Chapter three hundred and ninety seventh magical baby
The three of them all had a difficult start. Xu Zhi entered and fell into the wreck of the ghost ship. More than 20 or 30 ghost ghosts rushed towards them screaming, while Shang Qianqiu fell directly in the middle of the water and almost lost all his belongings.
As for the king of kings, he entered the ruins and fell into a pit of monsters. Unlike Xu Zhi, he appeared in an ancient house.
"That place is a haunted house. It's so big. I even got lost. It was spooky and scary. There were coffins everywhere. It made me panic. The most troublesome thing is that occasionally a vampire monster would jump out of some coffins."
The king of kings paused and pointed to the large scar on his neck.
"Here, I was accidentally bitten by that monster, which almost sucked all my blood away. Fortunately, I listened to your words and brought two flamethrowers. I shot him in the head and pressed him down. He was dead.
, I burned myself too.”
Regarding the injury of the King of Kings, Xu Zhi didn't know what to say. In short, it was good to be alive.
"In that haunted house, there is a very luxurious coffin, and I even found a treasure inside. Look."
The King of Kings dug into his trouser pocket and took out a small skull statue dressed in black. The statue was in an old-fashioned color, and the eerie feeling that came from it made Xu Zhi shiver.
"As long as I touch this statue, I feel calm and can no longer get excited. I feel it is quite useful, so I put it in my inner pocket."
Xu Zhi touched it with his hand. The statue was unusually cold. The king of kings was right. As long as he touched the statue, he couldn't get excited even if he wanted to. He threw the statue to Shang Qianqiu, and the girl fell silent immediately.
Tears began to fall from his eyes.
"What's wrong with you?"
"I don't know what's going on, but when I think about being so useless, I want to cry, and then I can't stop crying."
Shang Qianqiu was holding the small statue, crying, looking at it, and wiping his tears.
After Xu Zhi grabbed the statue, the girl calmed down slightly and wiped away her tears.
"Xu Zhi, why are you crying?"
"I cried, just kidding, how could I cry? I just thought about the dead old man, eh, I really shed tears."
Xu Zhi shed tears and threw the statue back to the king of kings.
"This thing is really evil"
"Yes, wuwuwu, didn't you see that my voice changed after I cried for a long time?"
The weeping statue of the king of kings was put back into his pocket, and the three of them looked at each other. It was really rare for a relic product like this to be able to make people cry.
"As long as you don't want to be sad, you won't cry. Just thinking about it can magnify the sadness infinitely. When I just thought about the treasure that was taken away, my heart hurt so much."
"Were you robbed?"
"I can't say it was a robbery. When I opened the coffin lid, I saw this statue on the mummy. It was also wearing a cloak. The fur was shimmering. It was so beautiful. I peeled it off directly."
The king of kings wiped away his tears and pointed in the direction of the tomb.
"After I peeled off the cloak from the mummy, the burned area suddenly started to hurt so much that I fainted. Then two peach pickers came from behind and took my cloak away. But they were kind-hearted.
, got me outside the haunted house, woke me up again, and didn’t let me die inside.”
"Those two guys said that the cloak is life money and they don't owe each other anything."
After he finished speaking, there was no annoyance on his face, just a little bit of distress. After all, the statuette was so magical, so there was no reason why the cloak couldn't be even more magical.
"Buying and selling by force, forget it, just live."
This kind of thing can't be said to be right or wrong. The other party didn't try to take advantage of him, which can be regarded as a good character. After all, this is a ruins where even dead people cannot be traced.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuah, yes, although I'm a little unwilling, it's pretty good that I survived. Fortunately, I put this little statue in my trouser pocket and they didn't search me."
The King of Kings thought about his sadness and began to wipe his tears again.
"I'll save this statue of yours first. It's too annoying. How long have you been crying? Don't you want to put it somewhere else?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu If you don't leave it with you, if you have to run for your life, the treasure will be lost again, and you won't be able to get it back."
"I can't tell you're quite careful. You keep holding this, it's so hard, oooooooooo, I'll save my stuff."
Xu Zhi threw the statue into the dream world, and the three of them finally returned to normal.
He also took a special look at the introduction of this baby.
Ancient Imprisoned Spirit: Anyone who comes into close contact with the statue will have a 100% chance that their high morale will be reduced to a state of despair, a 50% chance of causing them to become depressed, and a 30% chance of causing them to burst into tears.
"The person who made this treasure is so idle."
Xu Zhi asked sadly, what is the meaning of creating such a treasure? Should we all hug it together and cry for a while, or use it to mourn? This is very close to Gu Baobao's supernatural talent.
In short, no one who gets this treasure will be very happy.
"Are you feeling better?"
Xu Zhi finished wiping his eyeballs and looked at the two of them with red eyes.
"I feel great now. Do you have some canned meat?"
Shang Qianqiu was the first to regain her vitality. Her body had been relying on nutrient energy fluids throughout the day and she had not eaten yet.
"Do you have any water? My throat is dry from crying. I left my backpack in the ghost house and haven't had a drink of water for a long time."
The king of kings licked his chapped lips, looked at Shang Qianqiu with empty hands, and then at Xu Zhi, who was only holding a stick. His eyes were much darker, so he would drink some air first.
"If we survive until tomorrow, we probably won't die."
"Here, eat, yours, drink some water first, then eat the meat."
Xu Zhi lowered his head for a few seconds, took out the spare dry goods from the dream world, and distributed them to the two of them.
"Zhi, Brother Zhi, that's great. You are the savior in my life. Oh my god, I'm dying of thirst."
The king of kings, the cow, took the water and drank for a long time, until his belly was stretched out, and then he screamed in comfort.
"After drinking such a large can, you have never drank water in your life."
Shang Qianqiu took a bite of the canned meat. She had just entered the ruins and soaked in the water for a day and a night. She drank a lot of water. She was almost the opposite extreme of the king of kings.
"The space where the troops are hidden is used to store water and food. Brother Zhi, do you really have an idea? Do you also have a tent in it?"
"Think of me as an omnipotent cat, no."
Xu Zhi rolled his eyes. The old aunts would not put down more tents in batches. They still had basic judgments. If Xu Zhi applied for three or five tents to be brought into the ruins, they would feel that there was something wrong with Xu Zhi's brain and that they needed to
reported upwards.
"Let's find a better place first. Not only to protect against monsters, we should at least have a few baffles to prevent light leakage."
"Yes, yes, you need a light at night. It's pitch dark. If a vampire comes and sucks you on your neck, I feel so panicked."
The king of kings was still frightened, and the shadow in his heart was not light. Shang Qianqiu also nodded fiercely. She was also afraid of the torment in the dark night. Tossing in the dark water all night was not only physical torture, but also mental torture.
Everyone's journey was very magical. We found a good place, settled down, had enough food and drinks, and talked about each other's experiences.
"Tsk, I can't tell, Miss Shang, you are really lucky."
The king of kings is extremely envious. Xu Zhi and Shang Qianqiu are exploring the ruins. There are dragons and lichs. They were killed in a battle and came back to life. No matter how it sounds, it is a bit unreal. If these two guys are not familiar with each other,
The king of kings will definitely punch him.
"You are such a bastard, telling fairy tales and fooling children."
As his mind was racing, he suddenly heard three loud bang bang bang sounds coming from the distance.
"Someone set off a cannon."
Imprisoned Spirit: Invalidates the positive morale of both the enemy and ourselves on the battlefield, that is, the morale of the troops cannot be high, but it can be low. (Original version) Note: Some treasures and magic will have slight magic changes, or the descriptions will be simpler and more popular