Great Qin Xiuxian Biography

Chapter 41

In a dark world, light blue light.

The silent sea in the distance, the eternal bone mountain, everything tells the loneliness of this world.

Wang Mang touched his body and found that he had brought in nothing but clothes.

Before going to bed, he purposely hid a thousand paper cranes in his bosom, and also lent him his sister's ring.

Wang Mang felt that this dress was conjured after coming to this world, because the dress was not damaged after waking up last night.

"Since you are still here, are you going to enter the valley today?"

Wang Mang looked at the white mist in the valley, which seemed thicker than yesterday.

Immediately, Wang Mang looked at the cliffs on both sides.

"How about climbing up? The top of the mountain should be safer than the valley."

Thinking like this, Wang Mang rushed to the side of the cliff.

Divine Walk!
Gecko style!
Wang Mang jumped up quickly, and not long after, he suddenly found himself at the bottom of the cliff.

"No way? Can't you go up?"

Wang Mang looked up and saw that he was really standing at the bottom of the cliff, and he was teleported back inexplicably before.

"try again!"

Wang Mang tried it on both sides of the cliff, and finally determined that when he climbed to a height of 100 meters, he would be teleported back to the ground.

And the higher it went, the thicker the white mist, and it was impossible to see the situation in the valley at all.

"It seems that we can only enter the valley."

"But before going in, you need to find a handy weapon."

Wang Mang picked up two slabs of bricks and was about to enter the valley, but his eyes were attracted by the tombstone-like wooden board.

"This plank seems to be stronger than bricks..."

Wang Mang hit the wooden board with a brick several times before, but the wooden board was fine, but a few bricks were broken.

Thinking like this, Wang Mang came to the white wooden board, grabbed the board and pulled it up.

A white wooden board with a total length of about 1.5 meters, as thick as a thumb, and as wide as a palm was held by Wang Mang.

"Huh? There are words on the back?"

"Dare to face up to the dripping blood - Lu Xun."

"Isn't it just a sentence before and after? Why do you have to write it separately?"

A real warrior, dare to face the bleak life, dare to face the dripping blood.

This is the complete sentence.

Wang Mang was a little puzzled, but at this moment there was a rumbling sound under his feet.

Wang Mang looked down, and saw that there was blood bubbling under the seam where the whiteboard was inserted.

"Is this what you mean by daring to face up to the dripping blood?"

Wang Mang took two steps back, watching the blood pouring up, a little vigilant.

After two breaths, the blood condensed into a blood man of about 1.7 meters, and the ground seam was still gushing blood.

"Another monster?"

Wang Mang gripped the whiteboard tightly.

"Roar!" The blood man roared and rushed towards Wang Mang.

"Snapped!"

Wang Mang swung the whiteboard and slammed it at the bloody man's head.

The blood man raised his left arm to block the whiteboard, and then swung his right hand towards Wang Mang.

Straight right fist!

Wang Mang backed away, not wanting the blood man's right hand to turn into a blood-colored spear, which suddenly became longer and stabbed at him.

Teng ape style!
Wang Mang avoided the spear and saw a blood shadow rushing up, the opponent's hands turned into two knives, cutting towards him.

Block style!
The crossbar of the whiteboard, with two knives slashing on it, is powerful and heavy!
Wang Mang stabilized his body, kicked the blood man in the chest, and retreated with his strength.

Divine Walk!
Phenomenal!
Avoiding the stabbing spear, Wang Mang saw the third blood man taking shape and rushed towards him.

"I can't spend it here, each of these blood men is almost as strong as myself! God knows how many blood men there are!"

Thinking like this, Wang Mang crossed the ruins of the archway and rushed into the valley without hesitation.

"Roar!"

The three figures behind him roared and chased after him.

……

"Master, how is it?" Wang Zhaoer looked at the white-haired Wang Mang lying motionless on the bed, and asked Lan Qin.

Now Wang Mang is quiet, like a sleeping corpse with white hair.

"It's okay." Lan Qin checked Wang Mang's body, "This should be the body of a zombie, and his right arm has become boneless."

