Chapter 131 [Dedicating the king’s tomb, the living beings are shocked! 】
“Giggle--!”
In the small space, another burst of sinister laughter came.
The laughter was like the sound of teeth clashing up and down, echoing in the hall, making people's hair stand on end.
People’s greatest fear is the fear of facing the unknown.
But no matter what, the nickname of the group of people that this smiling ghost met was - Gui Jian Chou!
Afraid? Doesn't exist.
Not to mention Fatty Wang, who was so bold that he dared to stare at the devil with astonishment, Hu Bayi and Shirley Yang were also brave enough to break through the sky.
The four of them looked at each other.
“Something weird!”
As soon as Hu Bayi heard this ghostly laugh that sounded like crying and laughing, he immediately turned around and shined a flashlight towards the place where the sound came from.
Light illuminates a corner of the palace.
But there is nothing in the dark corner over there, with thick dust accumulated.
Fatty Wang had sharp eyes. He saw a flash of red in mid-air and quickly reminded everyone.
“Be careful, Old Hu, Mr. Yang, there is something fishy!”
"What are you afraid of!"
When Hu Bayi was still an ordinary person, he dared to enter the ancient city of Jingjue, visited many tombs, and even fought a zombie general of the Liao Kingdom.
Now that his physical fitness is extraordinary and he has become a saint, he is even more unafraid.
"Let's go! Let's catch up and have a look. Mr. Hu, I haven't really seen a ghost yet."
"Fat man, if there is a ghost, just use our materialist ideas as a great weapon. To purify these remnants of decadent imperialism.”
Hu Bayi took the lead. He was holding the M1A1 submachine gun found in the crashed old American transport plane in his hand, and holding the black donkey's hoof in his other hand.
Whether it is physical salvation or theological salvation, be prepared and get down no matter what evil spirit comes!
The group of people were as light as a swallow, and they jumped like Qinggong in a martial arts novel. They quickly chased towards the corner where Hong Yi disappeared.
"Come on, Mr. Yang, I think you are more reliable. It's time for you to show your talents, clear away all the obstacles of the evil forces, and cleanse the remnants of feudalism." Fatty Wang showed that he was not satisfied with his figure. Flexible, fast, breathless and in a joking mood.
The dialogue between the two has a sense of time and is also very funny.
really.
It doesn't matter if she is a ghost or a zombie, it doesn't matter to Yang An.
Yang An was strolling leisurely in this gloomy palace as if on an outing.
"Virtual and Real Eyes Level 2" is activated!
A strange red light flickered from Yang An's eyes.
Now, the originally dark and difficult-to-identify palace had no secrets under his eyes.
“There!”
Originally, Yang An didn’t pay much attention to this ‘female ghost in red’.
Although Gui Chuodeng has not read it for a long time, as his memory has greatly improved, he can easily recall the contents of the books he has read.
Yang An roughly knew that this was just a human skin doll of a witch. Although it was a bit weird, it was just a poison planted in it.
But when his eyes pierced through the darkness, he found something.
Mid-air.
A woman in red appeared wearing a robe with long sleeves and floor-length black hair.
Floating in the sky, trailing the eerie black mist whizzing through the air behind him.
Dodge the flashlight lights of Hu Bayi and Fatty, as if to lead everyone forward.
Just feel all kinds of extremely strong negative emotions coming out of the red-clothed fierce ghost.
“Is there really a ghost?”
Yang An whispered in surprise.
Although it is a bit beyond expectations, it doesn’t matter.
He is not afraid of living people, but is he afraid of ghosts?
"Holy Flame·Bend the bow and shoot the giant eagle"
A ball of white flames rose from Yang An's hand, illuminating the entire hall, and then formed a long bow that looked like a bow and arrow.
drawing the bow and setting the arrow in one go.
Three arrows composed of flames appeared out of thin air! The holy aura dispelled the coldness around him.
Hu Bayi and the other two people, who had not noticed the woman in red, stopped and stared enviously at Yang An, who had a holy look on his face.
"Little Yang's skills are really amazing."
Fat Wang was full of praise, "Old Hu, you said that we are all human beings, hey, why can little Yang use such extraordinary skills?"
“I said that your ancestor, Counselor Yang, really didn’t know how to adapt. With such an awesome ability, if it were placed in ancient times, he would have been the secretary of state next to the feudal autocratic emperor.”
"It would be great to go and join the emperor. Maybe we would have found this Phoenix Courage long ago."
Shirley Yang smiled, "What is the Secretary of State? That's called the National Advisor."
Fatty Wang disagreed, "The harms are all the same. An imperialist and a feudal emperor are both harms and class enemies. I didn't mention you. Staff Yang, you and Mr. Yang are both people with lofty ideals who have returned to the motherland."
Ignore the conversation between the three.
