He never thought that as soon as his hand touched the statue of Shurasha, the zombie in the coffin would react. He was sitting in the coffin quietly with his eyes closed. When Wushuang's hand touched the statue of Shurasha, that guy's body suddenly came to him.

He made a ninety-degree turn and turned his head in the direction of Shurasha. Wushuang subconsciously hurried away from his angle.

This guy's eyes opened little by little. This was no ordinary big rice dumpling. There was light in his eyes, and his expression was full of reverence and admiration. He stared straight into the eyes of Shurasha.

"Look, do these looks look like those between Dongzi and Boss Ma last night?"

"Yes, that's the look in his eyes. It's exactly the same as Ma Yundong's. Last night, they were not possessed by yellow immortals, but this guy's soul was out of body." Nan Haiyue said.

Nalanhong pulled up his long flowing hair. "Wushuang, this feeling is not very good. We have to get rid of him quickly to avoid causing trouble in a while. He can actually fake corpses during the day. Maybe at night."

What kind of trouble is going on?"

The purpose of his trip was to serve as a technical advisor to the archaeological team. It was already an exception to go deep into the tomb by himself. According to the rules, when he returned, he had to burn incense for the ancestor, ask for the gold-touching talisman again, cut his fingers, and drink blood wine to express his gratitude.

I walked back to the old path and prepared to leave the mountain.

"You guys get out of the way, no matter what kind of monster he is, I will use Kuixing kicks to remove his neck bones first!" Wushuang raised his legs and jumped onto the coffin. The guy's eyes were still staring at Shurasha.

Although his Kuixing kicking skills have not been practiced to the point of being as passionate and innocent as Meihui's, it will definitely not be a problem to deal with these guys who just pretended to be dead. Wushuang is very fast, and with a flash of his body, he bounces up, and his legs are strong

Tie the waist of the corpse tightly, and then use both hands to clasp his arms, so that his two cold withered claws cannot pose a threat to him. Then he loosens his legs and uses this strength to push up.

, the knee immediately touched the most prominent neck bone on the back of the human body.

Na Lanhong and Nan Haiyue are both martial arts practitioners, proficient in all eighteen martial arts, but this is the first time they have encountered such a strange person as Wushuang. He has no foundation in martial arts, so he just judged his acquired research and restored the gold-touching sect.

It's a special skill. Although it's not as powerful as the Yin Yang Saint, the ancestor, it's enough to deal with the big zongzi.

Just as the couple were waiting to hear the cracking sound of the neck bone, the big zongzi suddenly stood up and burst out with a powerful force. Originally, Wushuang's hands had locked the joints of the guy's upper body.

, but his strength was so great that it could not be stopped by human power at all. The huge force caused Wushuang to fly out.

If Nalan Hong's quick eyes and hands hadn't pushed him as he landed, he might have broken his ribs when he fell to the ground. Wushuang rolled a few somersaults on the spot to relieve the inertia, and then the carp stood up again.

"Wushuang, what's going on? It shouldn't be..."

"Hurry! Kill him quickly! This guy is completely awake! He is not an ordinary big rice dumpling. He has white hair growing on the back of his neck!" He yelled regardless of the pain on his body.

Nalanhong had already prepared the gold-wire coiled dragon stick in his hand. He heard a buzzing sound, a strong wind blew away, and the gold-wire coiled dragon stick of more than 100 kilograms accurately hit the back of the guy's head. This

The gold-wire coiled dragon stick is Yehenala's ancestral treasure, and its entire body is made of meteorite iron. Not to mention his dead body, anyone who touches it will probably have his head smashed.

clang clang clang...

When the golden silk dragon stick hit this guy's head, it bounced back. Even though Nalanhong was born with brute force, he was ejected four to five meters away. Finally, he used the golden silk dragon stick to prop up the side of the tomb chamber.

Bi finally stopped, and his hand holding the golden dragon stick was trembling.

He stared blankly at the motionless big rice dumpling, and then at the golden dragon stick in his hand. This is impossible! Absolutely impossible! Is he an indestructible body?

"My dear...what's going on?" Nalanhong's blow just now made his account hurt, so he shook it hard a few times.

"Shuang Ge, look, what is that?" Nan Haiyue pulled her husband away and pointed at the Shurasha statue above her head and said in surprise.

Just now, everyone saw the Shuraksha statue holding a book carved from stone, but in the blink of an eye, the book turned into yellowed paper of old paper, and the book was turning page by page, as they

Seen from this angle, every page is covered with dense ancient Arabic writing. It is hard to imagine that this big white-haired rice dumpling who deceived corpses was actually gaining insight into the notes of the evil god recorded in the ancient scrolls.

He didn't have any intention of taking the initiative to attack. Maybe all his attention was on the scroll now, and he was indifferent to Wushuang and the three of them.

"What exactly is written on it? No, if this continues, I think the three of us will be in danger. Xiaolan, Haiyue, I have a demon in my bag, help me!" Wushuang pulled out a blood-red silk thread from the bag.

Every strand is as thin as a hair, and black blood oozes out when you pull it lightly. This demon-suppressing thing has a long history. It was given to him by Wang Laodao a few years ago. He has never encountered such a difficult problem in all these years.

monster, so it has been useless.

It is said that the hair of nineteen eminent Tibetan monks and great lamas was used to sew the demon, and the black blood was soaked in the blood of black dogs.

The three of them each grabbed a corner. Seeing the white-haired guy absent-mindedly, they threw it over and covered him right in the middle. Subduing the Demon was indeed extraordinary. As soon as the white-haired zombie's body came into contact with Subduing Demon's body, he began to succumb to the demon's body.

White smoke came out, and small blood bubbles burst around the body.

"Don't touch his blood, it's full of corpse poison!" Wushuang shouted.

The guy wanted to struggle, but the devil was specially designed to deal with evil obstacles like his, and he couldn't break through them. He howled in pain, and the sound was as terrifying as a demon in hell. Slowly, the guy's body was absorbed by this treasure.

Bailong was burned by the forceps, and his strength gradually decreased a lot, and his body became sluggish.

Just when he was dying and about to turn into a pool of blood, a ghostly voice came from the tomb. "Those who prevent the gods from passing away will be cursed by the Shurakshas forever! You will all die!!! Die!!! Haha...haha...hum

Hum hum…”

The guy's laughter was very cold, exactly the same as the sound made by Ma Yundong and Boss Ma last night when they were possessed by the evil spirit.

This guy Wushuang has a fearless character and specializes in dealing with all kinds of dissatisfaction. He smiled evilly and cursed: "Curse you! Go back to your hell!"

The clear sound of a zippo lighter... Corpse oil overflowed from the body of the big white-haired rice dumpling. Corpse oil is flammable, and a fire suddenly shot up into the sky and enveloped the monster. As the rotten smell in the tomb became stronger and stronger, it was nearly three hundred years old.
Chapter completed!