fifth form

Chapter 1637 Distortion
"Grass, so much grass!"

"The grass growing on the imperial coffin is the most prosperous, and it's even blooming!"

"Did Rocco really die from grass growing on his head?"

"What species of man-eating grass are these?"

"Is this a method used by the royal family to prevent tomb robbers?"

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Zuo Quan and Zuo Jin were in a hurry outside the palace, and everyone in the hall was about the same.

Compared to the long purple grass outside the hall that entangles feet and stings and sucks blood, the grass inside the hall can also shoot finger-length grass arrows, which are no less powerful than ordinary bows and arrows.

Previously, the road could be cleared by shooting with a flamethrower outside the hall, but it was no longer difficult to use this method to drive away the people inside the hall.

As if guarding the purple flower on the emperor's coffin, the many poisonous weeds scattered randomly in the hall launched waves of attacks on everyone.

"This thing is so thin and small that it can't be stopped at all. You should be careful yourself!"

Zhou Zhou Hui walked in the front, holding sticks in both hands and waving them constantly, like a scarecrow on a straw boat borrowing arrows. His whole body was covered with dense grass arrows. Even the inner armor used for protection could not withstand the penetration. Penetrate.

Wang Yian, who was following behind, swept away with his flamethrower, and the longer poisonous grass arrows on Zhou Hui's body suddenly turned into black ash.

But there seemed to be no end to the grass arrows in the hall, and the dense shooting never stopped. This made Wang Yian frown, and felt that there were various abnormalities in the hall.

"What kind of special breed is this?"

"Why do I feel like this thing has unlimited bullets? It's not scientific at all to keep shooting arrows like this. Do you all feel the same way?"

"No wonder the Luofu Dynasty used to be invincible. If you plant a row of poisonous weeds like this on the battlefield, wouldn't it become a forbidden area?"

"Everyone, we used to fight without relying on grass. I feel like there's something wrong here!"

Everyone in the hall was in a hurry, but their cooperation was relatively stable.

Not only did everyone bring various tools, but they also had all the necessary protection.

Zhou Hui is a rare person who wears soft armor. Other members of the sequence wear hard armor with metal plates attached, high-density anti-corrosion leather on the inside, and protective gas protection devices.

Everyone is not afraid of poisonous gas, poisonous water, and even if they accidentally encounter mechanical crossbow arrows, they are not afraid.

But no one expected to encounter such a special poisonous weed in the imperial mausoleum.

Some sequencers are good at playing with fast-growing poisonous weeds, but those poisonous weeds grow quickly and die quickly, and are mostly used to set traps.

In Luo Ke's imperial mausoleum, these poisonous weeds have been growing for a long time, maybe thirty, forty, fifty, or longer.

Tombs are not a suitable environment for grass, but poisonous weeds are everywhere in this mausoleum.

The poisonous weeds outside the hall only grow in the cracks in the ground, but they are densely covered inside the hall. Even the load-bearing wooden pillars of the hall are densely covered with poisonous weeds.

These long purple grasses can be cut back and reconnected, but they will turn into black ash only when encountering flame jets.

And these poisonous weeds seem to be endless, even if they are burned by fire, there will be no less.

"Get closer to the imperial coffin and pinch the flower. I think that flower is likely to have a status similar to the queen bee in the hive. It will definitely make these poisonous weeds calm down," Wang Yi'an urged Zhou Hui.

"Don't rush me. I have hundreds of kilograms of grass hanging on my body, and my head is also covered with grass. I can't see clearly what's going on ahead!"

"I don't dare to blow your head with a flamethrower!"

"Ah, I am so upset. Why haven't I entered the seventh sequence?"

Zhou Zhouhui swayed around, and he casually grabbed his head, and countless densely packed grass arrows came into his hands.

When he pulled off the straw arrow, he felt a slight light in front of him, and countless more straw arrows flew over, filling the empty space he had torn open.

This made Zhou Hui a little irritated.

