Chapter 231 The Real Tomb

Everything in the ancient tomb was shattered in the howling Yin Qi, revealing its original appearance.

——The winding and quiet path, the dilapidated and depressed house, the faded and blackened red paper on the wooden door, the withered grass roots and dry mosses in the corners

He was still in the village, still in the original position. The previous trekking through mountains and rivers and shuttling through the tunnels were just an illusion.

After getting rid of the illusion, Zhang Yuanqing turned his head suddenly and looked at the quiet path behind him. A thick Yin Qi like ink was surging from the end of the winding path.

The layers of surging were like thick smoke.

Right in front of the rolling smoke was the crying little funny guy.

He paddled his limbs quickly, crying and crawling, bursting out at a speed that shouldn't be at this age. The Yin Qi behind him, like thick smoke, chased him and could swallow this round and cute little baby spirit at any time.

At this moment, he was extremely dependent on his master, just like a child depends on his parents.

Zhang Yuanqing felt a chill from the bottom of his heart. Every nerve was roaring "Run away", and every muscle was tensed like a conditioned reflex. Adrenaline surged, but it was not to support the body in fighting, but to prevent the body from getting weak in the legs and feet when running for life.

The charm was broken, and it was still in time to escape. Looking at the little funny guy who was about to be swallowed by the "thick smoke", Zhang Yuanqing's face twitched fiercely.

The next moment, he rushed towards the little funny guy and the yin energy that was like a tsunami.

When he rushed towards this terrible yin energy, he really felt the fear of the little funny guy. The breath that came to his face, carrying the power of Peimo Ke, had already made him, the Night Wandering God, feel terrified before it arrived.

This is the pressure of the high-ranking people on the low-ranking people of the same profession.

Just like the Night Wandering God restraining the spirit body.

In a rapid sprint, Zhang Yuanqing shook open the Yin-Yang robe and put it on, summoned the Hou Tu boots, and put them on while running. His steps suddenly became heavy, and each foot made a dull thumping sound, calming the disordered breath.

After running for more than ten meters, his legs became weak, his calves cramped, and his face was as pale as paper.

The closer he got to the Yin Qi, the more frightened he became, as if he had met a natural enemy.

No, I can't stop. He said to himself in his heart.

Two faint lights emerged, turning into thug boxing gloves and explosive pistols respectively.

Fuck! What's there to be afraid of? I'll kill this dead woman. The moment he held the two props, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly had this thought in his mind, and gained great courage from it, and the fear in his heart disappeared.

Thump, thump, thump!

He finally rushed to the little funny guy, opened his arms, and hugged the little baby spirit that pounced on him tightly in his arms.

It was at this time that the thick Yin Qi like ink surged in front of him. Zhang Yuanqing saw that the rolling black smoke dispersed, revealing a pair of embroidered shoes and a pleated red skirt.

Then, he saw the "black smoke" spread out along the plump and towering chest, like a curtain pulled open, revealing a beautifully curved jaw.

Finally, there was a beautiful face. Widow Li at the head of the village was right. This woman was indeed very pretty, but also very white, so white that it was creepy.

And the most terrifying thing was her eyes. The eye sockets were filled with dark energy, and the pupils were blood red like gems.

Zhang Yuanqing's body trembled violently, his teeth collided up and down, making a "clicking" sound, and his face was completely bloodless, just as pale as the woman in the red skirt in front of him.

But his heart was beating violently, overloaded, and the amplitude of the pumping could be seen through the ups and downs of the chest.

A huge fear exploded in Zhang Yuanqing's heart. This was the most terrifying enemy he had ever faced, except for the Demon Eye Heavenly King.

The Demon Eye Heavenly King did not have the aura to suppress the Night Wandering God, but the woman in the red dress in front of him was different. She was obviously a powerful Night Wandering God, no, a star official, when she was alive.

The eyes were dark and the pupils were like blood beads. She stared at Zhang Yuanqing without any emotion. She slowly raised her hand, and her sleeves slipped down, revealing a pale but delicate hand.

The hand grabbed Zhang Yuanqing's neck.

