Just as the two of them were gazeing nervously, a squeaking sound came from the dark hole, and a gray-black little mouse crawled out of the hole, and then ran to the side in panic.

"Wow..." After seeing that it was a mouse, the old man relaxed.

But Zuo Qingcang, who was standing beside him, frowned and asked, "Does you just rely on eating rat meat when you survive here?"

"No, I'm eating something else, and there are no mice in this tomb..." Before he finished speaking, he and Zuo Qingcang had already reacted at the same time and looked at the dark little hole.

‘There is no rat, which means the first hole leads to the outside?’

Just as the two of them thought of this at the same time, with a whoosh, a transparent tentacle had already emerged from the hole, instantly rolled up the mouse and absorbed it back.

It was indeed absorbed. The transparent tentacles looked like some kind of light green mucus, wrapping the rolled up mouse all at once. The mouse seemed to be thrown into a small water tank and then struggled hard.

But no matter how hard he struggled, he could not get out of the transparent mucus. Instead, more and more mucus drilled out of the hole, like a ball of green paste, wrapping the entire mouse deep.

At the same time, the bricks were also opened by the mucus tape, making giggling sounds. Zuo Qingcang and the old man can see them now. The sounds turned out to be the sounds made by various bones hitting the ground.

In the blink of an eye, mucus no longer emerged from the entrance of the cave. The monster in front of me had turned into a light green transparent mucus about the size of a stove. It was visible to the naked eye and was soaked in it with many bones, carrion, internal organs, and other corpses.

"What the hell is this?" Zuo Qingcang asked in a low voice as they stepped back.

"This... this is..." The old man said with a pale face and trembling all over, "This is a corpse monster! It is the first time I have seen it. It is said that this thing must be where the monks die to be generated. It is said that it was caused by the spiritual riot in the corpse after the death of a person. I thought it was just a legend..."

In the Central Plains Cultivation Sect, the spiritual power in humans may be considered different from any kind of spiritual power in the world because of humans’ claim to be the spirit of all things. And this kind of corpse monster often appears in the cemetery of the cultivator.

Seeing the mouse struggling in the transparent mucus of the corpse monster, but its hair was gradually dissolved, Zuo Qingcang's pupils shrank and he hurriedly asked, "Does this thing be eaten by humans?"

"I don't know. I heard it as a legend, so I shouldn't eat it..."

Just as the two were talking, a piece of mucus suddenly bulged on the body of the corpse monster, and it could be seen vaguely. It seemed to be a human face full of sorrow, resentment and anger. The human face was purely composed of mucus, and the so-called eyes and mouth were just empty.

Seeing the face turning and looking at the locations of the two of them, Zuo Qingcang's face darkened and asked, "Do you know how to deal with this thing? I think he seems to be interested in us."

"I don't know, but legend says that the corpse monster is formed by the corpse of a cultivator and the spiritual power in the corpse. It is the most yin and evil thing in the world. It should be able to control it with the most stubborn and yang."

When Zuo Qingcang heard what the old man said, he frowned. It was like not saying that they were in the underground tomb chamber now, where were they looking for something that was so strong that they were. He stared at the corpse monster tightly and saw the grimace that the other party vomited constantly.

He said again, "By the way, aren't you good at Taoism? Where is your blink of an eye?" Zuo Qingcang was about to ask the old man to ignite the corpse monster and try it out, but then he thought again, he didn't know if the fire could deal with the monster in front of him, but if it couldn't deal with it, it would be troublesome if it would irritate him.

Looking at the empty eyes of the corpse monster in front of him, Zuo Qingcang suddenly thought: "This thing has no eyes, and it shouldn't be seen by this eye. And if he had been staying in the darkness underground, he might not even rely on vision to perceive prey, would he rely on hearing?'

Just as the two were thinking, the corpse monster suddenly moved. He was like a large rolling mud, attacking rapidly at the location where the two were. The bones and various fragments in his body hit the ground from time to time, making a giggling sound.

The old man shouted, turned his head and ran to the gap when he came, but Zuo Qingcang grabbed it tightly and ran in another direction.

"What are you doing! Let me go!"

"Calm down, the gap is too narrow. Once we escape, we will walk too slowly, but the body of this corpse monster can be deformed at will without being affected by the terrain and will be caught up."

The speed of the corpse monster seemed much faster than his appearance, so he took advantage of the time when the two of them were talking and had already arrived within five meters behind them. Zuo Qingcang pushed the old man hard, ran to the other side, shouting: "Run between the two sides! Don't stop!"

Seeing the old man and Zuo Qingcang running left and right, the corpse monster actually let out an angry roar, and then a sound like a tearing cloth sounded. The corpse monster also divided into two groups and chased Zuo Qingcang and the old man respectively.

