Yin Yang Antique Shop

Chapter 132 The Tomb in the Mountain ([-])

The people next to him also woke up one after another, and when they all woke up, Xiao Tong also opened his eyes. I really wanted to hug him and cry, but I was embarrassed that everyone was still here.

"What's wrong with me...it seems like someone grabbed my neck just now..." Wu Kang touched his neck and said in horror.

Everyone coughed without exception. They should have had that hallucination just now, it's just a matter of severity.

"We were still on vigil just now, why did we suddenly faint?" Long Lan said in a daze.

Speaking of this, I couldn’t get angry. If they hadn’t been optimistic, Xiaotong wouldn’t have been taken advantage of by money strings, but my reason told me that it didn’t have much to do with them. They were also deluded by ghosts’ hallucinations up.

We rested for a while. Everyone knows what happened to Xiaotong. Uncle Yu's apprentice is very embarrassed, but Xiaotong is fine now, and my anger has subsided. If there is something wrong with Xiaotong, I will definitely not forgive them.

We continued to walk towards the fourth floor. Blind Zhang was still walking in front. His leg seemed to be injured and he was limping. After thinking about it, I decided to ask him what happened. The grasshopper on the rope, if something happens to him, the road behind us will be even more difficult.

"What's wrong with you? Did you hurt your leg?" I walked up to him and asked in a low voice.

Blind Zhang looked at me in surprise, then shook his head, "It's nothing serious, just be careful yourself."

He doesn't want to say that, and I don't want to put a hot face on a cold butt, and it's possible that what he said is true, or maybe he's really fine.

We were walking in the tomb passage on the fourth floor, and there were rustling sounds coming from around us. There were many spider webs on this floor, and some of the spider webs contained corpses of money strings. Fortunately, the ones on us Before the smell disappeared, Zhang Xiazi took out a new pack of insect repellent powder from his backpack, and there were spider corpses scattered all over the place we walked.

When the flashlight passed one of the tombs, Blind Zhang stopped. He shined the flashlight on the large white cocoons in the tomb for a long time without moving. I looked at these large cocoons, and one of them was exposed.Careful observation reveals that there are people inside these cocoons, which should be the rest of Zhang Xiazi's subordinates at that time. They were all wrapped up by spiders as food.

"Let's go." Blind Zhang said in a low voice, and continued to walk forward. Behind us were all densely packed dead spiders. The insect repellent powder Zhang Blind took out was very effective for these things, but he just didn't know what was going on. How many layers and what else.

When I was about to reach the fifth floor, I actually saw a moth the size of a human head on a spider web. It should have been eaten for a long time, but the ferocious mouthparts and the black straw made me feel like my back Chill, isn't this kind of moth also sucking blood?

When we reached the fifth floor, there was an ever-burning light here. Although the light was very dim, it gave us an inexplicable sense of solidity. Walking in the dark all the time, the whole person was about to collapse.

There is an ever-burning lamp here every few meters. It is filled with unknown oil, but the lit fire attracts a lot of strings of money coiled around it, some of which are as big as the thickness of a calf.

Zhang Xiazi's insect repellent powder was still as effective as ever, and even those extraordinarily large strings of money were obediently withdrawn.

"Now that you're here, you should be able to tell us how Xiaohu was injured? What is the antidote!" The master finally couldn't help but speak.

"Master Qi, don't worry, just come and see something with me." Blind Zhang smiled, but I always felt that he had malicious intentions.

We followed him into a burial room, where there was a bronze coffin, because of oxidation, the coffin was so green that it would drop slag if touched lightly.

"What did you bring us here for?" The master glanced at the tomb, but there was nothing in it.

"The things that hurt Xiaohu are inside this coffin, but I want to remind you that they are very fast." Blind Zhang knocked on the coffin, and the smile on his mouth never disappeared.

The master looked at Zhang Xiazi suspiciously, and then walked around the coffin. This coffin is very big, completely different from ordinary ones. It can accommodate at least two people in it. I don't know why there is such a design.

The master held a copper coin sword against one corner. I thought it would be difficult to open the coffin, but I didn't expect the master to push it away easily.

As soon as the coffin lid was opened, there was a strong stench coming out of it, like the smell of a corpse that had been decomposing for a long time. I bravely used a flashlight to shine a light inside. Vomit, the stuff inside is really disgusting.