Although it was only a hundred meters long hall, Zhou Hui felt as if he had walked a lifetime.

"This kind of ghost place should be burned with flames first. Once it is burned clean, it will be easier to find things!"

Zhou Hui expressed all kinds of resentments. Among the team that entered the imperial mausoleum, Zhang Xuezhou held up a camera.

He looked at the people who were scrambling around in a mess, and then looked at the long purple grass that was half a meter high growing on the imperial coffin.

This kind of grass looks like a gladiolus, and in the center, a purple bud slowly blooms, puffing out bursts of purple light.

Everyone wore gas masks to isolate themselves from poisonous gas contamination, but anyone who saw this purple brilliance would fall into hallucinations.

"I seem to be hallucinating too!"

The reason why Zhang Xuezhou can stay awake is only because of his high mental intensity.

But when he looked at the long purple grass growing on the imperial coffin, Zhang Xuezhou realized that what he was looking at was actually different from what was shown in the camera.

Although the appearance of the long purple grass was the same, the direction he saw was completely inconsistent with the direction captured by the camera.

If filmed from Zhang Xuezhou's perspective, the camera focuses on the pool of concubines next to the imperial coffin.

The concubine pool is not a place for the concubines to bathe, but a pool where the corpses of the concubines are piled up.

There were more than a dozen female skeletons lying crookedly in the pool. Some of the skeletons had their heads separated from their necks. They had obviously been beheaded directly.

Some sharp blades were stuck upside down in the middle of the pool, and the black-green blades were still emitting a cold light.

Although it is a weapon used to kill concubines, it is obviously not very pleasant to step into it.

Zhang Xuezhou was a little hesitant whether to trust his own eyes or modern camera tools.

"People are alive, machines are dead. Psychedelics can affect people, but it is impossible to affect machines. But I don't think I have been psychedelic!"

Zhang Xuezhou squinted his eyes slightly, constantly paying attention to the strange difference between his sight and the machine.

On his body, dark blue mana light continued to wash away.

With the frequent use of various methods, Zhang Xuezhou was obviously constantly eliminating the possibility of being psychedelic.

"go with!"

After eliminating the cause of the physical impact, Zhang Xuezhou's eyes no longer focused on the front. He stretched out his hand and flicked his finger, and the pen in his pocket immediately drew an arc and flew past.

The recording pen hit the purple grass on the imperial coffin, but when Zhang Xuezhou opened his eyes, he saw the pen falling into the concubine pool.

"I was not psychedelic, but the purple light seemed to distort space, causing visual dislocation to the naked eye!"

A simple test brought the most direct results. Zhang Xuezhou walked with a camera.

Compared to his eyes, this instrument presented a more realistic effect.

After adjusting the focus, Zhang Xuezhou also saw a purple chip wrapped in the buds of the purple grass. It was this chip that refracted the light of the purple grass, thus causing visual differences.

Zhang Xuezhou did not dare to be careless.

He took a utility knife close to the imperial coffin and carefully passed the tip of the knife into the bud.

The tip of the knife exerted slight force, and the purple chip was directly lifted up.

He grabbed it with his protective glove-covered right hand, and the purple chip suddenly entered his hand.

Zhang Xuezhou's eyes were slightly focused, and he saw that the purple chip was like looking at a kaleidoscope, reflecting countless versions of himself.

Faintly, the self in the chip grew white hair and beard again, and his appearance gradually changed into that of an old man with a majestic face.

Just a few seconds later, thousands of old men stared at Zhang Xuezhou.

"Zodiac?"

Zhang Xuezhou frowned and looked at him. He saw the old man in the chip also frowning at him.

Obviously, Zhang Xuezhou was not satisfied that the Red Alliance really had an extraterritorial demon-level hidden person.

In the chip that Zhang Xuezhou was paying attention to, the old man seemed to be equally dissatisfied with Zhang Xuezhou's destructive behavior of breaking into the imperial mausoleum without authorization.