"About his soul energy..." Lan Qin hesitated when she said this, "It's strange, it doesn't dissipate anymore, it's completely different from before."

As before, the energy of the soul is constantly dissipating, and it is impossible for a person to die directly in the end.

"There is no trace of his soul energy now, so he looks like a normal zombie at this time."

Zombies have no soul, so there is no way to talk about souls.

They are formed because of the accumulation of dirty energy such as evil spirits, yin qi, and corpse qi, which nourish the corpse.

Over time, over many years, the corpse gradually developed consciousness.This is the zombie.

That's why Lan Qin said that the white-haired Wang Mang lying on the bed was a normal zombie.

……

white mist.

Very strong.

Wang Mang lost his way.

The three blood men chasing after him also lost their way.

Holding the whiteboard in his hand, Wang Mang slowed down.

Underfoot is a road made of green bricks, the road is very wide, Wang Mang slowly moved to the side of the road, and a large black shadow appeared in front of him.

"This is?"

He stepped forward cautiously.

A sinister sculpture of a ghost gradually revealed its face.

This evil ghost sculpture is two meters high. It holds a machete in its right hand, but its left hand is missing. It leans forward with its whole body supported by one foot, giving the impression that it will jump down and cut itself with a knife.

Wang Mang avoided the front of the opponent, and found that the other foot of the evil ghost sculpture was also broken.

"Is it really the gate of hell?"

"Otherwise, where did the ghost sculpture come from?"

The ghost sculpture was too realistic, and Wang Mang was about to leave without finding any other clues.

"Roar!"

At this time, with a loud roar, a blood man suddenly rushed towards Wang Mang from the side.

"Catch up!"

Wang Mang quickly avoided the killing of the blood man, and at the same time waved the white board to shoot the blood man who was still in the air.

"Roar!~"

There were more than a dozen roars one after another.

"So many bloody people?"

Wang Mang was startled and ran away quickly.

The blood man who was sent flying quickly climbed up the statue of the evil ghost and rushed towards the fleeing Wang Mang.

This culling from top to bottom was too sudden, and it was too late when Wang Mang realized it.

He quickly used the whiteboard to resist, but with a swipe, a black light flashed across, and the bloody man turned into two pieces and fell to the ground.

"What was that just now?"

Wang Mang was terrified, and his back was soaked instantly. He felt like a milk dog being stared at by a beast, unable to resist at all.

Danger!

Wang Mang used all his strength to lift the whiteboard.

Block style!
boom!
A black light flashed, and Wang Mang was crushed on the blue brick floor.

The blue bricks are cracked.

Wang Mang was lying on his back on the ground, his whole body was in torn pain, his hands and feet were broken, the whiteboard was stuck to his chest, and his ribs were broken.

He suppressed the fear in his heart, widened his eyes, and looked in front of him!

A black stone machete slashed at Wang Mang's white board, and the sword cut through Wang Mang's jaw.

This knife was like a mountain, and Wang Mang couldn't move!
"Is this alive?"

Wang Mang gasped.

For the knife in front of him, the dusty stone surface began to crack and peel off, and the black blade appeared.

As the cracks spread, the stone on the surface of the ghost sculpture also cracked and peeled off.

That one-armed, one-legged ghost sculpture is alive!
Shaking off the stone outer layer of his body, the evil spirit raised the knife, picked up the blood man who had been cut in two, and threw it into his mouth.

"Bah~"

"Bah~"

After eating, the evil spirit roared to the sky.

In an instant, the white mist billowed, and the trees on both sides of the mountains rattled and rattled.

boom!
Standing on one leg, the evil ghost leaped lightly and came to Wang Mang.

He bent down, cast his scarlet eyes on Wang Mang, stretched out his arm-long tongue, and licked around his lips.

Immediately afterwards, the evil spirit slowly raised the black machete, with a ferocious smile on the corner of its mouth.

Cut it down with one knife!

The main character is dead.

　Sadly, I found out that I sent the wrong group...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)