Insect Master

When all the people on the ground were dead, Bai Shenchan sighed, "Why did they die so quickly, I haven't seen enough."

"Come back to life and die again." Bai Shenchan kept shaking the breathless corpse.

Jiang Yan: "..."

However, Baishen Chan's spirit seemed to have returned to his original humble appearance, and the killing in his eyes was also hidden.

The dead are definitely not alive.

After a while, Baishenchan stood up with a resentful face, and then lifted his spirits, "It's okay, all the people here are dead, and there are still people on the mountain. Let's continue walking up the mountain."

As soon as he finished speaking, Baishen Chan suddenly looked aside, "Who?"

Jiang Yan and the others also looked over, "Someone"

After all, the little Cordyceps got out of the haystack in a dirty body.

Everyone's eyes became weird.

Because there is a yellow paper man in the mouth of the wormwood.

If it was an ordinary paper figurine, he would only feel that this little guy is too untidy, and would put everything in his mouth to bite.

But at this time, it was obvious that the paper man was moving, pushing the mouth of the little Cordyceps with his hands, trying to break free from the mouth of the little Cordyceps.

The eyes of Jiang Yan and the others narrowed. This is some kind of weird thing, it looks like it has life.

Another strange alchemy?

His eyes couldn't help looking at Bai Shenchan.

But what is surprising is that Baishenchan looked shocked, looking at the paper figurine inside the mouth of Cordyceps, "Why did this thing appear here?"

Then his eyes kept looking around, as if he was looking for something, and he muttered, "No, isn't this the tomb of the old monk in the Blood Coffin Temple? This thing shouldn't appear."

In fact, they had seen this kind of paper figurines before, but they didn't move like living people at that time.

At that time, Baishenchan was still in a situation where his eyes were only killing, so he probably didn't notice these paper figurines.

Jiang Yan asked, "What's wrong?"

Bai Shenchan didn't answer, but walked up to the little Cordyceps, and tore the paper figurine out of the mouth of the little Cordyceps who was shaking its head like a dog and biting the paper figurine.

The little caterpillar fungus gave a bah, but it had no taste at all, it was not tasty.

However, as soon as Baishenchan put the paper figurine on his palm, the paper figurine turned over and jumped out of his palm lightly, then flung its legs and ran towards the grass.

The little caterpillar fungus snorted angrily, even if the taste is not good, you can keep the molars, it managed to catch a live one, and it stabbed to death with a javelin before.

Before Jiang Yan could react, Xiao Chongcao chased after him with a flick of his legs.

This little guy is so wild.

Afraid that something might happen to it, Jiang Yan was about to go over to have a look, when the little caterpillar fungus came out of the haystack again.

With its belly facing forward, its two short legs turned into hot wheels, and its mouth made a chirping sound.

Like something is catching up.

Xiao Cordyceps hid behind Jiang Yan's heels in a flash, then stretched out his head to look outside.

Jiang Yan was a little surprised that the fearless Cordyceps was chased away?

Couldn't help but look over.

Immediately, Jiang Yan knew why Xiao Chongcao escaped back.

In the grass, yellow paper figures came out like a well-trained team with weapons in their hands.

Jiang Yan: "..."

The team formed by a group of cute paper people is definitely not wrong.

The scene was too surreal and too eccentric.

Those paper men also stretched out their hands and kept pointing at Jiang Yan, no, it should be Cordyceps.

Then they seemed to discuss it, and holding the weapon in their hands, they were actually about to charge.

Really like a little cardboard army.

It was so weird that Jiang Yan and the others didn't dare to be careless, Emperor Ou Nanhao Zheng and the others put the sword in their hands across their chests.

However, Bai Shenchan suddenly shouted, "Don't attack them, they are still yellow in color, and there is no great danger."

Jiang Yan was taken aback, "Do you know what they are?"

Bai Shenchan didn't answer, but took out the bronze book from his arms.

The paper figurine who had rushed over aggressively stopped abruptly.

What's even more weird is that they saluted Baishen Chan in unison, and then walked back into the haystack neatly like an army.

When the paper man disappeared, Bai Shenchan said, "They are heroes, the heroes of Daqin, don't hurt them next time you see them, although they should be invincible, even if you tear the paper into pieces, they will attach to another Come alive on a piece of paper."

Ou Nanhao: "Why does it sound so sinister?"

To be honest, Jiang Yan felt the same way.

The hero of Daqin?What could be these plethora of yellow paper people?

Bai Shenchan said, "The next time you see them, just go around them. They won't attack for no reason."

After speaking, he took a look at the Cordyceps, it must be the troublemaker Garlic who picked it first.

Cordyceps cocked its mouth so high that it could hang a soy sauce bottle, and pulled Jiangyan's trousers, feeling wronged, it didn't take the initiative to provoke trouble, it just poked the single paper man on its javelin and sprinted into a string.

Although it was weird, Baishenchan said that they were not dangerous, and it seemed that they were not lying. It can be seen from the respectful respect of those paper people to Baishenchan just now.

A group of people continued to climb the stone turtle and move forward.

Sure enough, as Bai Shenchan expected, there were more dead people on the road.

But Jiang Yan also began to doubt Baishenchan's words that these paper figures were not dangerous.

Because, in front of him, a paper man was holding a dagger in his hand, his whole body covered the man's mouth and nose, making him unable to breathe, and then the dagger in his hand pierced the man's throat.

Pain, suffocation, until death.

The only difference is that the paper man's body is as red as blood, and no matter how you look at it, it reveals an evil spirit.

Jiang Yan probably knew why there were so many dead people along the way. It should be this bloody paper man who was killing people.

