[Grave Robber] Dragon Soul

Being dragged to run quickly in the tomb passage, Jian Wuzheng guessed the identity of the female ghost in her heart, and at the same time raised her vigilance to pay attention to everything around her.Sensing the sticky and wet touch from the right hand held by He Qianzijiao, he lowered his head to look, only to find that Wang Ziqian's originally bandaged fingers were overflowing with blood.

This is definitely an abnormal phenomenon. Jian Wuzheng's expression was gloomy, and he wanted to stop immediately to re-bandage Wang Ziqian, but he knew that it was the real danger to stop in place under this situation.

Ling Muyang next to him also noticed this, and shouted in a low voice in surprise: "Qinglong, there is something wrong with your hand!"

As soon as the words came out, Wang Ziqian stopped immediately, looked at his bleeding left hand expressionlessly, then exchanged glances with Cheng Yue, and said, "You guys go first, I will lure her away."

"No, you can't hurt her, isn't it courting death if you go alone?" Jian Wuzheng said forcefully while grabbing Wang Ziqian who was about to turn around and leave.

"Let him go. You have seen his hand. This mark cannot be removed. I will send you to a safe place first, and then I will come back to help him. Don't worry, it will be fine." Trying to reassure Jian Wuzheng, Cheng Yue secretly sighed in his heart that he had tried his best, if this little ancestor didn't let him go...

"What mark..."

After shaking his lover's hand firmly, Wang Ziqian interrupted what Jian Wuzheng wanted to say, shook his head to signal him not to ask any more, and prepared to go back to face the red-clothed ghost alone.

Knowing that it could not be stopped, Jian Wuzheng finally gave up and said: "Wait." Then after Wang Ziqian stopped, he walked over and put Tai'a Sword in his hand: "At least take this guy, it's done." Come to us quickly, no matter what that female ghost means to you, it has been dead for thousands of years."

Dazed for a moment, although Wang Ziqian understood that Jian Wuzheng hoped that he would not hurt himself because of that female ghost again, he just stared into the other person's eyes for two seconds, then turned and left without saying anything.

There are some things that he doesn't want Wu Zheng to know.

Following the strange and piercing laughter, Wang Ziqian's dark pupils gradually ooze a trace of blood red, holding the Tai'a sword in his injured left hand, and the blood gushing out slowly drips down along with the blade of the sword.

Seeing Wang Ziqian's figure disappear into the darkness, Jian Wuzheng knew in his heart that the sooner he found those people, Cheng Yue would come back earlier to help Qianzi resist the evil spirits, so he braced himself up, looked at the other two, and said: " let's go."

Trying to recall the place where he met the Chen brothers, Jian Wuzheng led the mausoleum and Cheng Yue through the tomb passages, but found that memory really didn't work here. Although it wasn't as difficult as a maze, it definitely didn't Simple.At this time, the little ancestor remembered the piece of parchment he picked up in the Zhou cemetery. The person who drew that picture must be a master of logic, who can present the complex and dense underground palace on paper based on memory. A photographic memory.

"Aren't you going to find the second master and the others?" Following Jian Wuzheng wandering through the tomb passage, Cheng Yue realized that the other party obviously didn't have a clear destination, but in this dangerous and dark underground palace, how could they go? who?

"Don't ask, just follow along." He waved his hand casually, and Ling Muyang also put on a show, thinking that you two are sneaking around behind our backs, and now you still want us to tell you everything, dream!

Shaking his head helplessly, Cheng Yue understood what Ling Muyang was thinking, but he didn't really care, his purpose was just to send people to a safe place.

The tomb passage was extremely dark, and the range of the flashlight's light was very limited. Suddenly seeing a tall black figure appearing in front of him, Jian Wuzheng subconsciously stopped.

"What's that?" Jian Wuzheng asked in a low voice after shaking the flashlight.

"But go and see how you know." Ling Muyang frowned while thinking and said: "Tiger, go and have a look, and call us when it is safe."

"I'm going, I'm going to beat the thunder for you?" Cheng Yue flicked the mausoleum with a look of annoyance, but walked over reluctantly as he said.

After a while, I heard Cheng Yue's deep voice: "It's a drum, there's no danger, come here."

Jian Wuzheng and Mausoleum exchanged glances, then stepped forward quickly, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw that the black shadow was indeed a huge drum.

