dragon hunter

Chapter 86 Wax Corpse
I turned around in astonishment, and saw that the evil spirit had fully recovered and was walking slowly towards this side.

However, compared to before, the evil spirit still had some slight changes, and its figure became more transparent.

The old boatman changed completely, walking like a tiger, walking towards the evil spirit, with his straight back like a sharp sword.

"Grandpa, be careful!" I yelled loudly.

The evil spirit glanced at this side with a blank expression, stretched out his hand, and an irresistible force came, and the closed palace door behind him suddenly opened.

"Quick... give me a hand." Fatty Wang's face was pale, his voice trembling, and he stared out the door in horror.

I turned around quickly, and saw a group of wax corpses with their heads down, coming in from the door, a chill rose from my back.

"Fatty, get up." I saw Fatty Wang slumped on the ground, ran over, and stretched out my hand to pull him up.

"The evil-breaking crossbow arrows you just had seem to have some effect. Draw some more for me." Lang Ying looked nervously at the group of wax corpses, leaned over, and handed me some crossbow arrows.

Time was running out, I bit my fingers hard, and drew the broken evil talisman on the crossbow arrows. The pain in my fingertips caused a few beads of sweat to gush out on my forehead.

A gust of wind came from behind, and the old boatman was already fighting with the evil spirit. I didn't have time to look back, so I could only tell Fatty Wang to be ready to meet the old man at any time.

"The old man is mighty and domineering enough!" Fatty Wang was a little excited, weakly supporting a stone pillar, and waved his arms vigorously.

"Here, you lead the group of wax corpses to the east of the hall, and I'll go get the machete back." I handed the drawn crossbow to Lang Ying, and ran towards the side of the group of wax corpses.

Lang Ying took the crossbow, and with the alloy crossbow in both arms, he ran to the east quickly. While running, he pulled the crossbow, and a crossbow pierced through the wax corpse at the front.

Thick black smoke rose from the wax corpse's chest, and he fell to the ground at once, drawing the crossbow arrows of the breaking evil talisman, and the effect was better than I expected.

Seeing the group of wax corpses being led away, I took the time to look back at the old boatman. The scene over there made me slightly stunned.

The old boatman was shrouded in a ghostly aura. A large knife made of black smoke danced like the wind in his hand. Every time he hit the evil spirit, he could take away a trace of smoke from the opponent.

"The old man is too powerful." I was overjoyed in my heart, being possessed by the heroic soul of my ancestors, the combat strength of the old boatman exploded.

"Come here quickly, there are too many wax corpses here." Lang Ying greeted loudly while running.

I rushed to the door, picked up the sawtooth machete left on the ground, cut my palm, smeared a bloodstain on the blade, stared at the wax corpse that fell at the end, and chased after it.

There were a few wax corpses lying scattered on the ground. Where the crossbow arrows were shot, it was scorched black, emitting thick black smoke, and a stench made people want to vomit.

After exhausting the evil crossbow bolts, Lang Ying's ability to damage the wax corpse dropped significantly. Even if the crossbow arrows hit the wax corpse, it would only delay the opponent's action and could not make it lose its combat power immediately.

I rushed behind a wax corpse, raised the knife in my hand, and a head flew up. I kicked the headless wax corpse, and the wax corpse fell to the side, motionless.

Immediately behind, several wax corpses turned around and surrounded me. After experiencing so many life-and-death battles, I was no longer a rookie at the time.

One knife cut off the extended arm of the wax corpse, and another knife with the backhand cut off the head of the one-armed wax corpse. The machete stained with blood and yang energy was indescribably sharp. Dealing with these evil spirits was like chopping melons and vegetables.

"Brother, Master Fatty is here." Fatty Wang, seeing that I was playing very easily, rushed over with enthusiasm, and slapped a wax corpse next to me.

"Crack!" There was a muffled sound like being slapped on leather, and the wax corpse didn't move at all. It reached out and grabbed Fatty Wang's arm, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

"Be careful!" I exclaimed, ignoring the attack from the wax corpse on the left, turned around and swung a knife, cutting off the arm of the wax corpse holding Fatty Wang.

As soon as Fatty Wang got out of trouble, he immediately hid aside, leaving me alone to face the siege of three wax corpses.

There was severe pain in one arm, which caused me to almost drop the machete, and hurriedly took a few steps back, cursing Fatty Wang's eighteenth generation ancestors in my heart.

Lang Ying shot a crossbow arrow from a distance, causing the wax corpse who was about to chase me to stop. I seized the opportunity and stepped forward to slice off the wax corpse's head.

Fatty Wang also knew that he had caused trouble. He lowered his head, shameless to see me, and ran to hide behind a stone pillar.

"Get out of the way, the grenade is coming!" The old boatman yelled, and a dark iron lump rolled down among the wax corpses.

I immediately ran back, ran a few steps, and quickly lay down on the ground, covering my ears.

There was a loud noise, and the whole hall was shaking. A scorched black wax corpse flew to my side, and my ears buzzed.

I quickly got up, looked back, and saw that the place where the wax corpses gathered just now was a mess, and the group of guys basically lost their fighting power.

The evil spirit was very cunning, taking advantage of the old boatman's distraction, he appeared next to the sarcophagus in a flash, and stretched out his hand to twist a mechanism.

