"That's it? Why is it here?" Yuan Ming looked at the silver cat's nimble and slender figure, and his head was in a mess.
In a daze, Yuan Ming saw the silver cat not far in front of him, stopped, turned around and glanced at him.
In the clearly psychedelic scene, Yuan Ming could clearly see the silver cat's two pupils of different colors, and his confused mind seemed to suddenly wake up a little.
For some reason, he actually felt that the silver cat seemed to be waiting for him?
Yuan Ming subconsciously raised his steps and chased after the silver cat, but his steps were still a little unstable.
As a result, as soon as he approached, the silver cat ran forward, walked around a black raised stone, and disappeared.
Yuan Ming staggered and chased after him, and ran behind the black stone. He only saw a dark hole as thick as a bucket on the wall, but did not find the silver cat.
He looked left and right, but could not find any trace of the silver cat.
At this time, there were chaotic sounds behind him, and it seemed like someone was fighting and coming this way.
Yuan Ming swayed and plunged into the black hole. After his upper body got in, he fell down and fell down.
After his figure fell into it, a layer of yellow light suddenly appeared on the black hole, covering the hole.
When the light dissipated, the entrance to the cave disappeared.
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I don't know how long it took, but Yuan Ming gradually regained consciousness, but he still felt dizzy.
The burning pain coming from his shoulder made him half-open his mouth, and he couldn't help but make a few "hissing" sounds in his throat.
Yuan Ming subconsciously stretched out his palm to touch his body, and there was a sticky feeling in his palm.
At the same time, a smell of blood mixed with rancidity rushed into his nostrils, causing him to retching.
He tried hard to open his eyes wide, trying to see his surroundings clearly, but the darkness around him was as thick as ink. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't see anything.
As time passed, the dizziness in his head gradually subsided a bit. He fumbled and tried to stand up, but his palms and knees rubbed and collided with the surrounding things, making the surroundings extremely uneven.
Yuan Ming did not move any more, but explored and touched around his body. Surprisingly, where he started, there were stumps of broken limbs, and he couldn't tell whether they belonged to humans or animals.
Some of them have rotted into white bones, some have rotted into mud, and some seem to have just died, and the blood on their bodies has not yet dried up.
On several of the corpses, Yuan Ming touched the animal skins covering their bodies and the clothes made of silk and satin. After a brief guess, he knew that these were the corpses of furry beast slaves and Biluo Cave disciples.
"This seems to be a corpse pit?" Yuan Ming had a guess in his mind, but couldn't help but shudder.
It wasn't that he was afraid, but the temperature around him was indeed very low, the yin energy was extremely heavy, and the complex and unpleasant smell made it difficult to breathe.
Yuan Ming gently touched his shoulder and found that the wound was still swollen, but the pain had reduced a lot, and his mind was not as chaotic and confused as before, and he felt a little more at ease.
He knew that this was not a safe place, and when he was about to get up, he suddenly heard a voice that seemed to come from his mind:
"I……"
The moment he heard the sound, Yuan Ming froze. He immediately held his breath and listened carefully.
"I...it's you, don't...move."
"I am you, don't move, what do you mean?" The voice sounded intermittently, making Yuan Ming confused.
Just when he subconsciously wanted to ask "Who is speaking?", the voice suddenly rang in his mind again, this time becoming more coherent.
"If I...were you...if I...didn't move, I would die."
When Yuan Ming heard this, he was even more shocked and confused.
Reason made him restrain the urge to speak out, and also stopped him from getting up immediately.
Yuan Ming raised his head slightly, his eyes were slightly higher than the rotting bones beside him, and he secretly looked further away, but it was still pitch black there and he couldn't see anything clearly.
But at this moment, a faint red light suddenly lit up, illuminating the surrounding area for several feet in a bloody red and dark way, making it look like a ghost cave.
Yuan Ming took advantage of this glimmer of light and carefully looked around, trying to find out who was reminding him before, but he couldn't see anything.
But when his eyes focused on the place where the blood was shining, he couldn't help but feel his heart tremble.
"The Mandrill King..."
He saw that there was a six-foot-wide blood pool right under the uneven stone wall. The blood was boiling inside, emitting a red light, and the wall behind it was reflected in blood red.
And in that pool of blood, the mandrill king with two horns on his head was sitting upright, with his eyes closed, his head slightly raised, and his mouth wide open.
In the void three inches above his mouth, there was a round bead that was pitch black and as big as a lychee. It was covered with wisps of dark red mist, billowing slightly like morning clouds.
At this time, blurry humanoid shadows began to float out of the blood pool, being pulled by an invisible force and absorbed into the black bead.