Pulling the colorful flag next to the drum body, Mausoleum said: "This is the earthquake drum. There are many temples like this in Bon religion, and there are these colorful flags. Look at the white swastika on the drum. 'The character, isn't it the Yongzhong symbol seen in the ice cave?"

After all, he took the lead and walked forward. He saw a lot of similar ground shaking drums along the way. Ling Muyang pointed to the pattern on the colorful streamers and explained: "This roc is also one of the gods of the Bon religion. At that time, many tribes used it as a totem. In the Bon religion, the most important worldview is the theory of the Three Realms. The Bon religion believes that the world is divided into three layers, from the top to the bottom in turn are gods, humans, and evil spirits. In the sky Zan, the god on the ground is called Nian, and the god on the ground is called dragon. These gods with different names have dual natures of good and evil. If you serve them well, they will bring auspiciousness. If they are not served well, It will bring bad luck. How to communicate with these gods and turn bad luck into good luck is the duty of our great Bon religion wizards."

Jian Wuzheng was engrossed in listening, and suddenly saw a drum engraved with a pattern resembling a whirlwind, and said, "Then what does this mean?"

Glancing at the pattern, the mausoleum thought for a while and said: "This is probably a symbol of ghosts and gods. According to Tibetan legend, there is an evil ghost in every whirlwind. If you see a whirlwind coming towards you quickly on the road, that is it." About to attack you."

Jian Wuzheng was startled, and just about to nod her head to show that she understood, she heard a violent sound of a mechanism coming from the depths of the tomb passage, followed by a loud and panicked roar, as if there was a woman's voice in it.

The three of them looked at each other, and Jian Wuzheng said to Cheng Yue: "It's enough to get here, you go back and find Qianzi, I will go to the mausoleum with me, and we must not let them find that you are with us." Seeing Cheng Yue Frowning, he continued: "Don't ask why, you will know when the time comes."

Nodding his head solemnly, Cheng Yue stopped talking, turned around and quickly disappeared into the tomb passage that he had come over before.

Correcting his expression, Mausoleum said to Jian Wuzheng solemnly: "Let's go, brother." Then Jian Wuzheng followed Chen Liao's indifference and replied: "You go first."

At this time, at the other end of the underground palace, Wang Ziqian was leaning against the tomb wall painted with murals of Bon religion gods, panting non-stop. The Tai'a sword that was originally held in his left hand had now been changed to his right hand, and he saw an evil spirit The thin black lines stretched from the fingers of his injured left hand to his arm, forming an extremely strange pattern.

Raising his left hand and shaking it vigorously, Wang Ziqian found that his hand was almost completely numb, and could not even complete basic movements. If this continues, he may really have no way to figure out the matter.

There were slow rubbing sounds and low laughter in his ears, Wang Ziqian knew that she was chasing after him again, but according to the current situation, he could neither hurt her nor have the jade he carried with him to take her back, so he could only keep going Hide and wait for Cheng Yue to come and think of a way.

Wang Ziqian has never been so upset before, this is the first time he was driven to death by something like this, but he was forced to fight back because of the identity of the other party, otherwise, what is in front of him now is just a moving piece of meat That's all.

Subconsciously clenched Tai'a sword, Wang Ziqian turned around to leave the discovered place, but when he lifted his foot, a huge force grabbed his ankle.

Countless black and soft hairs were twisted together, like living things, wrapped around Wang Ziqian's legs, and slowly stretched upwards, hooking his hands, forming a strong pressure to press him against the curtain wall.A moment later, the owner of the hair came out from the tomb. She was still covered by the dazzling red dress, and her head of black hair kept rushing towards the bound person under her command.

Wang Ziqian looked coldly at the female ghost in red walking towards him, letting the cold and stiff body cover him, but did not make any movements, as if he was not worried that the ghost would kill him.And the red-clothed female ghost had a weird smile on her lips, staring at his face with her white-less eyes, and then touched his chest and heart with her two-fingered hand.

His dark pupils gradually turned scarlet. Wang Ziqian knew that the female ghost in red was really planning to dig out his heart, and his eyes could not help showing a strong look of ruthlessness. Now, he really wanted to destroy this corpse.