With a bang, Zhang Yuanqing's emotions exploded.

He seemed to have been greatly stimulated. On the verge of death, the anger in his heart that wanted to burn everything to ashes briefly overwhelmed the fear.

The boot on his right foot lit up with a heavy, slightly sticky yellow light.

The muscles of his right leg bulged and tore the trouser leg.

Snap!

Zhang Yuanqing kicked out with a whip kick, and kicked the pale hand that grabbed him.

The pale and delicate hand paused, and slowly turned the palm.

Snap!

Zhang Yuanqing's whip kick just hit the palm of the woman in the red skirt, and then her foot was held.

"Crack."

Zhang Yuanqing heard the sound of the bones of the foot breaking.

The hand was obviously delicate and beautiful, but it had unparalleled strength. What was even more terrifying was that the fatal kick of Hou Tuxiu did not make the delicate and pale hand waver at all.

Invincible, invincible. Zhang Yuanqing's idea of ​​"fuck her to death" quickly extinguished.

He seemed to have lost his mind and became reckless, and touched his hands on his chest without caring.

"Boom!"

The strong wind and red flames lifted the princess's skirt and lifted her black hair, while her face was cold and stiff.

Seeing that the shock wave of the explosion could not force the princess back, Zhang Yuanqing cursed in his heart, "Fuck", the attack of Hou Tu boots could not repel her, why do I think the gloves of extraordinary quality can work?

The worst thing is that the delay wasted precious time to save his life.

The princess let go of her feet, and her pale and delicate hands grabbed again, almost touching his neck.

Zhang Yuanqing's neck quickly condensed with a layer of white frost.

At the critical moment, Zhang Yuanqing pressed the drum button of the Elvis speaker and summoned the red dancing shoes at the same time.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The dull and deafening drum sound tore the eardrums, targeting all spirits and spirits, making those who heard it afraid and mentally shaken.

The princess's hand paused slightly.

Two red lights covered Zhang Yuanqing's feet, and he was dressed. The next moment, his body collapsed without warning, and he did a split to avoid the princess's hand.

Hearing the drumbeats, the cold and fierce pupils of the princess seemed to shrink for a moment, and then, her eyes became more fierce, and black blood vessels climbed up her pale cheeks.

Although her face was stiff, Zhang Yuanqing could clearly feel the rage.

Did the drumbeats make her furious? No, the drumbeats didn't have that ability. Zhang Yuanqing was stunned at first, and then she thought of something.

It was the Demon Lord!

The Demon Lord had also entered this dungeon that year, and he must have brought an Elvis speaker at that time. The drumbeats stimulated the princess and seemed to bring back her unpleasant memories.

Fuck, what did the idiot Demon Lord do to her that year? !

Zhang Yuanqing cursed in his heart.

Under the control of the red dancing shoes, he bounced his legs, jumped up, and ran towards the outside of the village.

The red dancing shoes were not suppressed by the princess.

Zhang Yuanqing endured the pain in his right foot and hurriedly turned off the drum. He looked back, his pupils contracted violently.

The smoky Yin Qi turned into a hand bigger than a house and grabbed him.

In the palm was the furious princess.

The hand was like a toppled building, smashing towards the running man and corpse.

Zhang Yuanqing saw this, and his spirit body immediately split into two, entering the Yin corpse, and at the same time summoned a thin human-shaped membrane from the inventory.

Perfect human skin!

He threw the prop fiercely at the dead number one behind him.

The dead number one (Zhang Yuanqing) took the prop and covered it on his head. The human-shaped membrane "melted" into a pool of liquid, covering the dead number one.

The next second, the dead number one turned into a handsome and energetic young man in his early twenties.

It was Zhang Yuanqing.

This Zhang Yuanqing turned around and fled into a small path on the side, parting ways with the main body.

The overturned giant hand seemed to be affected by the unknown, solidified in mid-air, and after a brief struggle, chased Zhang Yuanqing, who had transformed into a Yin corpse.

"Hey, no one is chasing me!"

Zhang Yuanqing felt the joy of escaping death and the weakness of excessive emotional exhaustion when he realized that the Yin Qi was chasing the Yin corpse like a tsunami.

