It is indeed a bit too extravagant to use the power of the Rakshasa Ring to lash out these dead souls in the blood. Among them, there is still some Zhao Zhu deliberately venting his anger. It was inevitable that some anger had accumulated in his heart. .

Of course, Zhao Zhu was not the only one who felt suffocated when entering this mission world. Of course, this kind of thing was "rain and dew together".

The other three are the leaders of the same period. No matter in the mission world or in the real world, they can almost be called the strongest under the administrator. However, in this mission world, they are not enough. very.

If nothing else, let’s just say that Subei has to learn from zombies to sneak in and steal things. This plot is a bit like a Hong Kong version of a zombie movie, which was almost unimaginable in the past.

This talented magician, who was banned by the group owner early, used to rely on his absolute strength to crush the past in the mission world. Where is the need for such a roundabout tactics? He who was proud of himself also did this kind of thing. It can be seen that he should have been "tutored" enough. Maybe, like Zhao Zhu, he was able to survive here because of a little luck, otherwise he might have already died.

This quest world was deliberately set up by the group owner, just to make Zhao Zhu smash his head and bleed his blood.

Zhao Zhu now feels more and more that he understands the urination of the group owner more and more. You can't be too proud. After a long time, the group owner will teach you to be a human being, and even make you a ghost.

The doll swayed out of the **** water, a bit like a drunken drunk, showing a feeling of satisfaction and dizziness. For it, happiness came too suddenly. It quickly completed the primitive accumulation, and it felt that as long as it sorted out and digested the grievances and evil spirits that had been swallowed up, it might be able to directly improve its level of life, of course. This can only be done with the help of Zhao Zhu, otherwise, as soon as it shows too much aura in the real world, it will be struck by lightning immediately.

He picked up the doll and threw it back into his backpack. Zhao Zhu took a last look at the blood, which was obviously thinner than before, turned around, and continued to walk forward.

Keep walking, and the lights begin to gradually turn from red to green, and then. Zhao Zhu saw figures on both sides in front of him.

Instinctively hesitated for a moment, and finally determined that those figures were sculptures. They knelt on the ground and bowed to Yudao. The sculptures were rough, but they were very divine.

This kind of charm is the most rare.

Of course, this kind of charm is also an elusive existence, many things. For example, works of art are vividly done, like real objects, but lacking in charm. Instead, it is better to scribble a few strokes, such as Qi Baishi's shrimp, or the Leifeng Pagoda by the West Lake in Hangzhou.

There are only a few piles of waste stones left in the real Leifeng Pagoda. It is not known whether those waste stones are real or fake. Now the Leifeng Pagoda by the West Lake is a reinforced concrete building. There is also an elevator inside to let you go up and down and save effort, but because it is on the edge of the West Lake, the music of "Waiting for a Thousand Years" is constantly playing in it, and tourists walk here. He was often able to supplement his own brain, as if he really stood in the Lei Feng Pagoda, under his feet, and really suppressed the white lady.

This is Shen Yun, and what motivates you is your inner feeling.

Facing these sculptures, Zhao Zhu was a little scared. As if these sculptures would suddenly get up and attack him, Zhao Zhu didn't feel that he had a shadow of a bow and snake, but this feeling was too strong.

When I continued to walk on the imperial road, the pressure on myself from the sculptures on both sides was also increasing, as if I was walking on the world's highest wire bridge, trembling and walking on thin ice.

This feeling began to superimpose continuously, pressing Zhao Zhu's nerves a little bit, and then Zhao Zhu saw a sedan chair. This was not the kind of sedan chair that is common in TV dramas. In fact, it can be called a chariot in a strict sense.

The shelf is very large and the pomp is full. I have seen this chariot on the sculpture of the bronze giant gate before. Now I see it again in person, and I can feel a kind of extravagance. At the same time, it vaguely exudes the vicissitudes of life. It adds a dignified feel to it.

The chariot was covered with red gauze, which made it unreal, and Zhao Zhu's mental power could not enter it.

Will there be anyone in the chariot?

Zhao Zhu is also not clear.

Zhao Zhu once sat on the chariot, but not in reality, but in a dream, in Xu Fu's cemetery. At that time, Zhao Zhu entered the dream of the ghost tide, everyone around him knelt down, and Xu Fu rode the chariot over. , let Zhao Zhu take the seat, and then the carriage was brought to the Han Dynasty by Xu Fu, overlooking the Weiyang Palace.

It's a blessing or a disaster, it's a disaster that can't be avoided. In fact, Zhao Zhu has no choice. Even if there is a sea of ​​swords and fires in front of him, he still has to go through it himself. If he can't complete the task, he will die. Bundle.