However, just as he pulled out his right hand, which was entangled in countless black hairs, and aimed Tai'a sword at the neck of the female corpse expressionlessly, trying to cut off her head, a man wearing an inappropriate dress walked in a very strange posture. The woman suddenly appeared from the darkness.

"Qinglong, when did you become so restless? You should know that if you destroy her body, our sin will never be cleared up." The woman didn't speak, but her voice came from her direction. come out.

Hearing this, the prince paused for a moment, then changed his original plan, swiped his sword and cut off all the hair wrapped around his body, then pinched the neck of the female corpse with his badly injured left hand, and threw her aside.

Seeing the blue dragon facing her with terrifying hostility all over her body, the woman laughed without fear at all, but she still only had voice and no movement, like ventriloquist.

And the female ghost who was thrown away by Wang Ziqian, who was waving her hair and waving her teeth and claws, wanted to rush up again, suddenly stopped all movements, opened her mouth stiffly, revealing two rows of jagged fangs, as if she was struggling shout.Then, a tall and burly man slowly walked out of the tomb passage.

"Interesting, you, a millennium tortoise, dare to come out and show your face? Don't you plan to continue hiding in your turtle shell and play puppet shows?" Cheng Yue walked out from behind the female ghost, laughing at the strangely dressed woman. Woman, he put his right hand in his trouser pocket casually, and made a simple gesture with his left hand. When he walked to the right front of the female ghost, he would not move any further.

It turned out that behind the woman in the one-piece dress stood a man tightly wrapped in a thick cloak. Seeing that his real body had been exposed, the man stopped pretending and ordered the woman in the one-piece dress to get out of the way, calmly. They walked towards Qinglong and Baihu.

"You still have the same virtue, Baihu. Sooner or later, you will be defeated by your mouth." Xuanwu took off the hood of his cloak, revealing his fair and soft delicate face, and said with a hint of a smile.

"Of course, I definitely died earlier than you. If you didn't find her here, you would still be shrunk in your shell and refused to come out. Now you can come here with your real body, thanks to our lord beast mother?" Frivolously looking at Xuan Wu, who had a beautiful face but exuded a dark aura, Cheng Yue couldn't help but start teasing him, his deep and deep voice seemed to be mixed with a smile.

"Now is not the time to talk about this." Even after seeing Xuanwu's real body, Wang Ziqian's stern face remained unchanged. He glanced at the red-clothed female corpse who was about to break free from Cheng Yue's shackles, and said in a deep voice: "Jade Lock Soul .”

After a moment of silence, Xuanwu took out a semicircular jade huang from his bosom, and said, "Whose fate jade will be used, have you decided?"

Shaking his head, Cheng Yue also took out the white tiger jade in his trouser pocket, and looked at the female corpse with complicated eyes: "It doesn't matter who you use, anyway, remembering the past, we are a community of destiny, right? Don't solve this matter No one wants to feel better." After finishing speaking, he went to Wang Ziqian again: "Your jade?"

"Mine is at Wuzheng's place." Wang Ziqian lowered his head slightly, a trace of imperceptible tenderness flashed in his eyes, and now he just wanted to quickly settle the matter in front of him, and then rush back to that person to protect him.

Sighing helplessly, Cheng Yue waved his hand to signal Xuanwu to put away the life jade: "Then use mine. Xuanwu is a woman, and like a beast mother, she has too much yin, so it's hard to restrain... But in the end, I still use Qinglong's." It's better, the hostility and evil spirit are extraordinary, but it's a pity..."

"There is no regret." Xuanwu shook his head lightly, and raised his finger to the left: "There is the altar of the great wizard of the Bon religion over there, just to borrow it, and seal the soul into the jade jade. Let's go find that person. You can only find out if you find him."

"Blood debt." Nodding his head, Cheng Yue watched Wang Ziqian lift the female corpse from the ground, and walked forward expressionlessly regardless of the blood on his arm being strangled by those hairs, and called Xuanwu to follow behind.

The three walked into a tomb with several portraits, and Wang Ziqian threw the red-clothed woman's corpse onto the altar in the center, which was carved with countless exquisite cipher texts and complex patterns, and looked at Cheng Yue with Xuan Wu. Bind her with the power of the five elements, while biting her fingers and dripping blood onto the blue jade body of the white tiger jade huang, then slowly walked to the side of the female corpse while holding the jade huang.