dragon hunter

Chapter 402 Feather corpse in the coffin
I was panting heavily, lying on the damp soil, my nostrils were filled with a musty smell of decay.

Not far from me lay a figure with a face as black as ink and two sharp fangs growing from the corners of its mouth.

Thinking of the thrilling scene before, I still have lingering fears, and I can only use a few words to describe it.

That dead body isn't particularly severe. If it's in good condition, I won't take this guy seriously.

But for me, whose body has been exhausted and is indistinguishable from ordinary people, the price I have to pay to defeat this guy is somewhat beyond my imagination.

Seeing the deep and long wound on my arm, I smiled bitterly. This time can be regarded as the most embarrassing time for me. Although I have experienced many lives and deaths before, I have never suffered such a serious injury.

I was lying on the cold soil, slowly recovering my strength. It's not that I didn't think about asking for help, but in this tomb, there was no mobile phone signal.

Just as I was thinking wildly, I was awakened by a strange noise.

"Who?" I asked weakly.

There was a slight sound of footsteps, stopping and going, walking towards this side, the other party was very cautious, and he could tell from the sound of footsteps.

I didn't get a response to my question, and my heart sank. I can't even move a finger now. If there is another evil thing like zombism, I will die.

The footsteps stopped not far away, and my keen intuition felt that someone was spying here.

I tried my best to turn my face to the side, barely able to see clearly, there was a figure hiding there in the dark tomb passage.

The distance between the two sides is too close, I dare not speak now, I am afraid that if it is really an evil thing, if I call it out by myself, wouldn't it be a very wronged death?

The figure was very cautious, like a mouse stealing something, rustling, slowly moving forward.

I moved my hand with great difficulty, grasped the Gouyu sword that fell aside, and stared at the black figure nervously.

"Brother Zhang?" The black shadow slowly moved over and asked tentatively.

Hearing the old Fangtou's voice, I relaxed all of a sudden and let out a long mouthful.

"It's me, come here quickly, help me up first." I said weakly.

The old Fangtou quickened his pace and walked towards this side, muttering: "It's really evil, I don't know why, my mind suddenly became confused, when I woke up, I saw a stinky guy , opened his mouth like biting my neck, almost scared me to death."

"You're talking about the stiff one lying next to you, right?" I smiled wryly.

"You also met this thing, by the way, I vaguely remember, did we meet Dao Ji?" Old Fang seemed to be a little out of his mind.

"Leave that aside, help me up and sit against the wall. The ground is too damp, and it's uncomfortable to lie on." I coughed.

With the help of the old Fangtou, I sat leaning against the wall. When he saw the wound on my arm, he was startled and asked in a startled voice, how did it happen.

"It's good to be alive." I kept smiling wryly.

The old square tore the shirt, helped me bandage the wound, wandered around for a while, and was almost startled by the dead body on the ground.

"This guy doesn't know how to cheat corpses, does he?" the old square asked a little worried.

"Take a talisman from my pocket and stick it on its forehead." I said weakly.

Ordinarily, the zombie is already dead, but he is not afraid of [-], just in case, it is better to be on the safe side.

Holding the talisman paper in his hand, the old Fangtou walked over cautiously. He stretched out his hand a few times, trying to stick the talisman paper on his stiff forehead, but each time he extended it halfway, it retracted again.

When I saw this scene, I was angry and funny. The behavior of this guy is really similar to Fatty Wang who is greedy for life and afraid of death.

"If you don't hurry up, be careful that it really wakes up." I deliberately frightened the old square head.

Old Fangtou shivered and shuddered, finally gritted his teeth and slapped the talisman on his stiff forehead.

He accidentally touched the dead and rotting face with his hand, and he screamed strangely in fright, and took several steps back in a row.

I watched the performance of the old Fangtou, and sighed in my heart. It seems that he has not completely come out from the shadow of the Dao Festival, and now he has become a lot more timid.

After sitting on the spot and resting for a while, I felt that I had regained some strength, so I greeted the old Fangtou and asked him to help me up.

"Let's go, the delay is long enough, let's find a way to get out first." I limped forward.

"The exit is sealed off by the Broken Dragon Stone, how can we go out like this?" The old Fangtou looked worried.

"Behind the main room of the tomb, there should be a secret room of the mechanism hub, from which the Dragon-Breaking Stone can be opened." I endured the discomfort all over my body and continued to move forward.

"How about...the Dao Festival?" Old Fangtou hesitated for a moment, and asked falteringly.

"The soul is gone." I said in a sentimental tone.

Hearing that Dao Ji was dead, the old Fangtou's nervous expression suddenly relaxed, even the hand holding my arm was no longer as tight as it was just now.