“Go!”
Yang An concentrated on aiming at the woman in red who seemed to be aware of the danger and became panicked and evasive, with a sneer on her face. Want to run?
The moment you release your fingers.
"Whoosh!"
Three sounds broke through the air.
The burning flame arrow disappeared out of thin air and appeared behind the woman in red the next second.
Hit the bullseye.
“Boom!!!”
A fire ignited instantly, as if a scarecrow had been doused with gasoline and a match thrown on top.
In the blink of an eye, the flames covered the 'body' of the woman in red who was moving forward at great speed.
“Ah!!!”
The screams seemed to come from afar.
By the light of the fire, everyone discovered that what was burned was only a red robe.
Hu Bayi gave Yang An a thumbs up, "Young Master Yang, you are really good. You are the one."
Then he looked at the blazing torch falling in the air. If he looked carefully, he saw that the fallen female corpse was expressing her anger with anger. His eyes were staring here, as if he wanted to swallow up Yang An, who had a calm expression and heavy makeup on his face.
Look again.
"Hey! This damn Xipi is a leather mask, and his hair is a wig!"
Hu Bayi took a breath.
He discovered that the twisted and ferocious face on the head was actually painted with a paintbrush.
The depiction is vivid, just like a real person.
While it was crackling and burning rapidly, the inside of the human skin doll was still emitting a scream and wail similar to that of a woman.
“There aren’t really any ghosts in this, right?” Hu Bayi felt terrified as he listened.
On the other hand, Fatty Wang, the arrogant gangster, didn't care. He held a gun and a wolf-fang flashlight in his hand, shining a bright light on the woman in red who couldn't move.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
I swept the shuttle up directly.
The bullet hit the ground and made several small craters, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Come on, Old Hu, you are just too cowardly. With Mr. Yang here, no evil tricks can escape the eyes of others." Fatty Wang didn't care.
Shirley Yang and Yang An, who put away the flame holy bow, came over.
"Fat man, stop flattering me. If you flatter me again, I will puke." Yang An joked to the fat man.
Yang An said and turned his face.
Squinted his eyes and glanced at the burning ‘torch’ on the ground. Now the female corpse can no longer see its original appearance. It is surrounded by the holy flames. However, others cannot see it, but Yang An looks at it carefully.
That human skin head really contains the ghost of a woman!
The ghost was also infected with the indelible holy flame. It was burned and kept screaming and struggling, and was still mumbling something.
Unfortunately, the Holy Flame is the absolute nemesis for these evil spirits.
In just two or three breaths, it was completely burned out, and the ghostly black mist that filled the surrounding area was also swept away.
"This place is really evil."
Hu Bayi took a breath and glanced around, "This King Xian may have really fulfilled his spring and autumn dream of becoming an immortal and an ancestor. ”
"Old Hu." Shirley Yang denied Hu Bayi's words, "There's no such thing as a fairy in this. It's just the ancient emperor's delusion of immortality."
At this moment, a burst of movement suddenly came from came from behind everyone.
Waiting for the three of them to make a move.
"Boom!"
There were a few more sounds breaking through the air, followed by the thud of heavy objects hitting the ground.
Hu Bayi looked back.
Hey guys, I found out that it was a few thugs who sneaked in from the Worm Valley outside.
The body of the stubborn man was penetrated by sharp earth thorns. He fell to the ground and was not completely dead. His limbs moved from time to time.
At first glance, it is written by Yang An.
Sure enough, Yang An calmly retracted and raised his arm.
He had just noticed the ruthless man hiding in the dark, but he didn't kill him immediately.
These beasts took advantage of everyone's relaxed vigilance and wanted to make a sneak attack, but they were killed by the "Sand Transformation·Thrust" that Yang An had prepared.
"Be careful, I feel like the further you go in, the more something will go wrong."
Yang An reminded everyone.
Compared with the description in the original book, there were many more variables in the Yunnan Worm Valley this time, which made him begin to doubt whether ghosts really existed in this world.
The group moved on.
The fat man’s eyes lit up as he passed by the female puppet in red that was burned to ashes.
I found a jade-like stone among the ashes, but it was not burned to ashes.
I was about to pick it up and see if it was some kind of treasure.
Results.
"Don't move!"
Yang An's lazy voice came from behind Fatty Wang. Fatty Wang was stunned and subconsciously retracted his hand.
He, the devil incarnate, also has people to be afraid of.
The next second, the soil on the ground turned into a big hand, rushing out from the ground, holding the jade-like thing.
“Crack!”
Before Fatty Wang could turn pale in shock, the jade-like thing was crushed into powder.
“Hey!” Fatty Wang patted his thigh in distress, “Young Master Yang, you are so reckless, what if this is some kind of treasure.”
“Humph, Fatty, you are A dog can't change its habit of eating shit."
