Undead Farm

.., undead farm

In order to let the East Dust West upgrade and ran out to kill the robbers, they found that the two guys were legendary soldiers during their lifetime, which made the night three more surprises.

Although these two guys don't have the skills as old as they are, and because of the lack of an arm, the strength will definitely drop a lot, but how can it not be even a Goblin?

Thinking of this, the night was more directly thrown into the marijuana bag on the back of the crocodile lizard, and rushed back to Loland City.

After glanced at the big hole on the fence of the wasteland graveyard, the night shovel came to the funeral post with a shovel.

Looking at the broken tombstones and the small mounds covered with moss, especially one of the familiar small pits, the night suddenly touched the head.

"I seem to have climbed out from here. Why is Lao Gu and Dong Dian Xi old legends? I am a black iron brother?"

After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't figure out why. He had to use his own point estimate to add comfort to his potential and face value, and then he dug himself.

Although he has to dig a hole in the three hundred undead servants, he seems to be a bit of a price drop, but those Goblin scorpions are really too rude, and what if a legendary skeleton is broken?

Still, he is safer.

So on the night of the third day, on the side of Bede's onlookers, a shovel and a shovel digging a pile of tombs.

One two three four,

Five six seven eight...

"what?"

"How are all empty?"

The more you dig in the night, the more depressed you are.

Looking at the broken monuments and the mounds, how should you bury something?

As a result, even the coffin cover was not dug.

If those people are mixed up with a miserable material than he is, then the bones can’t run on their own?

Unless they have been buried for too long, the bones are gone,

Or, just like your own recovery, you ran away...

The former is not impossible. After all, Weng Ling said that it has been hundreds of years old, if it is the latter...

"Where did those guys go? Did they be destroyed by the people of St. Silver Church when they came out?"

On the night of the third day, he frowned and looked at the burial post that he had plowed himself. He even dug the dead old banyan tree, but he did not find it.

"No reason..."

At night, the shovel was thrown aside and shook the dirt on his feet.

Then he saw the half coffin he had climbed out.

"Digging is dug, you can't return empty-handed, just be a memorial."

Sighed, and stood up again in the night, shovel carefully slashing slowly along the decaying coffin.

Because the soil here is some years old, the pressure is very strong, so he dug very hard, but the hard work pays off, the iron shovel can also be ground into an embroidery needle, and soon he discovered a fact:

This coffin looks a bit high...

"Who designed the coffin? Is this the pillar?"

At night, I looked at the deep pit that was four meters deep but I had not seen the bottom of the coffin. I opened my mouth.

It is like a column that is two meters long and eighty centimeters wide and deep but does not know geometry. It is inserted straight into this mass grave. The most important thing is that the pillar is indeed woody.

At night, I took a shovel and knocked the wooden column pounds pounds. The texture was tough and elastic. When I saw the floating soil, the brownish wood grain was clearly visible.

"Speaking of my system, I haven't touched this thing since it started..."

On the third night, I whispered and stretched my hand and pressed it up:

[Kowloon Bronze] Information is not available.

Unknown your sister!

The night was even whiter, and this was the first time he encountered an item that the system could not identify the details.

"But the name of the Kowloon Bronze seems to be very domineering. I actually sleep in the coffin made of this thing?"

I thought about it in the night, and climbed up the pit, then jumped into the coffin.

The coffin is very shallow, and the edge has been decayed into black rot by time. As long as you squeeze it, you can smash it into a slag, so you can grab it when you reach out at night.

The silk does not move.

"Ok?"

At night, he scratched his head and lifted the shovel and knocked.

When it sounds,

Still not moving.

"So hard?"

Betty was also curiously blinking when he saw this scene.

Although I don’t know what the soil is in the middle of the night, this strange pillar has obviously attracted her interest.

Just looking forward to see a careful, Bade suddenly smoked his nose and frowned:

"It’s a strange smell, a bit like sandalwood, but mixed with the smell of dead bodies, and a nasty thing that can’t be said, hey!”

Bade suddenly trembled, and a layer of goose bumps floated directly on his neck, and he hurried back two steps.

"It's so uncomfortable, I feel that the soul is oscillating..." Bede groaned with a bit of pain.

She just leaned over and looked at the wood grain for a little while, and felt that her scalp was numb and her body was cold.

At night, he looked at Bade and frowned.

He also watched for a long time, but he did not feel anything abnormal at all.

But when it comes to smells...

At night, he leaned over and sniffed, and a faint coke smell passed into his nose.

"These blacks are not rot, but are burned?"

Stretching the edge of the coffin, it has the texture of charcoal, but he can't even get a little charcoal.

I remembered that this coffin seemed to be carved out of a wooden pillar, and frowned at night.

"It seems that the cover should be burned, but the wood is so hard, can the fire burn off?"

"Hey, is this?"

At night, I only looked at the edge of the coffin. Now I stood up and found that the bottom of the coffin standing at the foot was actually made of several pieces of wood, which seemed to overthrow his previous judgment.

But the outer coffin is indeed integrated with the pillar, and there are no gaps, unless...

At night, I raised my ankle.

Hey.

Although the sound is a bit dull, it is by no means a sound that can be made in a solid place.

"There is a play!"

When the eyes were bright, the night three again squatted down and reached out and carefully groped at the bottom of the coffin.

Sure enough, let him find a thick black nail in the place where he was heading at the time. www.readwn.com~ The nail is playing very deep, only showing a little bit outside. If you don’t carefully explore it, you will think it is The black lines formed after the wood is injured.

On the night of the night, I looked at my fingernails. I couldn’t even get a dish with the meat before, so I waved Bade.

"Is it better? Help me buckle something..."

"what?"

Bede hesitated and finally nodded.

"It seems that if I don't look at the wood grain, I have no problem. It is only disgusting."

Carefully stepping into the coffin, Bede extended her white nails against the nail head that showed a little bit of it.

Humbling,

A black hole was exposed, and the two exclaimed, falling directly from the bottom of the coffin that suddenly collapsed...

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