I have limited mobility, so I asked the old Fangtou to take out the phone and light it up. Now that neither of us has the ability to protect ourselves, we can only try our best to be cautious and find danger from a distance, so we can avoid it in time.

After walking for about five or six minutes, there were no accidents along the way, but because of the damp environment of the tomb, some strange plants grew on the two corners of the stone wall.

"Over the shade grass, moss on corpses, if someone who practices witchcraft comes here, he will probably go crazy with joy." I glanced at those strange plants.

Most of the witchcraft requires a medium, and plants that grow in such a dark environment are the best medium for witchcraft.

Suddenly, I fixed my eyes and looked at a purple grass in the crack of the stone wall.

"Zi Huancao, really lucky. I didn't expect a spiritual grass to grow in this environment." I said with a bit of joy in my tone.

"That grass is very ordinary, what's so special about it?" Old Fangtou asked with a puzzled expression.

"Zi Huancao is a very good medicine for wounds. If you are really drowsy, someone will give you a pillow." I felt lucky for myself.

In fact, if this Zi Huancao is collected and handed over to Zhen Qingyi, she can make a finished wound medicine with better effect.

However, the current environment is special, and I urgently need the ability to protect myself, so I don't care about the preciousness of the spirit grass, so I will use it first.

After chewing the Zi Huancao, apply it on the wound on the arm. Due to the corpse poison, some red, swollen and blackened wounds gradually returned to normal.

I moved my arm, and it didn't feel as numb as before. I secretly rejoiced in my heart that the medicinal effect of the spirit grass was really amazing.

Purple Huancao is not only a elixir for trauma, but when I chew it, a stream of clear juice flows down my throat, and the dry meridians in my body slowly generate a slight heat flow.

With the medicinal effect of the spirit grass, I finally don't have to rely on the old Fangtou's support to walk, and even if I encounter any accidents, I have a little more power to protect myself.

The rudimentary main room of the tomb surprised me a bit, but it was understandable, after all, the real purpose of that painting idiot prince was not to build a resting place for himself.

However, the sarcophagus placed in the middle was very beautifully carved. I took a few steps forward, and a strange flash appeared in my eyes.

"If that guy didn't die, what would he look like when he saw his body?" I was thinking wildly.

"Why do I feel that there is something terrible lying in that coffin?" the old square man said timidly.

My eyelids twitched, I turned my face quickly, and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"I can't say why, but it just doesn't feel good." The old square thought for a while, looking a little confused.

I stood where I was, staring blankly at the sarcophagus for a moment, seeing the pattern on it, which seemed a bit strange.

It's still a little far away, standing at my current position, some patterns on it are blurred.

I raised my phone and walked over there step by step.

In fact, to be honest, the pattern on the coffin is also strictly regulated.

There is a special part in the Sutra of Broken Physiognomy, which talks about the effects of various graphics used on coffins.

I was a little curious, wondering what was painted on the coffin of that idiot prince.

When I got closer, I didn't notice that there was something wrong in the coffin, and I laughed secretly at the old square head who was suspicious.

Walking around the sarcophagus, I have a general understanding of the pattern drawn on it, but there are still some things that I don't understand.

I rubbed my chin with my fingers, recalling the records on this aspect in the Broken Phrases.

"No, this sarcophagus is really weird." My expression changed, and I immediately waved like the old square head.

"What's the matter, isn't there something wrong with the coffin?" The old square man came over with some hesitation, and asked tentatively.

"Help me, let's lift the lid." I said, holding the sarcophagus cover with my hand.

"This...isn't that good?" The old square head obviously hesitated.

"What's wrong, this tomb was built to hide people's eyes and ears." I urged the old square to stop the ink.

The old square head hesitated again and again, but finally decided to listen to my advice and lift the lid of the coffin to have a look.

In fact, I can't tell myself why I insisted on opening the coffin lid, but my intuition told me faintly that the pattern on it seems to be a kind of secret technique mentioned in the Broken Physiognomy.

I don't know what kind of material this sarcophagus is made of. The coffin lid looks very thin, but it is dead heavy. Both of us blushed and exhausted all our strength to remove the coffin lid a little bit.

Old Fangtou hesitated at first, but after removing the coffin lid a little, he finally showed a look of resignation, let out a low growl, and pushed the coffin lid to the ground with both hands.

There was a muffled sound, dust was flying, and there was an unpleasant rancid smell in it.

I took out my mobile phone and took a picture into the sarcophagus, wanting to see what the legendary painting idiot prince looked like during his lifetime.

Suddenly, my pupils shrank suddenly, staring at the body lying in the coffin, I let out an uncontrollable exclamation.

(End of this chapter)