In the dead silence of the tomb, only the heavy wheezing of the young man was at this time.

Zhang stayed up motionless, his left hand firmly gripping the pickaxe, he stared at the bronze coffin with a crack, trying to adjust his breathing and withdraw himself from that fear.

It's really evil, did you hit a ghost?

Then the boy was silent for a moment, and suddenly he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He has seen too many dead people in the past few years. There were even more living people than he had ever seen. Damn, I've already eaten it myself, I don't know how much. Even if there are ghosts, what can be terrible? Except for this cheap life, he really has nothing to lose, thinking of the terrible old beggar taking medicine, Zhang stayed up late and felt that even death was nothing.

Thinking of this, Zhang stayed up all night and completely relaxed, swapping the pickaxe to his right hand, but still cautiously pacing to the other wall. Zhang stayed up all night holding the pickaxe, stared at the bronze coffin for a while, and said, "Ignore you." ”

The copper coffin is a dead thing, so naturally there is no reaction.

The teenager was very happy with this.

He turned his head to look at the wall, and his pupils shrank.

On the wall is a man with eyes and a strange bronze mask on his face, who is the man in the first picture. The man in the painting opens his hands to Zhang Staying up all night, waiting for him countless years in this strange and dark tomb, on this peeling and broken wall. Before he could recover from this strange and grotesque picture, he suddenly heard a warm voice behind him.

"You're more like a dead man than I am. I'm already dead, the question is are you still alive? ”

Zhang Jiu Ye turned around suddenly, instantly changed the pickaxe to his left hand, and his right leg bowed slightly forward, and he saw a young man wearing a simple robe sitting on a copper coffin looking at him with a curious expression.

The fine beads of sweat on the young man's head who had put on a defensive posture oozed out, even though he had experienced countless cruelty and horrors that ordinary people could not imagine, the strange scene in front of him still made him tense all over. As long as the man in front of him makes any movement, he will not hesitate to attack him, regardless of whether the person in front of him is a human or a ghost.

As if seeing the young man's thoughts, the young man sitting on the bronze coffin smiled slightly and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm already dead, don't believe me." ”

With the man's words, his figure sank half into the bronze coffin, and then his hands fluttered, and his two wide sleeves swayed like a bird, and as his hands fell, they were also hidden in the coffin like half of his body, and when he was thrown up, he emerged from the bronze coffin.

Zhang stayed up all night and moved slightly, opened his mouth to say something, but was silent for a while.

Because the scene in front of him has exceeded his cognition and imagination.

The man sat lightly on the bronze coffin again, watching Zhang stay up all night slowly looking up, staring at the painting on the wall that he didn't know from anyone's hand, slightly distracted, and then he looked around at the murals on the wall and fell into deep thought.

"So this time you died, or did you fail?" He folded his hands on his sleeves and changed to a more comfortable posture to sit cross-legged on the bronze coffin, "Why don't you speak, are you a mute?" ”

Zhang stayed up late and was silent for a moment, and said, "Are you ...... What is it? ”

The young man smiled, "Obviously, I am a dead man and the owner of this tomb. But I'm neither a ghost nor a living corpse, and as for my name...... It's a pity I can't tell you the name, it's for your own good, there are things that can be met but can't be known. For example, you appear in my grave, and I am sitting in my coffin talking to you. What makes me curious is that you, a young man, are obviously a living person, but the death in your body is heavier than anger, and how did you get here? ”

Zhang stayed up all night swallowing his saliva, hesitated for a while, and then briefly told the tomb owner about his experience.

The owner of the tomb listened with relish, and waited until Zhang stayed up late to finish speaking, and sighed: "Tut, I see, Zhang stayed up late, your experience is a little interesting." But it's really hard for you, I think it's better to die? I think that it is better for you to live than to die, it is better to kill yourself here, it is far better than being a good meal in the mouth of the evil cultivator, and being a dead man in this tomb with my master, from now on it is also a pleasure for you and me to talk about the past and the present. ”

Looking at the expressionless and silent young man, the tomb owner sighed and said, "You young man is so boring, I'll laugh with you." But you say this is in the North Sea? Then it can only be said that it is fate, you and I must really be fateful, because my tomb is buried in the South Seaside Void Country. ”

Zhang stayed up all night and was slightly confused, he knew that the North Sea, the West Sea and the Eastern Zhou were the four regions of this world, but he didn't know how far the South China Sea was from the North Sea, so it should be ...... Probably, maybe tens of thousands of miles?

