dragon hunter

Chapter 84
"Lord, I can't afford such an expensive thing." Fatty Wang stared at the thin steel wire in front of him with a painful expression on his face, as if he spent his money.

Fortunately, the terrain here is good, and the narrow passage makes it impossible to deploy the mummified snake corpses.

But the group of mummies also had a certain degree of sanity. After the body of the snake man mummified in the front was strangled in two, these mummies crawled down and swam towards us like snakes.

"Hurry up, they're coming, let's retreat quickly." Fatty Wang, a coward, can only fight with the wind, and when he encounters a little setback, he jumps out and retreats.

The old boatman rushed over and kicked the head of the snake man's mummified corpse. A withered head flew up and fell to the side.

"Grandpa, come back quickly." I yelled loudly, and my densely packed arms grabbed the old boatman's calf.

The old boatman hopped back like a rabbit, narrowly dodging the captured arm. These mummified snake-man corpses are very difficult to deal with. Gun bullets do little damage to them. Even if there is an extra hole in their body, they can still run and jump.

"Fatty, use the machete for me." I saw Fatty Wang cowering and hiding behind, completely wasting the good weapon in his hand.

After receiving the machete handed over by Fatty Wang, it is a bit heavy and feels good in the hand. It is a good weapon in hand.

I ran to the old boatman. The old man had not recovered from his old injury. He would cough badly after every strenuous activity.

"Grandpa, you go to the back." I bent down and cut off a snake-man's arm, threw a piece of yellow talisman, stuck it on the snake-man's forehead, and the flames rose with the smell of burnt.

There are too many mummified snake-man corpses in the back, and while covering the retreat of the old boatman, I am looking for opportunities to reduce the combat power of the mummified snake-man.

From time to time, a crossbow arrow flew out of his side, nailing the snake man mummy chasing to the ground. Lang Ying held the alloy crossbow in both hands and supported him from behind.

"Hold on, I'll go back and see if I can find a better weapon." Fatty Wang said, turned and ran.

I don't have time to scold my mother, Fatty Wang is a coward who always loses the chain at critical moments.

"Old man, go on!" Lang Ying threw over a thin iron cylinder, which was exactly the kind she used just now.

The old boatman squatted down, and at a height of ten centimeters from the ground, he pressed down the iron cylinder lever. After two crisp sounds, a thin steel wire stopped in front of the group of snake men.

The height of this steel wire is just right. Although it can't completely stop the mummies of the snake people, it greatly slows down their speed.

There was a panting sound from behind, and Fatty Wang ran over on his elephant legs, holding two iron bumps in his hand, and handed them to the old boatman, "I don't know how to use this... I don't know how to use this thing."

"Grenade? Fortunately, those guys didn't have time to use it!" I was terrified, I didn't expect that there was such a big killer on those guys.

The old boatman pulled out the bolt, threw out an iron bump, pulled us around and ran away. After running a few steps, he shouted, "Lie down!"

I shuddered and lay straight on the ground, when there was a loud noise behind me, and the heat wave rolled.

The gravel and dust above my head were falling down, and the whole passage was shaking. I looked up worriedly, for fear that the passage of the underground palace would collapse all of a sudden.

"It's such a big commotion. The group of mummified snake men behind them should be finished, right?" Fatty Wang climbed up with a disheveled face, held up a flashlight, and shone forward.

The smoke and dust filled the air, and the passage ahead was covered with rubble and debris. Half of the passage collapsed, and there was no mummified snake man crawling out for the time being.

"It's so powerful, no wonder those guys have been useless." I marveled in my heart, if this kind of big killer is used improperly, it will completely harm others and myself.

The old boatman hung another grenade at his waist, walked over with a vigilant face, and looked at the situation in the collapsed passage with a flashlight.

"It's safe, let's go there quickly." The old boatman greeted and squeezed into half of the passage first.

After we wiped out the mummies of the snake people, we wandered around in the maze-like passage for a long time before we found the way out.

"After tossing and tossing for a long time, I came back again." Fatty Wang looked at the hall, his tone full of emotion.

I walked into the hall with a flashlight, and the sarcophagi inside were all empty, and all the mummified snake-man corpses were buried in the passage, and the whole hall seemed very empty.

"Through this hall, behind is the auxiliary hall of the central palace, which is the second most important position in the entire underground palace, we must be careful." Lang Ying walked over and said.

"The imperial mausoleum is nothing more than that, this underground palace is too big." Fatty Wang looked around with a flashlight.

"The imperial tomb is not as simple as you think." My ancestor supervised the construction of the imperial tomb, and there are some records in the dilapidated scriptures. Most of the imperial tombs are located in the land of dragon veins. The layout inside is absolutely unimaginable for ordinary people.

"The White Lotus Sect has existed for 2000 years, so it naturally has a heritage." Lang Ying said, holding a flashlight and walking forward.

There is a straight passage at the back of the hall. Halfway through, Fatty Wang stepped on some mechanism. He sank, and several crossbow arrows flew towards this side.

"Help me!" Fatty Wang sank half of his body in the ground, watching the crossbow arrows flying towards him, unable to dodge.

I stepped on the Eight Diagrams Walking Dragon Step, dodged a crossbow arrow flying towards this side, ran in front of Fatty Wang, laid the broad blade sideways in front of me, and stared nervously ahead.