Jiang Yan and the others couldn't help looking at Baishenchan, "Didn't you say there is no danger?"

Baishenchan frowned, then looked around, the white mist was mixed with traces of crimson, exuding a sweet smell.

"Tick tock." A drop of water as red as blood dripped from the coffin on the tree.

Perhaps Jiang Yan and the others were carefully observing the surroundings, so they could see clearly this time.

"The coffin is dripping blood?" Xu Yang frowned, "Looking at the age of these coffins, it should be very long ago, why is there still blood flowing?"

Bai Shenchan replied, "It's a blood curse. I probably know why some people spread the news that there is food on this mountain, and deliberately lured people over to use their blood to cast a blood curse. Alchemists from ancient times to the present are the most evil in the world. In order to achieve the goal, I never care about the life and death of other creatures."

After speaking, he pointed to the blood color mixed in the white mist.

Jiang Yan was taken aback, "Could it be..."

Could it be that the blood in the white mist is human blood?

Look carefully, the blood in the white mist is inextricably converging towards the coffin hanging on the tree.

"Who did it?" Xu Yang asked with a frown. It is indeed evil to use the blood of so many people to perform evil alchemy.

Bai Shenchan looked at the blood coffin on the tree, "Who else can use these blood coffins to perform sorcery, the alchemist in the tomb of the old monk in the Blood Coffin Temple."

As if to let Jiang Yan and the others concentrate on killing for him in the future, Baishenchan added, "Do you think alchemists are really bad? Tsk tsk, try to kill these alchemists in the future, all you kill are bad people."

Jiang Yan was noncommittal, but Xu Yang seemed to be thinking.

In front of him, the scarlet paper man rushed towards Jiang Yan and the others with a dagger after finishing killing.

But just rushed to the normal level, suddenly a bunch of yellow paper figures came out halfway, pressed the scarlet paper figure to the ground and beat it, then carried it away.

Jiang Yan and the others were left in a daze.

They looked at Baishen Chan in unison.

Baishen Zen: "The paper man stained by the blood curse will become bloodthirsty."

After speaking, his face became a little gloomy, "How dare you use them, this time he must die no matter what."

Jiang Yan glanced at Baishenchan in surprise. In the past, Baishenchan chased and killed people everywhere because of his abnormality, but this time it seemed that it was not because of his personal hobbies, but because he was really angry.

The stone turtle continued to crawl upwards, with a huge body, and encountered some lucky humans who were not dead on the same path.

However, when he saw the stone turtle as big as a truck, he ran away in horror, especially when he looked at the people on the stone turtle with disbelief on his face.

Jiang Yan felt that if he saw a person sitting on a big tortoise walking in the last days, he would probably have a similar expression to the other person.

They have been sitting on the back of the tortoise these days, but they themselves are so used to it that they can't get used to it anymore.

The big tortoise broke through the thick fog and kept going upwards.

It is estimated that we are approaching the top of the mountain, and the fog is getting thicker and thicker. The line of sight is very restricted, and the visibility is estimated to be only four or five meters.

However, in the dense fog, a group of bright lights faintly lit up.

The bright light slowly approached them. Although it was hazy, it appeared in the white mist, but it was very eye-catching.

Jiang Yan and the others took out their weapons and were on guard. What could it be?

The bright light was getting closer and closer, and finally appeared within the visible range.

It was an old man, an old man whose skin was as wrinkled as dead tree bark. His face was covered with age spots, almost like corpse spots.

He was holding an old bronze lamp in his hand, the light was dim, and the light from the white mist just now should have come from this lamp.

The old man's face was gloomy, giving people a very ruthless feeling.

A dry voice sounded, "As alchemists, you shouldn't mess with my good work."

Bai Shenchan laughed and said, "Who is the same alchemist as you? You bloody evil scum."

The old man was obviously stunned for a moment, then looked up.

Seeing this, the bronze lamp in his hand trembled slightly. He originally thought that it was just an ordinary alchemist who went up the mountain, but he didn't expect it to be this killer. descendants.

But I immediately remembered something and calmed down a bit, "I endured the aging of my body and replaced it with blood. I no longer belong to the people of Daqin. The imperial edict of the first emperor in your hand can't help me even if it is the first evil magic in the ages. And you are under the blood curse and cannot take the initiative to kill, so what can you do to me?"

Baishen Chan couldn't help being taken aback, "The people of the world are not Qin Min. What kind of blood did you change into to escape the emperor's last edict? Tsk tsk, I heard that the alchemist in the tomb of the old monk in the Blood Coffin Temple is only 40 years old. You Now it’s not a hundred, there are ninety, and I’m going all out to avoid my pursuit.”

Alchemists are also human beings. If they sacrifice their own lives like this, they may only live for a few years. It is indeed hard work. It is really not ordinary people who can make such a big determination to turn a man in his prime into an old man lingering on his last breath.

The old man's expression was a little unnatural.

Bai Shenchan's eyes suddenly turned cold, "For the sake of your misfortune, you could have left your whole body, but you dare to defile those Yin spirits with a blood curse, today you must taste a thousand swords!" The taste of death."

The old man: "...The blood curse you bear for thousands of generations is destined to kill me. How can the inheritance of the old monk's tomb in the Blood Coffin Temple be comparable to those alchemists who picked up human teeth and became monks halfway through?"

Bai Shenchan muttered, "There are no alchemists after the pre-Qin period. In my eyes, you are no different from those scumbags."

Then Baishenchan smiled, very happily, "I can't take the initiative to kill people, but I have a bunch of pony boys now, tsk tsk, I still have the foresight, otherwise I wouldn't be so angry that you spit out blood today."

Jiang Yan and the others: "..."