Continuing to walk forward, when he came to the side of the chariot, Zhao Zhu stretched out his hand, grabbed a corner of the red gauze, and then lifted it.

There is someone in the chariot!

A woman with an official hat on her head!

When the red gauze was lifted by Zhao Zhu, Zhao Zhu felt like his heart was being pinched so hard that he fell to his knees on the ground, his heart was about to shatter. clear.

However, when Zhao Zhu's knee just landed, he felt that the chariot in front of him started to move.

Among the sculptures on both sides of the imperial road, sixteen sculptures stood up together, carried their chariots, and started to move forward.

Zhao Zhu stretched out his hand and wanted to grab the corner of the red gauze again, but he suddenly felt that his internal organs were being twisted and hit at the same time. When the painful feeling that almost made Zhao Zhu want his soul to leave his body and his body gradually disappeared, sixteen sculptures and chariots were missing on both sides of the imperial road.

Of course, when looking forward, even their shadows are gone.

At this time, Zhao Zhu suddenly wanted to swear, but when he mentioned his breath, he felt a burning pain in his lungs. He only saw the woman wearing an official hat, but he didn't even see the woman's face clearly.

Big loss.

After a long time, Zhao Zhu regained his breath and stood up again, with a dull pain in his body. Obviously, even if he didn't really hurt the root, it still made his internal organs feel uncomfortable.

Continuing to walk staggeringly, it's not that Zhao Zhu wants to go ahead to catch up with the chariot, but he has no other choice but to continue along the imperial road.

Walking and walking, Zhao Zhu finally overcame the uncomfortable feeling before. Of course, it was also the role of the moon wheel, constantly combing Zhao Zhu's body.

In front of it, there is a bridge. In many underground buildings, Zhao Zhu has seen bridges. Usually in ancient tombs, bridges represent the meaning of rebirth, representing a transition from the world of the living to the world of the dead. However, Obviously, the bridge here should not mean this, because through this bridge, Zhao Zhu saw that there are many kinds of bridges there. The bridges are connected to the bridges. When the water town is most primitive, it may not be so dense, and there is no water here, all are neat floor tiles.

Zhao Zhu got on the first bridge. There was no mother Meng and no kid. It was very ordinary, very ordinary. It was so ordinary that Zhao Zhu himself didn't believe it would be so ordinary. He stood on the bridge for a while and touched the railing. Yes, but it looks like jade. In terms of polishing technology, it is really ingenious.

When he got off the bridge, Zhao Zhu frowned. There was water in front of him.

Moreover, the water level is still rising.

Zhao Zhu jumped over and came to another bridge. When he reached the middle, which is the highest position of the bridge, he looked to both sides, and the water had already overflowed. All around, the dry floor tiles turned into a lake.

Then, looking into the distance, Zhao Zhu saw the shadows of more than a dozen ships, vaguely meeting them, and the sound of silk and bamboo, as well as men laughing loudly and women cheering coquettishly, all of which were extravagant sounds.

Zhao Zhu leaned out, stretched out his hand, touched a handful of water, and put it in front of his nose. He actually smelled a faint smell of wine from the water.

"Wine Pond and Meat Forest?" Zhao Zhu asked thoughtfully.

At this time, a boat was approaching here from not far away, and the people on the boat apparently found Zhao Zhu, and someone shouted here, but they didn't know what they were shouting, because the accent was very heavy.

At this time, Zhao Zhu thought that popularizing Mandarin is really important.

Although he couldn't understand what the people on the boat were shouting to him, when they got closer and closer, Zhao Zhu could still see their appearance clearly. Most of them were women, and a few were men. After all, it is not a real picture, but may be a memory phantom, perhaps recorded by these bridges.

Of course ~lightnovelpub.net~ what caught Zhao Zhu's attention the most was a woman who wore an official hat and looked unique. Her graceful figure and official hat were a kind of ancient original uniform.

The woman turned her head, as if she was looking at Zhao Zhu, and then threw something at random. Zhao Zhu reached out and caught it. It was a wine glass, or a wine bottle. , exuding bursts of fragrance, intoxicating.

But at this time, Zhao Zhu didn't mean to be intoxicated at all, should this glass of wine be drunk?

If you shouldn't drink it, maybe everything around you will disappear immediately, but if you drink it, what will happen?

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Zhu felt that he was drinking a glass of decapitated wine, and poured the wine into his mouth against the red lips. The wine was not very strong, because in fact, the degree of alcohol was not very high due to the limitations of ancient winemaking techniques. .

Seeing that Zhao Zhu was drinking and the boat came over, the woman said:

"Get on board."

Zhao Zhu understood these two words. (To be continued.)