"Ding!" With a crisp sound, a crossbow arrow fell to the ground.

I shook my numb wrist, and secretly called out how dangerous it was. Fortunately, the machete in my hand was wide enough to block the flying crossbow arrows.

With the lesson learned this time, we walked a lot more carefully, but unfortunately the life and death of the old monkey is unknown, without this master of mechanism, the underground palace is full of dangers.

"Here we are, there is a door ahead." Lang Ying shone a flashlight ahead and stopped in her tracks.

A quaint door appeared in front of it, the door was ajar, and it was impossible to see what was behind it.

"Yuhua Palace, with a big tone." Fatty Wang stared at the three words on the door, and smacked his mouth.

"I'll go and have a look first, don't move." I said something in a low voice, and walked towards the half-open door with a flashlight.

As soon as I walked to the door, I heard the sound of a camera coming from inside. I didn't know why, so I frightened and shone the flashlight behind the door.

A familiar figure stood with his back to me, standing in the empty hall, with the fluorite on the surrounding walls emitting a faint light.

He put his hand on a stone plate, and was twisting the stone plate vigorously. The sound of the machine bracket kept coming from the center of the hall.

"It's the faceless man, what does he want to do?" I was taken aback, I didn't expect to see him again, I couldn't figure out the other party's purpose, I didn't know if I should stop him.

A huge sarcophagus slowly rises from the center of the hall. A lifelike feathered snake is carved on the sarcophagus. There is also a bronze incense burner in front of the sarcophagus. A thick incense stick is inserted in the middle of the incense burner, and green smoke rises.

"Long Yanxiang!" I couldn't help exclaiming, the material of the incense stick is very special, and I could tell at a glance that it was a rare treasure recorded in the Broken Xiangjing.

"It's really Long Yanxiang, the thing in the coffin is absorbing the power of the incense." Lang Ying came behind me at some point and said suddenly.

I recalled the records in the Broken Xiangjing. It is said that the ancestors once traveled to a village along the coast where there had been drought for many years. The people built many Dragon King Temples in order to pray for rain.

One day, the Miaozhu in the temple told the people that he had dreamed that the Dragon King appeared, and asked the people to light seven or 49 Longyan incense sticks and enshrine them in the Dragon King temples in various places, so that it could rain here.

Those people didn't know Long Yanxiang, so they asked Miaozhu where to buy it. Miaozhu said that this incense needs to be buried in the deep sea for more than a hundred years, grind it into powder, and then mix it with authentic sandalwood powder from Tianzhu, and finally make it The incense is named Longyanxiang.

The people in the small village were fortunate enough to finally collect all the materials and make seven or seven 49 sticks of Longyan incense, which were enshrined in various Dragon King temples. A heavy rain fell from the sky for three days and three nights.

As a result, Long Yanxiang became famous in one fell swoop and was sought after by the Yin God in the temple. However, due to the rare materials, there are very few surviving materials.

"What's the situation?" Fatty Wang came over and was shocked when he saw the strange situation in the hall. He turned around and wanted to run, but I grabbed him.

The faceless man in the main hall ignored us and stretched out his hand to forcefully push the sarcophagus cover away. With a loud noise, the thick sarcophagus cover fell to the ground and shattered into two pieces.

"So it's you, the person she never forgets is actually you!" The faceless man's voice carried an indescribable emotion.

The few of us huddled behind the door, didn't know what the faceless man wanted to do, and didn't know whether we should go in or not.

"The sarcophagus is full of incense and vows, and the people inside are not simple." Fatty Wang opened his yin and yang eyes, and the old monk taught him the secret method of Zhumen, and he knew some secrets.

"How do you say, what's the point?" I asked curiously in a low voice.

"Ordinary ghosts, if they don't want to be reincarnated, one kind is to turn into a ghost and feed on the yang energy of a living person, and there is another kind that is more evil, relying on the power of inhaling incense and fire to cultivate into a yin god." Fatty Wang lowered his voice and introduced. .

"Yin God?" I felt awe-inspiring. In the past, in the countryside, there were many wild temples with indescribable history. Some lonely ghosts possessed the statues of the gods in the temples. Evil magic and supernatural powers, very strange.

"The power of the wish is fluctuating, and the things in the coffin are about to wake up." Fatty Wang's face turned pale, and he shrank his neck and hid behind me.

"Want to cultivate into a yin god? Think beautifully!" A faint voice sounded, and the faceless man walked up to Long Yanxiang, stretched out two fingers, and extinguished the burning incense.

Looking at that egg-like smooth face, I feel a little chills in my heart, without facial features, you will never be able to tell what the other person is thinking and what kind of expression it is.

The faceless man killed Long Yanxiang, turned around and walked towards the depths of the hall, his figure gradually being swallowed by darkness.

"Come on, the things in the coffin are very evil." Fatty Wang shuddered, pulled my arm, and pulled it back desperately.

"I, wake up!" An ethereal voice echoed in the hall.

I felt an invisible momentum enveloping us, and a powerful idea filled all around.

The foreground in front of my eyes gradually changed, my vision was blurred, and I had auditory and visual hallucinations. The passage of time seemed to slow down.

(End of this chapter)