At the entrance of the tomb in Xiaogushan, Shu Qing and more than 20 men were sitting under the tree to rest. Shu Qing was wearing a lot of clothes, which was much more conservative than when she was with Zhang Yu, and even had a
A blue casual jacket.
The sun has just risen now, but unexpectedly it is drizzling.
"Miss Shu, it's raining..."
A man who was relatively close to Shu Qing said.
Shu Qing raised her head and glanced at the sky. The sun that had just risen began to be slowly obscured by dark clouds. She immediately said: "Look at this, the rain can't stop, let's go down."
"Go down..." The man was a little nervous.
"What's the big deal? It's not like I haven't been down before!" Shu Qing said and stood up.
The man also stood up and said carefully: "Mr. Ye has been down there for a day and a night, and he hasn't come up yet... I don't know, down here..."
"So what!" Shu Qing didn't have the slightest bit of clinging to her when she was next to Zhang Yu. She took the lead and walked along the horse path towards the tomb.
Seeing this, all the men followed him one after another without any hesitation.
They walked all the way to the stone room inside, and with the light of a flashlight, they were able to see the inside clearly.
Later, someone else turned on the electronic lighting they brought, and soon the tomb room became like daylight.
"Let's just wait here..." Shu Qing said very calmly.
…
"Teng!"
Zhang Yu, who was standing next to the coffin, saw black air coming out of the coffin. He quickly backed up and jumped under the stone platform.
The parasol that had been open before was left on the coffin, emitting golden air and attacking the black air that emerged.
The black air flow was quickly suppressed back into the coffin by the golden air flow, and could no longer emerge. The golden air flow also poured into the coffin.
However, only ten seconds later, a creepy voice suddenly sounded in the tomb:
…Woooooo…” “It’s hot… it’s burning me to death… Wuwuwu… it’s burning me to death…” “My intestines are coming out… Why… Wuwuwu… Why… Wu
Woohoo..."...
These sounds were obviously not made by one person. Some were thick, some were thin, and some were sharp. But their voices all contained crying, which sounded so scary.
Zhang Yu and Ye Yao couldn't help but look around, and then something even weirder happened.
Black mist emerged from all the eight carvings on the stone wall, and the black mist was also mixed with red blood mist.
Yin energy and resentment!
It spreads slowly, completely covering the sculpture.
"boom!"
There was another loud bang, coming from the direction of the door.
Zhang Yu and Ye Yao looked again, and saw that the stone door that was originally open was closed. This scene seemed familiar, the same as last time.
"Did it trigger the mechanism here... What should we do..." Ye Yao's voice trembled this time, and her body pressed against Zhang Yu.
Zhang Yu quickly turned to look at the coffin. The golden airflow from the parasol was still pouring into the coffin, seeming to have the upper hand.
He hesitated for a moment, then came to the stone platform again, then walked to the other side, reached out to the coffin lid, and pushed it hard. He wanted to push the coffin lid up first. After all, in this case, they had to split up.
Blocking is the best option. In addition, the coffin lid is probably some kind of mechanism. After closing, it may be temporarily safe.
Unfortunately, Zhang Yu unexpectedly discovered that the coffin lid was much heavier than when he pushed it open before. It even seemed to be welded to the coffin and could not be pushed at all.
"Why can't I push it?" Zhang Yu shouted with a frown.
"How dare you push the coffin away? I think you two are really tired of living... Originally I planned to play with you for a while, but since you are so anxious to die... then don't blame me..."
A gloomy voice suddenly sounded.
This voice sounded a bit familiar. Zhang Yu immediately shouted, wasn't it coming from the red shadow that had been punched out of Wei Zi's body earlier?
Zhang Yu turned his head and looked towards the source of the sound. There was a red shadow just where he entered the door. Among the red shadow, there was a person standing vaguely.
However, Zhang Yu couldn't see this person's face at all.
"What sound...this sound...we just heard it..." Ye Yao, who was under the stone platform, said more and more nervously.
"Don't be afraid!" Zhang Yu didn't care about the coffin lid, jumped off the stone platform, took out the money knife in his left hand, and shot at the red shadow.
"call out!"
"There were two moments..."
"brush……"
Along with the gloomy voice, the red shadow disappeared along the gap of the stone door. Although the speed of the money knife was fast, it was still not as fast as the red shadow's escape. With a "dang" sound, the money knife hit the stone door hard.
Above it, it flew backwards.
Zhang Yu thought, and the money knife quickly returned to his palm. He looked around again, and saw more Yin Qi and resentment emerging from the stone walls in the tomb, and flowing towards the coffin.
Not only that, there are also figures of people in the black and red airflow.
Near the door, on the left and right sides are a headless figure and a figure reaching out to grab his own intestines. From these two figures, there is a voice, "Give me my head...Give me my head..."
"I want to put my intestines back... Wuwuwu... You killed me..."
On the left side of the tomb, there are two figures. One is crawling with only his upper body, and the other figure seems to be dripping with blood. Both figures also make a sound, "Give me my legs...Give me my legs...
…” “Give me back my skin…Give me back my skin…”
The right side of the tomb is the same. Two figures, one seems to be full of flames, and the other seems to have a long tongue sticking out, "Fire, fire... I don't want to be burned to death... I want revenge... I want revenge."
..." "It hurts me so much...it hurts...I want to strangle you to death...I want to strangle you to death..."
At the back of the tomb, a figure was crawling on the ground, and another figure was struggling with his teeth and claws. They were both approaching the coffin, making a sad voice, "My waist was broken by you... I can't stand anymore."
Get up...I want to kill you...I want to kill you..." "Oil...oil...I want you to die...I want your death to be more painful..."
There were such sounds everywhere, and Zhang Yu and Ye Yao were a little bit depressed. Ye Yao was holding the pistol in both hands, and her whole body was trembling. She seemed to want to shoot, but she didn't know where to shoot.
Because she couldn't see the mist and figures at all. Precisely because she couldn't see them, she felt even more terrifying.
Zhang Yu, who could see everything, felt anxious in his heart. What is this?
At the same time, he also realized that those carvings were not carved casually, there really was a secret behind them.
