"According to my divination, this expedition should not be very dangerous..."
Inside the remains of the Sothos Mausoleum.
Aaron walked out of the corridor and saw the huge underground building.
Two rows of strange statues are spread on both sides of the corridor, extending towards the end.
The surrounding walls were decorated with strange tiles and reliefs, giving him a sense of familiarity.
"The spirituality of 'Yao'... This huge building is built with precious spiritual materials inside, and... they are all biased towards 'Yao'... The rags that 'Beast' sold to me before undoubtedly came from here...
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When Aaron looked around, he couldn't even see the end of this underground space, and he couldn't help but sigh that there were many big dogs among his descendants.
He held a lantern in one hand and put his other hand in his pocket, seemingly strolling leisurely.
Not long after walking, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Who? Don't you know that exploration has stopped now? Could it be that my pocket watch is broken and it's already noon outside?"
A man wearing labor uniforms and holding a lantern walked out of the darkness. When he saw Aaron, his expression was obviously startled.
"One of our own!"
A smile appeared on Aaron's face, but with extremely fast movements, his right hand drew the gun and fired!
All actions are completed in less than one second.
Bang!
Before the man opposite him could react, he was shot in the forehead.
The 'brilliant bullet''s damage to the resentful soul was not apparent, but the lethality of ordinary bullets alone was enough to make this low-level extraordinary person's head explode and he fell down.
"Is the large-scale exploration at noon? It seems to be as I guessed..."
Aaron did not take back the revolver, but fired another shot behind him with his backhand.
Bang!
A wraith with an illusory body shape that had just poked its head out of the wall was hit, and its whole body burst into dazzling light, instantly turning into a puddle of powder and falling down.
"The guards here are probably all kinds of resentful spirits... So a lot of 'Yo' materials are used around the tomb to build it into a cage for the spirit bodies? At the same time, they use their long-lasting characteristics to serve as tomb guards.
Agency to deal with tomb robbers?"
Aaron stepped forward, casually inspected the body of the unlucky guy, and took out a silver dagger, which was also coated with ointment that could kill spirits.
"Although the 'Red' Extraordinaries are powerful in physical combat, they are somewhat helpless against spiritual bodies. No wonder they have to purchase related items in large quantities... Where do they get so much money?"
Regardless of silver weapons or various exorcism items, they are not cheap goods.
Aaron was a little surprised, but he continued to delve deeper.
In the tombs on this level, there are a large number of auxiliary tombs, which contain various funerary objects and human skeletons.
Occasionally, you can see destroyed institutions, which should be done by the people above.
"It's a pity... If Clark were here, he would probably be so excited that he almost fainted... I can't tell which period this architectural style belongs to..."
Aaron looked at a relief sculpture, clicked his tongue in wonder, and made a clear sound.
"roar!"
In the darkness, a figure rushed over. His hands had turned into sharp claws like wild beasts, his eyes were red, and he seemed to have good dark vision.
The claws of the beast-like attacker seemed to tear Aaron apart, but they cut through a shadow in vain.
Bang!
There was a gunshot in the darkness, his head exploded, and his body fell to the ground.
"idiot!"
Aaron's true body walked out of the darkness. Just now, he deliberately created an phantom like himself, making sounds to attract the target.
At this time, he suddenly touched his eyebrows.
His intuition told him that a wave of danger was approaching.
"Pursuing soldiers?"
Aaron did not move forward and hid in an attached tomb group nearby.
"Damn it, that intruder killed Gaiweis again!"
A moment later, several Beyonders hurried over. The leader was a two-meter-tall strong man. He roared: "He must be in front, chase after me!"
The next moment, the phantom controlled by Aaron emerged from the darkness, holding a revolver, aiming at these people and shooting one after another.
These extraordinary people immediately and subconsciously made evasive movements.
This is also Aaron's plan, to scare away these pursuers through phantom sounds, so that they can be defeated one by one.
But at the same time, there was a sudden tingling sensation between his eyebrows, and he felt a strong sense of danger!
Aaron turned around and rolled without hesitation, and there was a loud noise from where he was, and a tall figure stood there, it was the strong white man.
"How did you find me?"
Aaron stood up, raised his hand and fired, the target was the strong man.
The opponent crossed his hands and blocked his head, chest and other vital parts, leaving a bloody hole on his arm.
"I know Wood's ring... and Phantom has no smell! I have memorized your scent... I will tear you apart, tear you into pieces!"
The strong man's nails became sharp and pierced into his arm. He grabbed a dark bullet that was stuck in the bone and became twisted, and showed a ferocious smile.
'This guy...should have the third level of essence!'
‘‘Red’ Beyonders have reached the third level of origin, and their bodies are no longer afraid of damage from ordinary bullets except for their vital organs...’
Aaron's heart moved, and he rolled behind a pile of rubble to avoid the gun attacks of several other Beyonders.
Bang bang!
The pile of stones where he was hiding was set on fire, with numerous dents being made and lime splattering.
"I'm going to kill him myself!"
The big white man roared angrily and rushed towards the pile of rocks.
After the pile of rocks, Aaron was a little speechless: "The horror of 'dirty bullets' is that the sequelae are severe and difficult to cure... In the fierce battle, the effect of mental pollution does not seem to be great... Moreover, it becomes cruel
Bloodthirsty and even schizophrenia don’t seem to affect combat..."
While he was thinking, the strong white man had already rushed in front of him.
It has to be said that as an Extraordinary in the 'Red' realm, and one who has been promoted to the third level, Aaron has no chance of winning in a hand-to-hand fight.
"Light!"
Aaron uttered a word and summoned a dazzling light source, causing the rushing beast to lose sight in an instant.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, he aimed the revolver at the strong man and fired again!
"I said...it's useless. A few minor injuries will only make me more excited!"
Although the strong man lost his vision, he protected his vital parts almost as a conditioned reflex, preparing to wait until the light passed before tearing that hateful guy apart!
At the same time, he also felt something strange. Although it was not too painful, there was a strange feeling spreading around his wound.
In fact, there seemed to be another voice in his mind, which gradually dulled his spirituality, as if it was contaminated...
After taking the second shot, the feeling of confusion and nausea became even more serious.
Scenes of illusions appeared in front of the strong man's eyes, as if he had just been promoted or had eaten too much, and his own spirituality was disordered!
"No! There's something wrong with the bullet!"
He immediately activated a crimson talisman on his body, which represented a kind of blessing that could forcibly suppress all negative states and wait until the time limit was over before breaking out again!
At this time, Aaron had already fired the second shot!
The sixth bullet fell on the strong man!
It was an ‘evil cursed bullet’ with three-dimensional black symbols and evil patterns on its surface!
As soon as the hit hit, the strong man's body felt cold, his teeth chattered, and even his thinking fell into stagnation...
On his body, an illusory shadow wearing aristocratic clothing and with multiple blood-colored cuts appeared and merged with him.
"Save...me..."
Fear and pleading appeared in the eyes of the strong man. He grabbed his neck with both hands and turned it 180 degrees, making a heart-breaking sound of bone cracking...