Even though she had a look of realization, she actually felt a little proud in the end, and her long light blue hair swayed a few times following her proud movements.
Recalling what Qingliu had said before, about the owner in the white coffin, Rong Xiyue couldn't help but wonder, could it be that this elder was the cause of all that?
"Let the past matter be in the past. If the old guys know that you are resurrected, elder, they will definitely be very happy."
Qingliu was so excited that he completely threw aside the sympathetic emotion he had just faced when facing the white coffin.
Rong Xiyue couldn't help but sigh. Sure enough, the living are king, and the dead can only live in memories at best. Apart from being left with regret and regret, they have no practical significance.
"This is the last place of this ancient tomb. If there are more after me, I don't know. After all, when I came here, this was the last place. Tsk tsk, these treasures
The children are also asleep."
The woman looked indifferent and glanced around a few times, her eyes still full of memories.
When Rong Xiyue listened to this woman calling the various people in the coffins either dry bones or other times babies, she felt a bad feeling in her heart.
"Now that I'm out, there's no need for them to be locked up here. Hey, Xiao Qingliu, do you mind if I take a little more of your blood?"
The woman turned her head and glanced at Qingliu seductively. A person like Qingliu was no match for this woman. She was so fascinated that she didn't know what was going on. She obediently stretched out her hand.
He clenched his fist again, and the blood dripped down.
The woman's hair instantly became like a living thing, catching the dripping blood.
The blood was dyed on the hair, and then, a chanting sound was heard in the closed space. The first half of the tune sounded a little sad, and the second half sounded a little exciting.
Rong Xiyue saw that the woman's mouth had not been opened, and the singing sound was obviously made by the woman ventriloquism.
Her hair at this moment all stood up, and the ends of each hair seemed to be stained with blood. Rong Xiyue and Qingliu looked on. The moment after the chanting ended, the woman's hair suddenly
As soon as he exerted force, all the blood dripped towards the coffins around him.
Seeing this scene, Rong Xiyue's heart skipped a beat again.
Those in the coffins that were on full alert to prevent them from resurrecting were all about to be resurrected at this moment. Rong Xiyue's mood was really complicated.
"How to get out of here?"
After being silent for a long time, she stood up from behind Qing Liude and stood in front of the woman. Her voice was light and she said, "I just want to get out from here. Regarding the matters between you and Qingmen, I ask you to talk about it after you get out."
Bar."
Since the predecessors sealed these elders here, it might not be a good thing for Qingliu to rescue her now. It may not be a good thing for those in charge of Qingmen to find out about her. However, it has nothing to do with her. Anyway, she
The purpose is just to wait for twenty-seven years later, the door to the new world will open again, and go in to find traces of my mother.
The same is true for all goals, which have never changed.
"Little Elf, since you rescued me from that black gold coffin, I will definitely fulfill your wish, but there is no rush."
After the woman ejected all the blood onto the coffins, the hair that stood up on her head slowly became docile again, hanging softly around her side.
She cast a flirtatious look at Rong Xiyue, her light blue eyes showing a kind of indifference.
Rong Xiyue was dubious about her words, but did not fully trust her.
Especially when you hear the various strange coffins displayed around you making a jingling sound at this moment.
She had also seen the visible ice coffins and crystal coffins just now, and they contained some unusual things that seemed unable to be resurrected, such as dead bones.
The next second, there was the sound of the coffins being opened and falling to the ground. Each sound was very dull and loud in this place. The ashes raised by the coffins were also a bit choking.
The corpses that were originally lying in the coffin also sat up from the coffin, and then slowly got up from there.
After Rong Xiyue glanced at it, her eyelids twitched. She also saw a huge skull with a bright green light. What was going on!
That thing can also be resurrected!
Who is this woman in front of me, whom Qingliu calls an elder?
"I am the undead controller."
As if sensing that Rong Xiyue was about to get violent, the woman gently stroked her long hair and glanced at her beloved generals who were very strange to ordinary people.
She was an anomaly among the Qingmen, but the former Qingmen had to rely on her powers, and they loved and respected her, but they didn't expect that they would use so much effort in the end.
I would rather lose both sides than seal her and her beloved generals in the ancient tomb.
"Now, we are no longer in that world. Alas, the people of Qingmen always deceive themselves and others."
The woman murmured to herself, then her expression changed again, "As long as it is undead, even a part of the undead can be used by me to become an independent undead body. The undead who like to assemble powerful magical beasts the most. Some undead
The souls of the broken limbs and remains after death, after being assembled by me, are even more powerful than when they were alive!"
"I have seen the deceased lady."
After hearing this, Rong Xiyue finally understood why the things in the coffins next to them looked like completely dead objects, but they could still be resurrected.
Because dead things are resurrected, but they are still dead. Nothing has changed in this regard.
"I just want to get out of this shitty place."
Rong Xiyue didn't show any fear or flattery in her next sentence.
"If you want to find a treasure, Nami's wand should be the most precious treasure here. Since we are destined, let's walk out of this crappy place together, hahahahahaha!"
The woman completely ignored Rong Xiyue's words and touched her chin as if she had thought of something. She raised her head and laughed wildly.
Qingliu, on the other hand, still looked obsessed and completely trusting.