The well-mannered owner of the tomb seemed to be interested in the guest who had disturbed his sleep, and kept looking at the silent boy in front of him.

He said: "Little Brother Zhang, I see that your dead qi has entered the Danchi and Shentai, and there is no cure, even if your bones are not bad, your life will probably be a few years old." Don't you really think about dying? In my experience, it's much easier to die than to live. ”

Zhang stayed up all night and couldn't understand what the tomb owner meant by Danchi and Shentai, but his intuition told him that it was probably true. He looked at the tomb owner and asked, "How many times have you died?" ”

The tomb owner laughed when he heard this, "That's too many deaths!" There are my graves hidden everywhere in this world! But ah, there are really not many people who can be seen, or how can you and I be destined? ”

The boy was silent for a while, and then said softly, "I want to get out of here, I ...... I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat what people eat, and I've forgotten what it tastes like. ”

"Don't you know how to make holes? Why didn't you think about making a hole to the ground with those other ingots to escape? I heard that the old beggar who caught you here to eat as a snack will probably only come to chew some heart and liver nourishment if he loses his blood or wants to rely on this stupid method to drain some of the evil qi of the soldiers. Most of the time, it's probably just you hard-working children who are here to die, why don't you try to escape? ”

Zhang stayed up all night staring at him like a fool, "You think we haven't thought about it?" I've tried it a long time ago, I've tried all kinds of methods, the old monster doesn't know what magic power has been laid, and when it hits a certain height, the mud becomes harder than a stone, and there are also ingots who have tried to climb out, and when they get to the ground, they are shattered into a puddle of meat foam by countless knife lights, and they can't even pick out how much bone slag. ”

"There's actually the easiest way to do it." The tomb owner touched his chin, "It's just that after you wait for the old beggar to come, and then, well, you will slaughter him, and all those prohibitions will be broken." ”

The owner of the tomb seemed to be inspired by his own idea, opened his arms like on the mural, and said happily to Zhang all night: "Then you can all escape!" ”

Zhang stayed up all night and laughed directly, he hit the stone wall with a pickaxe hard, making a crisp vibration, "How to kill?" He's a supernatural cultivator, how can I kill him? Will you help me kill? ”

The tomb owner nodded, "Yes, yes." ”

The hand that was smashing the wall with a pickaxe stopped for a moment.

"You say it again?"

The young man looked at the boy calmly and said softly, "I'll help you kill him." ”

Zhang stayed up all night and said: "I think you are a lonely ghost in this wild tomb, you are obviously ...... You don't even have a figure, how can you help me kill him? ”

"You really don't know anything about the world." The tomb owner looked at the young man in front of him with a little pity, "Have you ever thought about why the corpses of the soldiers buried under this battlefield are not corrupted?" Have you ever thought about why you children are all mortal fetuses, and you can survive by eating these corpses? Do you really think that you are some gifted ingots, or a jackal and a wild dog? ”

"If there are really countless corpses of the dead in this battlefield that are not rotten, presumably the vulgar wild cultivator who was discovered by chance should be doing something wonderful, and he will never understand the cause and effect......" Then the tomb owner stretched out his finger and pointed at himself, "It's all because of me." ”

The man's spacious sleeves flicked, and he fell into a sense of chagrin, and whispered to himself: "It's a pity that I'm still dead!" So many times, how can it not work? Why doesn't it work? ”

Between the lightning and flint, the boy in the corner suddenly burst out, rushed at the man who was frustrated like a cheetah, and chiseled the pickaxe at the young man's head from the air.

In the dark burial chamber, with the air flow brought by the boy's upsurge, the faint fire of the ever-bright lamp was instantly extinguished.

Then the boy watched as the pickaxe in his hand passed through the man's figure, and with a piercing and sharp sound of metal clashing, it hit the bronze coffin beneath him.

Zhang stayed up all night looking at the broken pickaxe in his hand, slightly sluggish, but soon the sluggishness disappeared and turned into a calm numbness.

The tomb owner couldn't help but applaud, "How is it?" Do you believe it now? Do you want to try again? ”

The young man sat on the ground, ignoring the man's words, was silent for a moment, raised his head and looked at the clear and handsome face of the tomb owner, "How can you help me?" ”

The tomb owner said: "I am a dead man, but I am also a wisp of sword energy, I give myself to you, and you can use me to kill him." ”

"Sword Qi?"

