After Mu Sicheng took two breaths of Bai Liu, he barely maintained his shape again. He led Bai Liu to the depths of the tomb.

Although Mu Sicheng was walking in front of Bai Liu, there was only Bai Liu in the dark tomb.

Bai Liu held a candlestick to illuminate Mu Sicheng who was walking in front of him, and glanced at the shadow Mu Sicheng projected on the wall from the corner of his eye.

The shaking shadow of Mu Sicheng became lighter and lighter, like a plume of smoke reflected on the wall.

From time to time, they would meet one or two wine altars placed in the middle of the tomb on the road.

Mu Sicheng carefully stood in front of Bai Liu and asked him to go around behind him and not touch the wine jar.

The wine jar seemed to be able to smell the vitality. As Bai Liu moved, it slowly turned half a circle, the sealed red paper arched slightly, and then slowly calmed down after sniffing the ghost breath on Mu Sicheng's body. .

Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his head and glanced at the wine jar that was quietly guarding the middle of the road, and patted his chest with lingering fear. "This wine jar is also in the Xitang. He will run after him. Don't tell me what it is.

"That thing contains drowned bones and will run after the breath of life." Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng, "Do you remember when this wine jar didn't chase you after you"

Mu Sicheng was taken aback, he frowned and thought for a moment, "I don't remember it very much, it feels like these wine jars won't care about me after I escaped."

Bai Liu meditated, "Then your body should have been lost on the way out of Xitang, except for you looking back to save me, did anything weird happen in the middle?"

Mu Sicheng tried hard to recall, "I can't remember clearly, it seems that I encountered some paper and carried something."

Behind Bai Liu suddenly came a strange, confetti footstep. The footstep stopped and sounded like something jumping down the stairs. Every time there was a heavy and heavy foot landing sound. It sounded like it was walking slowly, but it was almost immediately close to Bai Liu's back.

The candlestick in Bai Liu's hand shook abruptly, and the fire was instantly blue and white. He quickly pulled Mu Sicheng into a tomb beside him and hid sideways behind Mu Sicheng, covering the dim light of the candle with his hands together.

Under the very slight candlelight, a pair of strong and blue hands jumped out of the damp and gloomy low tomb passage, with dark and sharp nails.

This hand jumped again, and finally revealed the body hidden behind the darkness. The one with these hands was a middle-aged man wearing a jacket and shorts with a yellow charm on his forehead.

This middle-aged man is tall and sturdy, his complexion is an abnormal blue-purple color, his lips are jet-black, his eyes are sunken, he stares straight ahead, his two fangs stuck in his flesh, his knees are not bent at all. Beating forward, there was an old yellow talisman on his forehead that seemed to be dropped by the beating at any time.

Bai Liu squinted at the yellow talisman for a while, and confirmed that the talisman painted on the yellow talisman was the corpse talisman on Maoshan's sorcery, and used it to transform death into a corpse.

After being refined, the corpses can be driven by the talisman, but at the same time, the talisman will be backlashed. Once the vitality of the talisman is dying, these corpses will turn back to the master.

Through the dust-stained mantle, one can vaguely see that the middle-aged male zombie’s back has a big mouth with deep bones, which was simply and roughly stitched up, but at first glance it was stitched after death, and the stitched place can still see the inside. Spine.

This big knife should be the fatal wound of this middle-aged man.

The zombie jumped extremely fast, and in just one shot, it jumped from in front of Bai Liu, but then a second zombie jumped out of the darkness behind.

This zombie looks about the same age as the previous one, both young and strong, and also has a big wound on its neck.

The zombie’s head was chopped off and it was re-stitched up, but the craftsmanship of stitching was obviously not good. As the zombie’s neck cracked, the head fell to the side, and the black eyes were straight. Look at the white willows hidden in the shadow tomb.

The nose of the crooked-neck zombie moved twice. It seemed to smell the raw smell, a glaring look appeared on its stiff face, and it turned its flat hands and jumped into the tomb passage.

Mu Sicheng's expression was tight in front of Bai Liu, Bai Liu hid behind Mu Sicheng's shoulders, one hand hid the candlestick behind him, and the other hand calmly covered his mouth and nose.

The zombie tilted its head, it opened its mouth full of fangs, and it approached Mu Sicheng's left neck with a grimace, and after sniffing it twice, it seemed that as long as it smelled, it would bite down. Mu Sicheng After having never come into contact with a zombie so close, his hair stands on end, but he dared not move.

Bai Liu was hiding behind Mu Sicheng's right shoulder, back to back with Mu Sicheng.

Zombies have poor eyesight, travel under the moon, they like to eat blood, they rely on their sense of smell, and they like to sniff at the places where the Qi orifices are revolving. Therefore, if there are zombies in the area, they should sleep face down. This way, when zombies go from house to house, they will not find you when they get into the bed and sniff.