Zhang Yuanqing did not dare to stop for a moment, and urged the red dancing shoes to rush to the fields and the back mountain.

He wanted to use the convenience of the red dancing shoes to ignore the terrain and not have to pay physical strength, and run to the ancient tomb in one breath.

The dead number one will not last long, no, it will not run long.

It will soon be killed by the princess.

The ancient tomb is a safe refuge, not safe just by leaving the village, the princess will definitely chase it.

Zhang Yuanqing walked on the undulating mountains and large protruding rock walls as if on flat ground, and his goal was the robbery hole in his memory.

Although what he saw before was an illusion, Zhang Yuanqing believed that it was not an illusion, but an illusion based on reality.

The reason was simple. He had never been to the ancient tomb, but everything there was so real, from the architecture of the ancient tomb to the burial objects, everything was reasonable and well-founded, which deceived him.

The bronze mirror was dug out from the ancient tomb. This is what it knows, so it can create such a perfect illusion.

A few minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing arrived at the robbery hole in the illusion.

His analysis was correct, the location of the ancient tomb was here.

"Remove!"

Zhang Yuanqing immediately removed the wearing mode of the red dancing shoes, quickly jumped into the robbery hole, and walked along the narrow passage.

The red dancing shoes followed behind with a "tapping" sound, and a message appeared on the top:

[Will you dance with me?]

It looked like it was desperately chasing Zhang Yuanqing to dance.

After walking through the tomb-robbing passage, Zhang Yuanqing jumped into the tomb. He looked around first, and saw the clay sculptures of maids and guards standing at the four corners. Even the cracks and broken limbs were exactly the same as in the environment.

He felt relieved and sat down on the ground, panting.

The air in the tomb was a little stuffy, and it was obviously lacking in oxygen, which was different from the illusion.

"I didn't notice this detail. Alas, I lack experience in tomb-robbing, and I suffered a great loss"

Zhang Yuanqing sighed and thought.

"Da Da Da"

The red dancing shoes followed and jumped into the tomb. When they came to his side, they raised their left foot and kicked him.

[Will you dance with me?]

If the master does not pay the price within a short period of time, the red shoes will have a lower impression on the master and will chase the master.

The kick he gave him means that the red shoes no longer love him.

"Yes, yes."

Zhang Yuanqing got up helplessly, endured the severe pain in his foot, and danced with the red shoes.

He felt that his foot injury was more serious.

Zhang Yuanqing put away the red shoes, slumped on the ground, and tried not to move his injured right foot.

The reason why he was able to finish tap dancing with a comminuted fracture of the sole of his foot was thanks to the Hou Tu boots.

——Honest people have good endurance!

Sometimes, the price of props is not a kind of ability. For example, the reason why he was able to overcome the fear in his heart and the pressure of the high-ranking people was all thanks to the two fire master props, the thug boxing gloves and the explosive pistol.

This is the basis for Zhang Yuanqing's subsequent series of operations.

Although he made some reckless and brainless operations, he gained benefits overall.

Suddenly, an unimaginably strong pressure came from above.

Zhang Yuanqing's heart trembled, and he instinctively curled up and raised his head to observe nervously.

The princess was chasing him.

He observed for a long time in fear, until the pressure hovered above for a long time and then retreated.

"Gone?" Zhang Yuanqing let out a long breath, then covered his chest, feeling distressed:

"What a pity, I lost a corpse."

Using the "responsibility for cause and effect" attribute of perfect human skin, making the corpse his scapegoat, this method was what Zhang Yuanqing thought of in a flash of inspiration during the crisis just now.

Fu Qingyang was right, the more dangerous the moment, the more he could unleash his potential.

Although the perfect human skin was cursed and pitfalls, from a certain perspective, it is an absolute artifact.

"I hope the princess won't take the props, otherwise this copy will be a real loss."

Zhang Yuanqing stood up and cast his eyes towards the aisle door and the main tomb.

In the previous illusion, the coffin and the box could not be opened. He wanted to see if these things could be opened in reality.