Yang An strode past Fatty Wang and said calmly, "Be careful with the Wannian ship. There is a ghost in this thing. Don't be afraid of being fucked by that female ghost. Body?"
"Would you like to see what you said?"
The fat man scratched the back of his head. Except for Hu Bayi, he was now convinced by Mr. Yang.
People are rich, generous and have extraordinary strength.
At this moment, the fat man sneered and caught up with Yang An, explaining his bad habit of being greedy for money, "I don't want my precious pearl to be covered in dust. Come on, I'll just listen to what you say."
Yang An was noncommittal and too lazy to talk to the fat man.
He can be regarded as saving Fatty Wang once. In the original book, this jade is not what kind of jade it is. It is a woman's tongue transformed into jade, and it is also bewitched.
When the tomb of King Xian is finished this time, let's send the fat man back to the capital to look after the shop.
Yang An made up his mind. Originally, he brought Fatty with him to avoid errors in the plot. However, after getting the Muchen Bead, he only needed to go to Kunlun and close the imaginary number space. Then Yang An planned to leave on his own. It can be done in less than a day.
So, there is no need for Fatty and Hu Bayi anymore.
At this moment.
Shirley Yang's exclamation came from the front, "Xiao An, Fatty, come and see!"
"Huh?"
Yang An and Fatty quickly hurried to the front.
Before entering this side hall, a gloomy atmosphere spread over me, and the temperature seemed to drop several degrees.
Yang An was on high alert and walked around the corner to take a look at Hu Bayi and Shirley Yang.
“Hiss!”
Even though he was mentally prepared, Yang An gasped when he saw the strange scene in front of him.
"What's wrong, Staff Officer Yang?" After being warned by Yang An, the fat man became more honest. He followed Yang An and turned around. When he saw the scene in front of him, he blurted out a national curse.
“What the hell?!”
Hundreds of robes were hung on the hanging beams of the side hall in front of them, just like the woman in red who was eliminated by Yang An just now.
Underneath is a six-legged cauldron, covered with a dark, oversized lid and sealed with fire paint.
"This is probably some kind of sacrificial ceremony held by King Xian who massacred the surrounding natives and captured noble people, such as King Yi and his relatives." Shirley Yang's body tensed up and she subconsciously lowered her voice.
If her guess is correct, the corpses of those people are probably being cooked in that big cauldron!
The ancients believed that people used cauldrons to cook people to sacrifice heaven and earth to worship gods. If they wanted to ascend to immortality, they had to use a cauldron to dissolve corpses and transform into immortals.
“Good guy, if you want to become an immortal, do you have to stew yourself first?” Fatty Wang felt a little disgusted.
"Come on, stop talking, why do I feel so cold on my back?"
At this time, Hu Bayi, who had been observing the inside, spoke quietly, his lips barely moving, and his face looked wary.
"Little Master Yang, why don't you come and take a look? Is there a ghost here?"
"Shh!"
Yang An suddenly spoke, and the three of them Also shut up.
During this period, the four of them have developed a tacit understanding.
Yang An knew things well and led the three of them into the tomb of King Xian without any danger. The three of them followed Yang An's orders almost reflexively.
All held their breath.
Trouble.
Yang An frowned and stepped forward, signaling the three of them to retreat, while his eyes lit up red.
Almost at the same time, the hundreds of human leather clothes hanging on the beams in this side of the hall began to move without wind.
Facing the same direction, the doorway is shaking, as if there is a ghost in it!
“Crash!”
The hall is basically sealed, where is the wind coming from?
From Yang An's eyes, he could see that under each person's leather robe, there was a group of evil spirits surrounded by black mist!
Their appearance has awakened these evil spirits. Once hundreds of evil spirits wake up at the same time, all the gods will die here.
"Pa!"
Hu Bayi slapped himself lightly and muttered bitterly, "Calling you a crow's mouth is really a trick."
At the same time, Yang An realized , there are differences between the Tomb of King Xian and the original work.
This no longer seems to be a side hall for sacrificing humans and animals. These human leather robes seem to be a defense, guarding the real tomb of King Xian!
Is it possible that King Xian, who obtained the Muchen Bead and gained the power of prophecy, saw something? So that's why you made the change?
There is an old saying that good fortune never comes in pairs, but misfortune never comes alone!
In the dark hall behind them, there was also a lush rustling sound, as more evil people were chasing after them.
There is a tiger in front and a hungry wolf behind.
If only Shirley and Yang were there, they would probably not be able to escape this disaster even if they had three heads and six arms.
But
Looking at the many people in leather robes who had revived, they let out sharp ghostly cries like howls of ghosts and wolves.
Yang An looked calm. If there was such a degree of danger, there would be nothing he could do!
Are you ready to be baptized by the sea of fire?
(End of this chapter)