The zombie sniffed Mu Sicheng's face carefully, and its crooked head faintly revealed confusion. It snarled its fangs viciously, turned around abruptly and leaned toward Mu Sicheng's left shoulder.

Bai Liu, who turned his back to the zombie, seemed to be able to watch the zombie's movements. After moving a step, he hid behind Mu Sicheng's right shoulder.

After doing this several times, the zombie finally got annoyed. Does it seem to be cursing in its mouth? He poked Mu Sicheng's shoulder with his nail, and after confirming that the other party was a ghost, he turned his hands and left.

Mu Sicheng almost completely, oh no, the ghost is going to collapse, leaning back on Bai Liu's body and let out a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist on his face, "Finally left."

"It's not over yet." Bai Liu said softly from behind Mu Sicheng, "There should be five more, a total of seven zombies."

As Bai Liuyin just fell, a new zombie jumped out in front of Mu Sicheng. This new zombie was just like the previous zombie. It was very strange to Mu Sicheng who exuded an aura, and he stuck out his fangs several times to spy. Just leave boring.

After a while, another zombie jumped out, and he stretched his head to sniff the anger on Mu Sicheng's body. Bai Liu was born again and again, and with the help of Mu Sicheng to hide flexibly, he succeeded in making this zombie also graze. Sicheng was just a ghost who was exuding anger not long after he died.

The zombie grunted and threatened Mu Sicheng with a few words, poked Mu Sicheng on the shoulder with his nails, and knocked him out.

Mu Sicheng didn't understand zombies, but he inferred based on the expression of this old zombie brother that the other party should be scolding him or just stay away.

Mu Sicheng ""

Although the facts seem to be true, it really sounds like cursing.

This process was repeated six times in a row, except that the zombie at the beginning did not talk about Mu Sicheng, every zombies behind sniffed Mu Sicheng, and some even bitten Mu Sicheng with their mouths, and they were very disgusted. Leave, and then wait for the next zombie to repeat the process.

Mu Sicheng, with two holes bitten on both sides of his neck and face, was unlovable ""

Are you sharks? You can't communicate with each other without taking a bite. Do you have to bite me again?

However, Mu Sicheng now finds that there is also a place to be a ghost, and he is not so afraid of these things.

Seven zombies passed in front of Bai Liu and the others, and there was no more beating sound in the tomb passage. Just as Mu Sicheng was about to probe to determine if there was anything behind him, Bai Liu held his figure behind him.

Bai Liu looked at the dark corridor, "There is still nothing to pass.

There is a note, don't go out. "

Mu Sicheng held his breath for a long time and did not hear any sound, but his nose was always used, and he smelled a very greasy scent of incense candles.

Slowly, Mu Sicheng also heard a clicking sound, like the sound of walking on paper, finely broken, not very loud, but in the dark tomb. Reverberating, especially clear.

Bai Liu's eyes narrowed slightly. He looked into the depths of the tomb. A little shaky orange light flickered and flickered, like a ghost fire ghost, floating lights on the river, making it impossible to see the distance, but he could actually feel close.

From a distance, the yellow fire got closer and closer, finally letting you see the true content hidden in the yellow fire.

Mu Sicheng looked at a huge triangular copper incense burner with countless high incense candles burning, and sparks were flaring around, shining the entire tomb path like the daylight, and the one who was carrying this incense burner was walking forward. Some paper that is about to be deformed under pressure.

Under the huge weight of the incense burner, the whole body was squashed and deformed. The face that was painted joyfully was also pressed into a weird expression of folds and piles, and the clothes on the body were squeezed so that the original painting could not be seen clearly. .

The papers carried the censer forward little by little, and from time to time sparks floated down to ignite the papers that were carrying the censer.

These papers were ignited by sparks, and their bodies burned rapidly. In the flames that burned them into a curled shape, Mu Sicheng listened to the papers with a strange laugh in the dazzling fire.

"Hee hee"

"Hee hee"

The swaying incense burner and the burning paper seemed to pass in front of Mu Sicheng and Bai Liu with a light and heavy weight. The last of the team carrying the incense burner was followed by a paper-bound road.

This paper path is the most refined piece of paper. The face is lifelike, the facial features are traced as finely as it is, the black eyebrows and beards, the look is square, only one pair of eyes has no beads, and there is no eyeball in the middle of the eye socket.

In addition, the paper road is covered with talisman paper. It has **** in one hand and crossed the top of the head, holding Jin Ling in the hand, holding the Tao sword in the other hand and pointing to the incense burner in front, with a pair of white ink texture without eyeballs open. Eyes, left foot stepped, right foot stepped forward and walked straight, the sound of walking on paper that Mu Sicheng had heard before was heard.

Under such a weird scene, Mu Sicheng had just swollen courageously back because he was a ghost. He pulled Bai Liu's sleeve and asked, "What is this?"

Bai Liu looked at the paper and said, "The paper drove the corpse."

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