Frost and snow

A-Qing took out the fire pocket and looked around. The walls of this basement are very rough, and there are traces of excavation everywhere. In some places, they were even scratched with bare hands, leaving deep fingerprints. It can be seen that the basement was repaired at that time. In a hurry, I didn't even have time to clean up the mound in the corner.

She circled the iron coffin and tried to shake the iron chains that lifted the coffin. Not only were they hard and cold, but upon closer inspection, each ring was also engraved with complicated runes, and it was pasted on the inner and outer coffins. The lines of the talismans are the same.

Shuanghua hanging by her waist groaned softly, and A-Qing drew out her long sword and held it tightly in her hands. Whether she didn't understand it or not, she was sure that this must be the place where Daoist Song was hiding.

A-Qing put away the Huo Zhe and took a slight step back, raised Shuanghua above her head, and chopped down with a sword with all her strength.How sharp Shuanghua is, I saw the sword light flashing and sparks splashing, the four iron chains were all broken, the iron coffin fell to the ground with a bang, the blue bricks on the ground were smashed into cracks, the talisman paper was lifted up and shattered into pieces Paper, long-settled dust rose up, choking people back again and again.The forbidden formation here was completely destroyed.

A-Qing covered her mouth and nose and retreated to the wall, vaguely feeling that something was wrong.Before he could think about it, he heard intermittent sharp scraping sounds from the iron coffin, as if someone was scratching something hard with their nails.

"Song Daochang?" A-Qing narrowed her eyes, barely able to see the appearance of the coffin amidst the layers of dust.The lid of the iron coffin moved slowly, making harsh scratching noises.A blue-black hand stretched out from the removed slit, tightly grasping the edge of the coffin.

call--

A long exhalation exhaled a strong stench of corpses. Even A-Qing, who had dealt with rotting corpses all year round, couldn't stand it, but she had already retreated to the wall and had no choice but to hold her breath and force herself to press down. Uneasy in my heart.

"Daoist Song?" A-Qing called again, ignoring Shuanghua's anxious clanking.After all, she is not Shuanghua's master, and she can't reach the state of connecting with the sword like Xiao Xingchen.

Just as she took a step forward, she suddenly felt her hair stand on end, her tongue was bitter, she didn't know well, she raised her arms in a blink of an eye, and crossed them to protect her head.Just as he assumed a defensive posture, the iron coffin lid was suddenly lifted off, hitting the girl on the side.

A-Qing felt a strong wind blowing towards her face, and there was a sudden sharp pain in her arms. She heard a cracking sound, and Shuanghua cried out in grief. She was thrown backwards and hit hard on the dirt wall one step away.A strong stench hit the face, occupying the entire basement.A-Qing spit out a mouthful of blood and couldn't breathe.She was lying sideways by the wall, the heavy coffin lid not only broke her arms, but also broke Shuanghua, pressing tightly on her body.

The broken half of Shuanghua fell on top of her head, and the remaining half was still held in twisted hands.

She widened her eyes, looked at the person sitting up from the coffin, and finally figured out what was wrong all along.Nothing is right.The digging marks on the wall were not made by tools, but left by the evil corpses imprisoned here when they went berserk.It's not that there was no time to clear away the mound of dirt by the wall, but that no one dared to come in and clean it up.The eternal lamp does not burn out, but the corpse's breath extinguishes it.This iron coffin was not prepared for Song Lan, but...

A-Qing smiled miserably at the zombie with the broken arm. The basement, which had not been entered for 20 years, was naturally full of dust, how could she just turn a blind eye?

She couldn't move, and watched the zombie with stumps and broken legs climb out of the iron coffin.A-Qing's blood surged up, causing her to roll her eyes and faint.The green python seized the control of this body at the right time, but couldn't struggle, and secretly groaned.Seeing that the zombie covered in carrion crawled out of the basement little by little.

The stench of corpses in the Yizhuang gradually wafted out of the door, no matter how hard it was to be suppressed by the sandalwood.Xiao Xingchen, who was standing alone in the courtyard, felt something, he turned to face the wide open gate of Yi Zhuang, and listened to the dragging sound coming from inside.It seemed that someone was crawling on the ground dragging their stumps. As the sound of crawling gradually approached, the lights in the Yizhuang also went out one after another.

The Taoist nun who had just woken up weakly looked up at the already pitch-dark Yizhuang. The pale moonlight illuminated the two-foot-high threshold. A hand with pointed nails protruded from behind the threshold, and then half of the sunken side head.

The hand on Xiao Xingchen's back was clenched at some point, and the zombie twisted its neck with a click, and the flesh at the back of the neck fell off, exposing the white bones.The evil corpse got up with support, and put a broken leg that was empty below the knee on the threshold, not only the right leg, but also the left arm with only a bone.

The undercurrent of the golden pattern on the exposed white bone was twisted to the back before it could be seen clearly, and the remaining half of the relatively complete face on the other side was exposed to the moonlight.Seven parts handsome, three parts childish young man's face, only seven parts evil, three parts terrifying.

"Xue Yang?" Xiao Xingchen blurted out in shock.Being deceived, being trampled on goodwill, not only treating the enemy as a friend, but also killing Song Lan with his own hands, thinking that he was exorcising demons and subduing demons, but his hands were stained with the blood of innocent people, and in the end he was forced to kill himself and drive away the spirit All kinds of unbearable past events flooded into his heart, his eyes were about to burst, and the humiliation engraved on his soul made him tremble all over.

And that Xue Yang was still struggling to climb, his broken limbs collided with the threshold, he didn't feel the pain, instead he opened his mouth to reveal his jagged teeth, and let out a strange smile, which was especially creepy under the moonlight.