Yuan Ming stiffened his neck, not daring to breathe out. He stared at the mandrill king, his heart beating very fast.
After waiting for a long time, just when his neck began to feel sore, the Mandrill King's eyes suddenly opened. The blood inside them was condensed, and no pupils could be seen at all.
As soon as he opened his mouth and took a breath, the black ball sank down and fell into his mouth.
Yuan Ming looked carefully and found that the ball did not sink into the Mandrill King's belly, but hung between his throat, neither up nor down, looking like its Adam's apple.
As the black ball was swallowed into his throat, a layer of black mist immediately condensed on his face, then flowed into his eyes and was absorbed.
The color of Mandrill King's eyes faded slightly, his pupils glowed with black light, and his aura suddenly surged, as if he had transformed from a living corpse into an evil spirit.
I saw him curling his fingers with one hand and grabbing at the void of the blood pool beneath him.
A gurgling bubble suddenly appeared in the turbulent blood pool, and the blood surged up as if it were boiling. A rough shape looked like a long knife smashed out of a stone. It was supported by the rising blood.
Afterwards, it fell into the hands of the Mandrill King.
The Mandrill King grabbed the long knife, swept over the blood pool, rushed out towards the cave passage, and disappeared in an instant.
As it left, the water surface of the blood pool gradually calmed down, but a dozen vague shadows began to float out of it, and they all gathered towards the corpse pit where Yuan Ming was.
Before he could see clearly, the light in the blood pool went out, and the surroundings fell into darkness again.
Yuan Ming's mind, which had just relaxed a little, suddenly became tense again, his breathing became rapid, and he struggled to get up.
However, when he wanted to support his body, he discovered that his arms had become stiff and numb at some point, and he could not even feel the existence of his arms.
Upon closer inspection, he was horrified to discover that not only his arms, but also his legs had completely lost feeling. Although his upper body was still conscious, he could no longer move.
"Oops, the poison has struck." Yuan Ming's heart sank.
He was accidentally poisoned when he fought with Kun Tu and others before, and now it seems that he is about to be completely poisoned.
Yuan Ming was so anxious that he couldn't even move and couldn't save himself.
Although he couldn't see those ghost-like shadows at the moment, he could feel the temperature of the air around him drop again, and his hairs stood up involuntarily, that thing was coming...
Before Yuan Ming could react, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if something was pressing against him.
Immediately afterwards, the chill spread throughout his body, causing him to freeze up.
"Is it a ghost or a ghost?" Yuan Ming was surprised.
At this time, the chill on his neck intensified, and the dead souls seemed to be crawling towards his body.
Just when Yuan Ming felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar and his whole body was getting colder and colder, a warmth suddenly surged out of his right arm and spread to his back instantly.
The moment this warmth flowed by, it actually dissipated the chill that was like a ghost possessing him.
Yuan Ming couldn't see it, but he could feel that the surrounding temperature had risen a little and returned to its original state. However, he was still unable to move.
Although the dead souls no longer harass him, if he cannot escape, being trapped here is not an option. Even if he does not die from the poison, he will most likely die when the Mandrill King returns again.
Yuan Ming thought about it carefully in his mind, and then realized that there was no way at all.
The technique of covering hair is useless for this, and if you forcefully run the Nine Elements Technique, not only will you not be able to resist the poison, but it may also accelerate the poison to rush up to the brain due to the movement, and you will die faster.
As for the incense burner on his arm, it has helped him block soul damage before, but it has never shown its ability to detoxify. I wonder if it will be useful?
But now that there is no other way, Yuan Ming can only hold on to the idea of serving a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and began to try to communicate with the incense burner.
As a little bit of the transferred mana flowed to the place where the incense burner was located on the arm, a little light began to shine there, and a mark of the incense burner appeared. It gradually turned from virtual to real, and a furnace leg had already materialized.
At this time, a strong sense of paralysis suddenly hit him twice, Yuan Ming's magic power was interrupted, and the incense burner on his arm also disappeared again.
The last hope is gone.
Yuan Ming cursed secretly in his heart, but suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.
"Your Excellency just reminded me. I'm very grateful. Can you help me again?" Yuan Ming was not sure if anyone would really hear him, but he still shouted.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was silence all around, and not a single figure responded.
"Since you are warning me, you must not want me to die like this, and... please help me get out of trouble." Yuan Ming continued to shout.
There was still silence all around, with no response at all.
"The nest is new and filled with mud. There is no more hole. How should I cut it off?" The poison spread further, and Yuan Ming's throat began to become paralyzed, his pronunciation began to become distorted, and his words became slurred.
Just when Yuan Ming almost fell into despair, the voice finally came again, still seeming to ring directly in his mind: