My Xiuxian QQ

Chapter 281
Underground catacombs.

Holding a flashlight, Xiaojie stared dumbfounded at the little girl Zhou Yan rolling down, his expression changed.

"Uncle, are you Naruto? You can transform?"

Zhou Yan was a little at a loss, stood up and hid timidly aside, but it was too dark here, and there was a damp smell in the air, which made her chest tight, so she didn't dare to hide too far.

At this time, my uncle also came down from above.

Xiaojie screamed: "Uncle, I saw a ghost!!!"

"Ghost, what the hell is going on?" The uncle was very upset, and the nephew's performance was too bad.

"You are right behind you." Xiaojie pointed at Zhou Yan, trembling as he spoke.

Uncle was taken aback, his whole body was a little stiff.

The little girl Zhou Yan defended timidly from behind: "I'm not a ghost."

As soon as the uncle heard this, he became angry and slapped Xiaojie on the forehead: "What nonsense!"

Then he explained Zhou Yan's identity to Xiaojie.

"Uncle, don't you play with me like this? We're not here to play, but to save your sister." Xiaojie was about to burst into tears. He felt that he couldn't bear the oil bottle of himself, and another one was more important. A small oil bottle, isn't it courting death?
The uncle sighed: "I'm afraid that person will be more or less ill. I can't leave this little girl behind."

In the end, under the pressure of his uncle, Xiaojie could only accept the reality, and then distributed a flashlight to Zhou Yan, angrily telling her to pay attention to safety, and he would never save her in case of danger.

The little girl took the flashlight timidly, turned it on immediately, and took pictures of her surroundings before she felt relieved.

This tomb passage is about three meters long and three meters wide, square in shape, sub-yellow, like yellow bricks, but it is specious.

Moreover, the tomb passage extends in all directions, and there are many traps. It is worth mentioning that these traps are completely random, and there are no rules at all. I don’t know how many clever tomb robbers died in these traps because of their own experience. under the trap.

Uncle and Xiaojie took the "crime" tools and started to set off.

The little girl Zhou Yan followed timidly. It was too quiet and scary here. She silently prayed that the time would pass faster.

"There is no danger in this [-]-meter distance, hurry up." The uncle urged.

The tomb passage is like an endless corridor, no matter how long you walk, it always looks the same, and those with poor psychological quality may even go crazy.

……

boom! ! !
The violent fire waves spread out quickly like a carpet, and all the weeds and trees along the way were burned, and the air was slightly distorted by the scorching heat.

Standing in the fire, Fang Yuan looked like a god of fire descending from the earth. He manipulated the fire waves to surround and roast all the zombies, but there were still many zombies who were 'not afraid of death' and rushed over desperately in the raging flames, just to bite Fang Yuan.

"Hey, I'm not Tang Seng, why are you so persistent?"

Half an hour later, Fang Yuan finally roasted all the zombies to ashes.

But the nearby half-mile forest was also burnt bare by Fangyuan, leaving only scorched black. What he did today is enough for him to pay a 200 million fine from the Environmental Protection Bureau.

So Fang Yuan slipped away immediately.

Another half an hour passed, and the surrounding area was still unbelievably quiet.

Fang Yuan walked out of the darkness with a sullen face, his face serious.

Is there no one behind the scenes?
Fang Yuan was a little uncertain.

……

In an underground tomb, Xiaojie excitedly lit a candle in the southwest, mumbling words, who lit the lamp, ghosts blowing the lamp, babbling a lot of 'jargon'.

Uncle watched from the side and shook his head.

Xiaojie snorted, "Uncle, please be modest, this is all professional knowledge."

Uncle was annoyed, and couldn't laugh or cry: "Fiction is really harmful." Obviously, he knew the source of this person who lit the lamp and blowed the lamp.

The little girl Zhou Yan stood beside her, shining her flashlight back and forth, with a very uneasy expression on her face. She vaguely sensed that there was some danger nearby.

"Uncle, whether to drink and eat meat or gnaw tree roots and eat Avalokitesvara soil, it depends on this one!"

Xiaojie rubbed his hands, his eyes fixed on the coffin in the middle.

This is an auxiliary tomb. The reliefs around the tomb are messy. There are all kinds of disgusting bugs. They look like corpses, but they are very big, and they feel a bit like a dog.

Uncle observed the murals carefully, but Xiaojie couldn't help touching the coffin.

"This mural is interesting, it seems to be describing how to raise corpses." Uncle frowned, "What's the use of raising corpses?"

He is very strange.

Kaka…

Suddenly, a piercing sound of moving the coffin came from behind, and uncle was startled.

"Xiaojie, what are you doing?!"

While pushing the coffin with great difficulty, Xiaojie gasped and said, "The candles in the southwest are still alive, which means there are no zongzi here. If we just pick up something, we will leave!"

Uncle couldn't laugh or cry, he said it was fake, why didn't Xiaojie believe it.

Finally, with a loud bang, the heavy coffin lid was overturned by Xiaojie to the ground.

Uncle came over and shone the flashlight.

In the coffin, there was only a gray-black robe, and there was not a trace of bones in the robe.

"The Clothes Tomb?" Xiaojie blinked, and suddenly, his eyes lit up, looking at a bronze mask next to the gray-black robe. The mask is very strange, with only two eye holes, and there is no trace of pattern on the rest, just like a piece of paper. White paper with two holes poked in the middle, very crude.

Uncle suddenly felt that the mask looked familiar.

Xiaojie was excited. He felt that this mask must be an ancient cultural relic with great research value. If it was sold, it would definitely raise enough money to see a doctor for his uncle's own sister.

He couldn't wait, and reached out to grab it. The texture of this mask was very weird, a little sticky and soft.

Xiaojie froze, feeling something was wrong.

And at this time, my uncle finally remembered, he suddenly turned his head to look at the murals behind him, and when he shone the flashlight, he saw those huge hideous corpses, their backs looked like weird masks.

Xiaojie's gaze also fell on the mural, and then his expression became very strange, half crying, half smiling, half trembling.

"Turtle son, you still don't let go!" Uncle was so anxious that he slapped Xiaojie on the face.

I saw Xiaojie falling backwards, but what was strange was that he was still holding the 'mask' in his hand.

"Uncle, I can't let go, this thing has glue!" Xiaojie yelled aggrievedly, he stood up from the ground, the 'mask' in his hand was firmly attached to his hand, and he couldn't break free no matter how he shook it.

Uncle shone the flashlight and was terrified. He saw that Xiaojie's hand was dripping blood, slowly staining the 'mask' red.

At this moment, the flashlight approached, and I could see clearly that the mask was just a corpse the size of a human face. For some reason, it had something like barbs on its back, and it was relying on these barbs to suck food crazily. It can be seen that Xiaojie's blood, the color of a corpse, is rapidly turning red.

"Ahhh..." Xiaojie screamed sharply, he really wanted to pass out, out of sight and out of mind, but he just couldn't, his face turned pale with worry.

(End of this chapter)