"That's right, this tomb is just to bury this wisp of sword qi of mine. The flesh is bitter and weak, and it will be shaken and decayed after a hundred years, and in another thousand years, look at this coffin, there is not even any dregs left. But my wisp of sword qi will last forever, and the reason for this is still unknown to you...... It's a pity that you are an ordinary man who is not enlightened, I don't know what kind of blessing I have encountered, and you can really be regarded as a smoke from the ancestral grave. At this time, if it were those people from the three sects and nine streams, I am afraid that they would have already knelt on the ground and kowtowed to me. ”

The boy calmly asked, "What price do I have to pay?" ”

For the first time, the young man who was talking about it fell silent for the first time, and looked at the thin and pale young man with interest, "Whatever you gain, you will lose, the greatest truth in the world may not be counted, but at least it is the biggest truth for me." Your family was ruined and forcibly taken captive to this point, and you were raised as a live animal, living corpses, and the evil obstacles and filth and the evil spirit of the soldiers entered the body, and you almost lost the anger of the living people. Can this be used as a price? I think it can be calculated, after all, some of the little thieves rely on this immoral method to steal a little bit of military evil spirit, or they have to rely on my influence on this corner of the world, and you will blame me for some of your suffering. It's a pity, this price is too heavy for you, although my residual sword qi is somewhat rare in the world. But it can only help you kill people, and it will never save your life. But then again, it's interesting that a mere mortal who hasn't lived for a few years can ask such a question......"

The tomb owner stopped abruptly, and stared at Zhang all night to look carefully, "No, no, maybe?" What if you really survive? Become a walking living dead? How interesting is that...... It's a pity that I'm already dead, and I don't have much time for this, and I haven't woken up yet, so I really want to see how you live and die next. ”

Zhang stayed up all night and carefully digested these words, he didn't know what this person was, but at least these words shocked him too much. And the temptation to kill the old beggar was far more important than his life.

As long as he can kill the old beggar, he is willing to pay any price, even if it is his own life with little time left.

"Have you thought about it?"

Zhang stayed up all night and nodded at the tomb owner, and then saw him gently stretch out his finger towards him.

Then, he seemed to see a stream of chaos flying towards him, and came back to his senses, as if nothing had happened.

"This is sword qi?" Zhang stayed up all night frowning, feeling his body carefully, and then he looked at the tomb owner with a little disappointment and confusion.

The tomb master nodded, "That's right, it's a wisp of innate sword qi that can make the three sects all grab their heads and break the blood flow." The most precious good things in heaven and earth, even some of the most powerful characters in the world, are difficult to find, but if you can detect this wisp of sword qi on your body at a glance, I suggest that you listen to him obediently, no matter who it is. ”

The boy was silent for a moment and asked, "...... So how do I use it? I don't know how to practice. ”

The young man seemed to hear the punch line and laughed, and it took a long time for him to stop laughing and say, "Don't worry, you'll know." ”

"Okay, this wisp of sword qi is gone, and the trace of soul that I have survived by relying on this wisp of sword qi is really going to die. Little Brother Zhang, is there a bunch of thoughts in your head now? There's not much I can tell you, there are many things that don't do you any good if you know about it, as for me, I still can't tell you my name and identity, but I can tell you that this tomb is used to bury me, bury this me, and this wisp of sword qi...... As for why this tomb appears under this ancient battlefield in the North Sea, it is a supernatural power that you don't understand, so when you fall into this tomb, I will wake up, but the good thing is that I am going to die, and the alienation caused by my influence will also disappear, I suggest that you stop eating for the rest of the time. ”

The young man stood up, stretched, looked at the young man who was stunned there, and couldn't help laughing: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, hurry up and wait for the old beggar, it's a pity, I can't see a good show with my own eyes, the pig slaughtered the butcher, this scene is interesting." Okay, it's almost time...... That's right. ”

He asked, "Have you ever heard of the High Heavenly Throne?" ”

Zhang stayed up all night and looked dazed.

However, the tomb owner seemed to be extremely satisfied, "Zhang stayed up late, you are really a very bitter life, you go, I'm leaving, goodbye." ”

"Wait......" Zhang stayed up late, but he didn't know what to say.

The young man didn't speak, just waved casually at the boy with a playful smile.

Then Zhang stayed up all night watching the figure gradually dissipate in front of his eyes.

And in a rainy town in the territory of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, thousands of miles away from this desolate ancient battlefield, a beautiful woman suddenly woke up in a dreamless sleep in the painting boat.

"One petal missing? It's funny. ”