By the time Huang Yu arrived in Qingjiang City, it was already ten minutes past midnight.
As soon as he arrived, there were several people waiting here. Like him, these people were 'temporary workers' in the antique trading market.
"If you don't come, we'll leave first."
The leading man threw the almost finished cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out. Several other people also got on the bus one after another, leaving a place for Huang Yu in the back row.
Huang Yu didn't say anything and followed them into the jeep.
The car started quickly, and the location of the cemetery was a farmer's home in the countryside.
For ordinary people, no matter what changes occur in the outside world, it has little to do with them. What they care most about is still their three meals a day. Devils and other things spread under the official blockade.
It is not widely known, and many people think it is feudal superstition. At least this is the case in this land of New China, otherwise Wu Chong, a sister with a body, would not have the same view as before.
"The purpose was discovered yesterday when the villagers were digging a well."
The middle-aged man in the passenger seat in front said.
This time they wanted to steal the contents of Prince Duan's tomb before the authorities did, and the risk was even higher than normal tomb robbing.
"The official blocked the entrance and exit this morning. It took me a lot of effort to find this road. When the mission is over, my credit must be counted one more point than yours."
As he spoke, the middle-aged man glanced at the others.
No one responded, so it seemed like they had acquiesced.
The car continued to drive forward. After walking for a while, the driver turned the steering wheel and changed direction. The car drove from the main road into a muddy path next to it.
Without the middle-aged man's voice, the car seemed particularly depressing.
These people are all controlled by the market, and no one is in the mood to chat when everything is precarious.
The jeep bumped along the country road. This road was not used by cars at all. I don’t know how this group of people found it. After walking for about twenty minutes, the car went directly into the mountain. This car should
It has been specially modified, otherwise it would not be so durable.
"Do you know why the market needs so many antiques? With the market's capabilities, there is no need to use these small things..." Huang Yu suddenly asked.
These people have been "temporary workers" for longer than him, so they might know something.
"Don't ask for the secrets of the market."
Before Huang Yu could finish speaking, the middle-aged man in the front passenger seat interrupted the topic.
I saw him turning back to look at Huang Yu and speaking word by word.
"It will kill people."
Huang Yu was silent. Seeing the blank expressions of others, he suddenly felt that there was no hope in his life.
Finally, the car arrived at its destination.
The group picked up the tools and got out of the car. Judging from their skillful movements, this was not the first time they had stolen ancient tombs for the market. This also deepened Huang Yu's speculation. The market is not invincible, and it also needs to follow certain rules.
A rule!
After entering the tomb passage, the middle-aged man opened the way in front.
He had already been here once before, so it was no problem to lead the way. But as he walked, he felt something was wrong.
"It's getting foggy?"
Why is there fog inside the tomb?
This strange change made him stop subconsciously, and at the same time he spoke as a reminder.
"Be careful, this place..."
As soon as he said the words, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Looking back, he found that he was the only one left in the passage. All the people who went to the tomb with him before had disappeared. He was the only one in the dark passage.
The sound of breathing.
'Incubus demon? Why does it appear here!'
The middle-aged man tremblingly took out the market mark, hoping that this thing could help him survive the disaster before him.
But before he could lift his feet, the mural on the wall of the passage suddenly came to life. A glutton jumped out from the wall, its smelly mouth pounced on it like a lion.
"Rare..."
Katcha!
The Taotie on the mural took one bite, and the middle-aged man was bitten in half before he could even finish his words. The Taotie on the mural didn't forget to "clean up", and stuck out a roll of his tongue, cutting off the remaining half of the middle-aged man's body.
It was also eaten. Only one copper coin was left, which rolled out and fell into the corner of the passage.
The 'talisman' given by this antique trading market is of no use at all.
How can you trust something from a profiteer?
Huang Yu in the passage was the second one to feel something was wrong. He was too familiar with the aura of the dream demon.
"Incubus Demon!"
Huang Yu stopped and raised the flashlight.
In the mist, he could vaguely see the figures of other teammates in front of him, but he did not chase after him. Instead, he carefully stepped back. In the thirty years of being chased by the Dream Demon, he had encountered too many similar scenes.
.
teammate?
Are those things really teammates?
Just after taking a few steps back, I hit a wall. The passage from which I came originally disappeared and turned into a wall.
Tread...
The strange footsteps appeared again.
It came from behind, but there was clearly a wall behind!
"Huang Yu, what are you doing? Come here quickly." The 'teammates' in the mist seemed to sense something was wrong. They stopped and started waving at him.
But Huang Yu didn't dare to go there.
Because he hadn't told the middle-aged man his name since he got in the car. The same goes for the others. They, a group of 'temporary workers', didn't even have a name in the antique trading market, but now the teammates in front of him can call him out accurately.
With his name, you don't need to think about it to know that there is a big problem.
Perhaps sensing the problem, the 'teammate' in front of him who waved his arms a few times stopped, and his figure also lost its movement.
Several 'people' stood motionless in the mist.
At this time, the footsteps behind him got closer.
There were 'teammates' blocking the way in front, and there were unknown pursuers behind. Huang Yu subconsciously glanced at the mark given to him by the market trader, hoping that this thing could make a big difference and break the scene in front of him. But it was obviously him.
After thinking too much, the mark is still the same as before, with no signs of manifestation at all.
"Can't bet!"
Huang Yu gritted his teeth and chose to move forward.
Although he guessed that the antique trading market would not let him die casually, guesses were just guesses after all. He only had one life, and no one dared to bet on it.
He walked forward along the passage for about thirty meters.
As he got closer, the backs of the teammates in front of him became clearer, and the fog disappeared.
'It's those people in the car before.'
Huang Yu made a simple distinction and saw the marks of the antique trading market on these people. This was the mark of another demon. Theoretically speaking, demons did not bother to imitate the abilities of other demons. They seemed to have an unknown pride. , this kind of pride is engraved in their souls.
Out of caution, Huang Yu did not approach them.
Regardless of whether these people are former teammates or not, they are now potential sources of danger. Because normal people will not stand here motionless. The most likely possibility is that all of them are dead and their bodies have been used by the Dream Demon.
"Huang Yu, what are you writing on?"
Just when Huang Yu was about to avoid them and leave, his teammates who had been silent suddenly spoke.
The man suddenly turned around and faced Huang Yu.
"That's it! It's a waste of time."
"This is a slacking off of market tasks."
"You are fishing for money..."
All teammates turned their heads and faced Huang Yu.