[Grave Robber] Dragon Soul

Pulling Ling Muyang to run in the tomb passage while avoiding the pursuit of Liao Xiaosheng and others, Jian Wuzheng felt that if this continues, he will definitely get full marks in the physical education test after returning to university.The feeling of heaviness in the chest became more and more intense, and both of them ran blushing, but as soon as they stopped, they could hear the rubbing sound of the claws of the two tomb beasts touching the ground, forcing the two of them to continue to flee in a hurry in the tomb passage.

"Mausoleum, let's run separately." Seeing the orange light of the wolf-eye flashlight dangling while running, Jian Wuzheng said breathlessly, but there was no sign of pausing under his feet.

"Separate... run?" Ling Muyang, whose physical strength is not as good as that of an ordinary college student like Jian Wuzheng, after a long time of sprinting, his eyes inevitably turned black, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

"That's right." Suddenly stopped, Jian Wuzheng took a deep breath, and then said: "Go there by yourself, find the second brother and the others as soon as possible, and I will look for you after I lure them away."

"But..." Frowning, Ling Muyang wanted to say something, but was immediately interrupted by the other party.

"It's nothing but... don't talk nonsense, you are in the way here, I can run alone, you go to my second brother." After finishing speaking, Jian Wuzheng pushed Ling Muyang to the corridor next to him.

"Then be careful yourself." The mausoleum was pushed forward two steps, and finally stopped procrastinating, turned around and gave instructions, and then continued to run deep into the tomb passage.

Seeing that the mausoleum had disappeared, Jian Wuzheng gasped and pressed hard on his aching stomach. After hearing the voices of the tomb beast and Liao Xiaosheng and others, he couldn't help cursing, then turned and ran into the mausoleum. In the tomb passage opposite to the direction of the mausoleum.

Feeling that the pursuers behind him were getting closer, Jian Wuzheng couldn't help but start to panic, and ran into a dead end without paying attention. Looking at the thick tomb wall in front of him, he thought that if he was really caught here, what would happen to him? But just like a rabbit that fell into a trap, he was slaughtered.

Walking back quickly, Jian Wuzheng was eager to return to the tomb passage just now, thinking that if he moved quickly, he might be able to find another escape route before those people chased him, but he didn't notice that someone was approaching quietly step by step .

Suddenly being hugged into a warm and firm embrace, the little ancestor didn't react at once, let out a low cry, and was immediately turned over by the person behind him, and then gently kissed him.

The soft and cool thin lips touched her, and Jian Wuzheng stared wide-eyed for two seconds before finally realizing who was kissing her. She couldn't help but put her hands on the man's chest and pushed hard: "Wang Ziqian! Your uncle's Are you trying to scare me to death? His mother thought she was being entangled in rice dumplings..."

Slightly raised the corners of his lips, Wang Ziqian pulled him back into his arms with a little force with both hands, he buried his head into Jian Wuzheng's warm neck, kissed him twice, and asked in a low voice: "Why are you alone. "

Hearing his words, Jian Wuzheng's heart skipped a beat, and then she remembered that she was still being hunted down, and quickly patted Wang Ziqian who was leaning on her shoulder like a child, and said, "Get out of here quickly, and get out of here soon!" Someone came after me, and I walked and talked if I had something to say."

After finishing speaking, Jian Wuzheng pulled Wang Ziqian to go forward, but found that the person behind him was still standing there motionless, and asked strangely: "Qianzi?"

"This way." Holding Jian Wuzheng's hand instead, Wang Ziqian seemed to have noticed something, and calmly led the little ancestor to the other side.

The two came to a mural depicting Nie Chizanpu leading the people to worship the gods of the Bon religion. Before Jian Wuzheng finished observing the content of the mural with the help of a flashlight, Wang Ziqian raised his hand and pressed the box in Nie Chizanpu's hand in the mural. The brick of the tomb, just heard a click, and a small door that only allowed one person to pass opened beside it.

Lowering his head and looking at Jian Wuzheng, Wang Ziqian took the lead and walked in.

Thinking that she finally got rid of those people, Jian Wuzheng heaved a sigh of relief, and couldn't help turning her head to look at Wang Ziqian who was walking aside holding her hand. She glanced casually, and found that apart from Tai Ah hanging on her right leg, Sword, this weapon controller unexpectedly brought back an ancient sword from nowhere.

"Qianzi, where did you find this sword in your hand, and what's its name?" While walking, Jian Wuzheng looked into Wang Ziqian's eyes and asked.

"... Long Yuan." Wang Ziqian's eyes darkened, deliberately avoiding another question, and just said indifferently: "Seven Star Long Yuan."

Hearing this answer, Jian Wuzheng immediately fell silent. He knew that Qianzi must have something to hide from him, so he couldn't help secretly guessing in his heart, what exactly did the two of them do during the time they left with Cheng Yue, and what happened to him? I can't even tell myself.

Jian Wuzheng didn't speak, Wang Ziqian was even quieter, and took his hand to shuttle back and forth in the dark passage with no expression on his face.

Thinking carefully about what happened after entering the underground palace, Jian Wuzheng slowly sorted out all the clues in his heart.I don't know why, ever since the female ghost in red appeared, Jian Wuzheng had a bad feeling that something would happen that caught him off guard.Even Wang Ziqian seemed to be out of his grasp, which made the little ancestor feel an inexplicable emptiness in his heart.

Before they knew it, the two had already walked out of the secret passage. Looking at the steps extending downwards in front of them, Jian Wuzheng couldn't help but said, "Qianzi, go find the second brother and the others first."