When Zuo Qingcang heard the strange sound and roar, he ran forward without looking back until he could not feel the movement behind him. He turned around and looked at it, and found that the corpse monster was not as fast as it was at the beginning. It was thrown away by him for more than ten meters.

‘After the separation of the body tissues, there was no death. Is this corpse monster a certain collective creature…’

The next moment, he tried to run into the shadow of the burial room, but the changes in light and darkness seemed to be affected at all for the corpse monster. Instead, Zuo Qingcang himself had to be careful of the changes in the terrain and the burial vessels in the dark, and the speed became slower.

Thinking of the two men's whispering in front of the corpse monster, Zuo Qingcang said in his heart: "It turns out that it's not using vision, but acting through hearing?"

Thinking of this, he grabbed a jar on the side of the road and threw it hard to the side. There was a crisp sound, followed by a series of thumping sounds in the burial room. I don’t know how many burial vessels the jar had broken, and the corpse monster’s body stopped directly.

On the other hand, Zuo Qingcang was throwing off the jar and lying on the ground. He held his breath and his body remained motionless, trying not to make any sounds.

After doing this, Zuo Qingcang stared at the motionless corpse monster, ready to jump up and run away at any time.

However, the corpse monster hesitated for a while, as if he was sensing something, and finally ran towards the direction where the jar fell, and never looked at the location where Zuo Qingcang was again.

After a sigh of relief, Zuo Qingcang slowly climbed up and walked gently towards the direction where the old man was running. Zuo Qingcang, hiding in the dark, could hear the old man's shouts, the roar of the corpse monster, and the sound of the burial objects being knocked out from time to time.

When he arrived, the old man's lower body was completely wrapped in the mucus of the corpse monster. He kept struggling to get rid of the mucus, but it was useless. The corpse monster was like a huge cell, constantly devouring the old man in front of him. This attack method, even if the old man struggled even harder, no matter how strong he was, it would be useless.

Zuo Qingcang could imagine that after the old man was completely wrapped in mucus, he was like a fish in a fish tank. He eventually gradually suffocated and died, and was digested and decomposed by the corpse monster.

However, while the old man struggled, his eyes closed and opened from time to time. Every time he opened, he could see a small amount of Mars lit up on the surface of the corpse monster. Every time Mars lit up, the corpse monster would scream, but the Mars was too weak. Every time it appeared, it would be extinguished by the corpse monster with mucus.

But seeing this, Zuo Qingcang's eyes lit up: "This thing seems to be afraid of fire, but the old man's Taoist technique is too weak. It's okay to scare people with this move of fire in the blink of an eye, and he can't burn the other party to death."

At this moment, another corpse monster appeared. It seemed that he was attracted by the old man's struggle and rushed towards the old man's head as soon as he appeared.

Seeing the corpse monster that appeared again, the old man's face changed, and a crazy look of fear appeared in his eyes. He shouted: "Save me! Come and save me!"

His body shook violently, but he could not shake off the mucus in his lower body. Even his legs seemed to be wrapped in a piece of jelly, and he could not move. He could only watch another corpse monster rushing towards his body. Despair gradually appeared in his eyes.

After more than ten seconds, the back of his head was covered with mucus. Another corpse monster had begun to slowly cover his head. The old man could clearly feel the disgusting mucus flowing on his head, and even a strong smell of corrupt substances kept drilling into the old man's nostrils.

His feet were still struggling, but there was no other effect except for touching all kinds of hair and bones that had been broken into half. Even his hands were tied up with mucus, and he felt that his hands seemed to touch the dead mouse that had been before.

Just when he was desperate, in the dark, a figure more than two meters high suddenly rushed towards his direction.

‘Giant?’ Just as he was thinking this, the figure had already walked out of the darkness. It was Zuo Qingcang. The so-called "two meters" was because he was holding a mummy in his hands and was rushing towards the old man's position.

The old man looked closely and found that the man-headed and bird-body in the crystal coffin before the mummy came, Zuo Qingcang shouting: "Immediate! Immediate!"

After the old man blinked, a little spark caught on the mummy. The next moment, the mummy that had experienced artificial dryness and two thousand years of life and had no moisture on his body had become the best firewood.

With a bang, a large pot of flames burned on the mummy body, and thick black smoke kept coming out. Zuo Qingcang slapped the mummy on the body of the corpse monster.

The next moment, a tragic roar sounded, and the corpse monster had already thrown away the old man and retreated crazily.

Zuo Qingcang rushed up and smashed the burning mummy on the corpse monster again. The mummy broke into countless pieces and fell into the body of the corpse monster. Zuo Qingcang pounced on him again and threw the still burning body in his hand into the body of another corpse monster.

A few minutes later, the two of them gasped and looked at the disappearing corpse monster. Only two balls of black scorched marks and black residue were left on the ground.
Chapter completed!