On a Blind Date, My Identity As a Corpse Was Discovered

Lin Sheng couldn't help frowning, it was obvious that this guy still had some remaining obsessions.

Thousands of years have passed, everyone related to him has died, and even the Tie Miansheng was killed by him.

What's the obsession with it?

Lin Sheng simply stopped guessing, and asked directly in his heart, "System, what other obsessions does it have?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the mechanical sound of the system rang.

"Ding~"

"King Lu Shang refused to leave for fear that his tomb would be destroyed!"

Lin Sheng felt speechless for a while, is this the last bit of persistence as a prince?

I am dead, even my soul can't be protected, and I want a tomb...

Tucao returned to Tucao, Lin Sheng thought for a moment, and finally picked up the bronze sword that he had thrown aside.

A message was left on the jade bed beside him.

"The tomb is my home, and the beautification depends on everyone."

"Don't take a single stitch from the masses, and don't touch the coffin for a cent."

After writing, Lin Sheng threw the bronze sword aside again, clapped the dust on his hands that didn't exist, and nodded satisfied with his calligraphy.

"Leave a message for you to warn future generations, is this the head office?"

"If you don't dare to leave, I will force the shot!"

Lin Sheng threatened King Lu Shang, not sure if he could hear it.

Then he moved his wrist and shook the soul-inducing spirit again. This time, King Lu Shang's body immediately took up and jumped behind Lin Sheng.

"Jingle Bell……"

"There are no ghosts on the road ahead, and don't look back when you walk on the road!"

The hoarse voice made the ancient tomb even more bizarre, and Lin Sheng immediately left the bottom of the cliff with two corpses.

At this time, the sky has gradually darkened, and the ancient tomb has returned to its previous silence and gloom.

Only a few comatose living people were still lying on the ground.

……

Chapter [-] You can only make friends, never make friends!

Not long after Lin Sheng left, Wu Tianzhen and the others also woke up one after another.

But when they woke up, their faces were disheveled.

"vomit--!"

"vomit--!"

One after another, the sound of retching broke the silence in the tomb again.

Wu Tianzhen and the others felt like they had eaten rotten meat, and there was a rotten smell in their noses and in their heads.

It took a while to feel better.

At this time, the third uncle immediately noticed the corpse of the Thousand-Year Corpse King lying on the ground.

But the next second he couldn't help frowning slightly, wondering what he was thinking.

After helping Fatty Wang, who was more seriously injured, to place him properly, Wu Tianzhen, Duoyouping and Pan Zi also surrounded him.

I saw that the Millennium Corpse King at this time was not as terrifying as before, and his two arms were cut off to one side.

White bones were exposed at the broken arm, and a foul-smelling black-red liquid continued to flow out of it.

His body was covered with all kinds of scars, and there was an ancient black gold knife with a stuffy oil bottle stuck on his head, which looked like a complete defeat.

Wu Tianzhen felt a convulsion in his stomach when he smelled that smell.

At this time, the third uncle thought of something, and then frowned and looked at Wu Tianzhen, and asked, "Didn't I tell you not to touch that coffin earlier?"

"What happened to the thousand-year-old Corpse King?"

Wu Tianzhen suppressed the feeling of vomiting and said slowly, "After you fell into the trap, Fatty and I were trying to find a way to rescue you."

"It didn't take long for we suddenly heard movement in the back room behind us, we..."

……

Wu Tianzhen recounted in detail what happened until the three of them arrived.

After listening to Wu Tianzhen's words, the third uncle and the stuffy oil bottle exchanged a look, and then said: "Little brother, do you think it is possible that the person who saved us released the corpse king?"

But the stuffy oil bottle shook his head and said in a low voice: "Impossible, that person came in from another exit of the tomb, and it is impossible to disturb the corpse king."

At this time, Pan Zi suddenly thought of a question, and then excitedly said: "Since even the Millennium Zombie is not this person's opponent, then the blood corpse should also be his handwriting!"

The stuffy oil bottle recalled the scene he saw before he fell into a coma, then nodded and whispered: "It should be, although the vision was a little blurry at the time, but I still saw the process of the man fighting the corpse king."

"That person's skill is indeed very good, every move and every style is extremely fierce, even the Millennium Corpse King did not get any advantage from him."