”

Although I didn't know what this person's name was, looking at his miserable appearance, tears didn't know when they had slipped down to his cheeks, and 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, after all, he saved our lives." Before I could finish speaking, Lao Dao'er had already started to collect wood squares.

A simple memorial service, when the flames are extinguished, the smoke and dust do not know where to fall, maybe he is holding his wife's pair of shoes, skillful hands that can sew clothes, looking at each other, the years have passed, and he has no regrets.

"Is there a place in the world where every cigarette pipe is smoking, 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, and there are people everywhere, and there is no pure place." Lao Dao'er 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. chaptere