The master stood aside and used a flashlight to shine in the past. His face became ugly. When we were all suffering from headaches from the smell, a few long things suddenly flashed out of the coffin. After reacting, Uncle Zhao who was standing in the corner was entangled.

"Master!" Wu Kang said so quickly, he immediately hugged Uncle Zhao's leg, barely preventing Uncle Zhao from being dragged into the coffin, and threw out more brown vines from the coffin, carrying The foul-smelling liquid rushed towards us.

"Yang, protect Xiaotong!" The master said to me while waving the copper coin sword.

He cut off several vines in an instant, and I hid aside with Xiaotong. If any vines came over, someone in front would naturally deal with it for me.

"Master, master, wake up..." Wu Kang cut off the vines binding Uncle Zhao. They were still writhing on the ground like living things, and blood even flowed out from the cut. What exactly is something, and why is it so weird?
The vines in the coffin seemed to know that we were not to be messed with, and they all shrank back. The master closed the coffin with a gloomy and terrifying expression.

"Let me see your master!" He walked to Uncle Zhao who was unconscious, and checked his wound.

Uncle Zhao had two or three vines wrapped around his body just now, and there were wounds on his arms and back, and those places started to turn black gradually, just like the injury that the master and I described to Xiaohu.

"I didn't expect there to be ghost snake vines here..." The master cut open Uncle Zhao's wound, the blood and flesh inside turned black, and even festered a little. We must find an antidote now. Otherwise, Uncle Zhao will die too.

"Master Qi, you understand, I can't clean up this kind of thing, and you also know the habits of this thing, so I don't need to lie to you." Blind Zhang said grandly.

"I guess you already know it. You still have something to say. It's best to make it clear now. We are all grasshoppers on the same rope. Whoever dies is a loss, old Zhao. You know what you are good at, and without his help, you would not be able to get in some places!" The master sneered twice, and now he doesn't save face for Zhang Blind, just say what he has.

"Sure enough, I can't hide anything from you. I do know who is buried in this tomb, and I found out how many kinds of poisonous insects and traps there are in it after looking for information. Otherwise, do you think we can reach the fifth floor so quickly? I Along the way, have you been reminded of which direction you should go many times? I also know the origin of this ghost snake vine. There is definitely an antidote for it in the ninth floor. Come and see this mural. The things on it are comparable to what I said It’s much more believable.” Zhang Blind not only didn’t feel embarrassed, but even laughed. He didn’t feel any guilt at all, but felt that he had made great contributions.

We looked at the wall behind him in the direction he pointed, and there was a magnificent mural on it. When we first entered, we were all focused on the coffin, and we didn't notice that there was such a painting on the wall.

This should be an overview of the entire tomb. We can see the grandeur of this tomb. The person who built this tomb must be a person who knows Feng Shui very well. We can see that the ghost snake vine originally grew on the ninth floor , and then it slowly extended down as time went by, until the ghost snake vine had grown to the fifth floor when we came in.

"The sixth, seventh, and eighth floors are all like this, where is the antidote!" Wu Kang grabbed Zhang Xiazi's neckline, and it was the first time he lost his composure like this.

"Bang—" Wu Kang was sent flying to the ground with a muffled sound.

Zhang Xiazi's last subordinate stood in front of him, glaring at Wu Kang.

"Didn't I tell you? The antidote is on the ninth floor. You can choose to go up with me, or you can choose not to save yourself. It's all up to you." Blind Zhang said coldly.

I couldn't help but regret it. Sure enough, some people know people, know their faces, but don't know their hearts. Fortunately, I still think that he is a loyal person. In his eyes, we are just a tool to help him get the treasure.

"We'll go up with you, but I hope you don't hide like a woman, and finish what you need to say at once." Uncle Zhong said with a livid face.

"Of course, I won't do such a self-destructive thing." Zhang Blind had a smile on his face again, which made me feel very disgusted.

Long Lan took out the first aid kit from her backpack and gave Uncle Zhao an injection. Wu Kang stopped her, "What do you want to do?"

"If you don't want your master to turn into a piece of skin in two hours, you'd better get out of the way." Long Lan didn't even raise his head, and was still mixing the potion.

Wu Kang slowly put down his hand, Uncle Zhao has passed out completely, he is in the same state as Xiaohu now, if there is no antidote, he can only wait to die, Long Lan injects the potion into Uncle Zhao's body, which can relieve him The rate at which toxins in the body break down muscle.

(End of this chapter)