Staring into Jian Wuzheng's eyes for a while, Wang Ziqian nodded, then pulled him forward two steps, and then stopped suddenly.

"What?" Jian Wuzheng was about to turn his head to look at Wang Ziqian, but his shoulder was held down, preventing him from making any further movements.

"Don't look back." Wang Ziqian gestured for Jian Wuzheng to move on, and said in a low voice, "Something is following us."

"What the hell?" Hearing this, Jian Wuzheng shuddered immediately. Being followed by something inexplicable in the ancient tomb was definitely not a good sign. Recalling the scene of being chased by the corpse of Zhenling in the Zhou cemetery, I felt that the There was a sudden chill on my back, and I couldn't help thinking that this time I won't encounter that kind of thing that eats people but doesn't spit out bones, right?

"It's okay." After shaking Jian Wuzheng's chilly hand, Wang Ziqian comforted him softly, "It's nothing serious."

Looking up and glaring at the other party, the little ancestor couldn't help complaining in his heart: Of course nothing is very powerful to you, if there is something that scares you Qinglong, I really want to see it.

Resisting the chills in his back, he was dragged forward for a while, just when Jian Wuzheng wanted to ask if the thing following had left, Wang Ziqian suddenly grabbed his hand and walked quickly On the edge of the tomb wall two meters away.

"Don't turn around." The two stood facing the wall, and Wang Ziqian raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said in a good mood.

Unable to figure out what kind of medicine was sold in this guy's gourd, Jian Wuzheng had no choice but to stand there obediently and wait slowly.

After a while, there was a slow friction sound of heavy objects mopping the floor. Hearing the sound, Jian Wuzheng knew that there was not just one thing behind them, but a group of them.

Turning his head slightly, Jian Wuzheng was both excited and scared, his eyes fixed on the depths of the tomb, until the group of things got closer and closer, and when he really saw their true colors, Jian Wuzheng was surprised His eyes widened, and he couldn't control his body and wanted to run away. Fortunately, Wang Ziqian stood beside him and squeezed his hand tightly.

It was a group of zongzi dressed in heavy and complicated ancient Tibetan costumes. They had strange faces several times larger than ordinary people, and their faces were different from crying to smiling. Lie on the ground and move forward slowly.There are no noses on those unusually large faces, only a small golden lock is hung where the nose should be, and the same golden lock is hung on the earlobe that is longer than the Buddha.

They were in groups of two, with faint underworld light emitting from their bodies, marching forward in an orderly line, without being affected by the surrounding environment at all.Even when Wang Ziqian and Jian Wuzheng passed, there was no abnormal reaction.The pupils of those happy or angry pupils were empty and dull, gray and cloudy.

Feeling this group of weird and terrifying things passing behind her, Jian Wuzheng only felt that her scalp was numb, and cold sweat continued to break out on her back, for fear that they would suddenly go mad and rush over and bite her, and all kinds of horrifying images played back and forth in her mind , how can not stop.

Noticing that Jian Wuzheng's nerves were highly tense and his body was trembling slightly, Wang Ziqian was anxious, but he didn't know what to do. He couldn't speak at this time, so he had to hold the other's hand and intertwine his five fingers. Let Jian Wuzheng know that there is nothing to be afraid of, with him by his side, nothing will happen.

When the group of zongzi finally passed by, Wang Ziqian hurriedly hugged the little ancestor into his arms, comforting him in a low voice.Only then did he start to regret it. He forgot that not everyone was as completely unafraid of these things as he was. Jian Wuzheng was just an ordinary person, and this incident might cast a shadow in his heart.Moreover, although there was a gentler way to let them see the group of zongzi, he chose the most thrilling and direct way.

"Wu Zheng." He lowered his head and kissed Jian Wu Zheng's forehead, Wang Ziqian's dark eyes were full of worry.

"They're gone?" Leaning in Wang Ziqian's arms, Jian Wuzheng took a few deep breaths, tried to relax her body, and then poked her head out to look in the direction where the group of zongzi left, and saw that they did not show any signs of coming back. , was completely at ease.

"If you don't face them, you'll be fine... I didn't expect you to be so scared." Seeing that Jian Wuzheng's face was still a little pale, Wang Ziqian frowned and explained in a low voice uneasily.

Hearing this, Jian Wuzheng, who hadn't slowed down all this time, just woke up from a dream and punched Wang Ziqian hard in the chest. The strength was so strong that Qinglong, who had experienced many battles, took half a step back. , and grunted in pain.

But Wang Ziqian is Wang Ziqian after all, even so he didn't let go of his arms around Jian Wuzheng's waist, instead he pursed his thin lips, and pulled him closer to his arms, with an expression that I won't let go until you forgive me.

Raising his eyebrows, Jian Wuzheng raised his head and looked at Wang Ziqian for a while, and finally stretched out his hand to caress the place he just hit as if admitting defeat, sighed and said: "If you dare to do this again, I will really die It's...almost frightening me out of my mind."

"No." Knowing that Jian Wuzheng was no longer angry, Wang Ziqian immediately promised that there would be no next time, then bowed his head and kissed the other's soft lips, forcing him to believe in himself.

The little ancestor was also polite, and bit Wang Ziqian fiercely several times before letting him go and asking, panting slightly: "What are those things, do you know what they are for?"

"Landing God." Simply spit out three words, Wang Ziqian took another bite on Jian Wuzheng's mouth, and then pulled him slowly behind those things, whispering as he walked: "Go and see what they are doing!" What."