The sound of the mechanism sounded, and several black iron pipes protruded from the stone wall, and a puff of green smoke emerged from the iron pipes.

"The mist is poisonous, get rid of the evil spirit quickly, and leave quickly." Lang Ying ran towards this side with an anxious expression on her face.

The old boatman flickered, holding a ghostly large knife in his hand, entangled with the evil spirit again.

I gritted my teeth and rushed over. The green smoke spread very quickly. If the evil spirits cannot be dealt with quickly, we will all be poisoned to death in the hall.

Taking advantage of the evil spirit's entanglement with the old boatman, I quietly went around behind him and slashed hard.

As the blade cut across the water, the evil spirit's body rippled, and a puff of thick black smoke rose along the place where the blade passed.

"How is it possible? Such a strong yang energy." The evil spirit screamed, ignoring the old boatman's attack, and stared back at me in disbelief.

I don't know what's so weird about my blood, it seems to have a very strong exorcism effect, I gritted my teeth without making a sound, and slashed forward again.

"Go to hell!" The evil spirit stared at me resentfully, its figure was as fast as lightning, and rushed towards me.

I have seen how powerful the evil spirits are, and I dare not let the opponent get close. The machete in my hand dances and flies, every time it seems to be waving in the water, there is an invisible resistance.

The evil spirit was emitting black smoke all over its body, its eyes were venomous like snakes, and its terrifying face came closer to the center of my eyebrows again.

The ghostly blade slashed across the tip of my nose, and a transparent head flew up. I took the opportunity to step back a few steps, and slashed wildly at the headless body of the evil spirit.

"You will be buried with me." The evil spirit's head fell aside, and it screamed bitterly. Black flames ignited its entire body, struggling to death, and once again touched a mechanism on the sarcophagus.

The sound of iron chains sounded, and a heavy iron door fell behind the temple door, sealing off our retreat.

"What to do, the poisonous gas is coming here." Fatty Wang ran over quickly, looking around anxiously.

"The doors of the front and rear halls are sealed, let's quickly find another way out." Lang Yingyu said in a hurry.

"Come with me, there is a secret road here." I shine the sheepskin map with the flashlight and run forward quickly.

The green poisonous mist kept rolling and encroaching on the space of the main hall. We panted and ran towards the west corner of the main hall.

"The secret path is behind the stone wall, everyone, find out where the mechanism is." I groped on the stone wall and said quickly.

Fatty Wang squatted on the ground, shone a flashlight on his surroundings, and slapped the floor tiles.

Lang Ying glanced around, ran towards a floor-standing bronze oil palace lamp, pulled the bronze lamp pole, but didn't pull it, then grabbed the lamp pole with both hands, and twisted it a few times.

A burst of machine sounds sounded, the stone wall slowly moved sideways, and a deep passage appeared in front of us.

"Everyone, come in quickly." I rushed in with a flashlight, time was running out, and I didn't care whether there was a mechanism in the passage, so I escaped here first.

"Old man, what are you doing?" Lang Ying exclaimed from behind.

I turned around quickly, and saw the old boatman's figure soften and fall to the ground, and immediately ran over to help him up.

"Sequelae, after a few hours of coma, he will wake up on his own." Fatty Wang explained hastily.

Without further ado, I handed the machete to Fatty Wang, carried the old boatman on my back, and ran to the front of the passage, Fatty Wang and Lang Ying followed closely behind.

"Be careful!" Lang Ying pointed a flashlight ahead and reminded loudly.

A black shadow shot towards my chest silently, with a person on his back, unable to move his body, and saw that black shadow was about to hit my chest.

Fatty Wang yelled, holding the machete in both hands, and swung it forward quickly. With a crisp "ding", the flying crossbow arrow fell to the ground.

"Fatty, well done." I breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to run forward without wiping the cold sweat off my brow.

Fatty Wang winked his eyes triumphantly, waved the machete twice, and ran forward beside me with a look of stinky fart.

"Slow down, the poisonous gas is not spreading from behind." Lang Ying said panting from behind.

I stopped to take a breath, wiped the sweat from my eyelashes with my hand, and looked back. The green poisonous mist lingered in the distance and did not spread forward.

"Come on, leave the old man to me, and you have a rest." Fatty Wang leaned over and bent over, motioning to put the old boatman on his back.

Handing over the unconscious old boatman to Fatty Wang, I took the machete from the opponent's hand and went to the front of the passage.

"Is there a mark on the map, where is the front?" Lang Ying asked from behind.

"There is a secret room in the front, and a passage in the back, directly connected to the central hall." I lowered my head and pointed the flashlight at the sheepskin map.

"Go to the secret room to rest, I don't know what dangers will be encountered in the Central Hall." Lang Ying walked to me quickly.

I walked to the front. In order to prevent encountering the agency again, I didn't have time to respond. Fatty Wang, who was carrying the old boatman on his back, fell to the end.

"Ding!" A crossbow arrow flying from the dark was swiftly flashed by me.

"Here we are, there is a secret room in front, everyone be careful." I held up the flashlight and shone forward.

Fatty Wang stopped. He was carrying a person on his back, and it was inconvenient to move. He planned to follow me after I checked the situation in the secret room.

(End of this chapter)