There was a faint ringing of silver bells in the ears, a staggering figure in the eyes, and the feeble light.
The heavy snow is still falling.
Not long after walking outside, a frozen river appeared in front of us. The natural and harmonious undulations of the waves could still vaguely recognize the original majesty of the river.
The corpse puppet's heavy footsteps made heavy footsteps on the ice,
After walking for a while, he mechanically turned around and walked into the cave where the river originally flowed.
The temperature inside the cave is better than the biting cold wind outside.
In this cave where the river was originally flowing, the terrain turned out to be quite complicated.
But for Wang Chen, he can still remember the path clearly.
Because as a hunter, identifying directions in the jungle is a basic skill.
The cold, cave wall covered with stalactites and full of weathered atmosphere was like two closed hands, making the light in the zombie's hand brighter, so that Wang Chen could occasionally see fish frozen in the river.
This place is like a natural refrigerator. If you can't find food one day, you can come here to cut through the ice and take out the frozen fish. You can easily survive the winter.
After walking inside for a while, traces of manual excavation appeared on both sides of the cave, and a pair of thick and regular fine irons appeared symmetrically on the left and right rock walls, covered with rust.
These thick fine irons were like rails nailed to the rock wall, extending out in steps. When they approached the top of the cave, Wang Chen noticed that on both sides of the cave wall, there were neatly and symmetrically placed
Each coffin has been weathered into disarray by the erosion of water vapor and the wind brought by the flow of the river.
It looks like this is a secret tomb.
Following the corpse puppet, he continued to move forward, and after a while, he arrived at the bottom of the coffin.
In the jungle, hunters will have accidents every day, or they will miss, or they will be killed by stray beasts.
Wang Chen once had a good friend in Huangpo Village. Unfortunately, he accidentally encountered a strange beast, an iron-backed bear, and was torn apart. It was Wang Chen who picked it up and barely patched it up for burial.
He was used to seeing life and death, and the coffin did not frighten him.
However, the ends of these coffins really made him feel a little strange.
There are seven or forty-nine coffins extending neatly and symmetrically from left to right.
Wang Chen counted clearly.
And just at the end, on the left is a ruby-like coffin, which emits a hazy red light but does not bring any warmth.
On the right, however, was a white jade coffin. The lid of the coffin had slipped aside. In other words, the entire coffin was open.
"Is this a tomb robbery?" He was secretly vigilant and carefully noted the route. A hunting dagger had been secretly revealed in his hand, leaving deep marks on a stalactite.
This move left an undetectable sound, but as if the corpse puppet sensed something, it suddenly stopped moving, and then slowly turned around.
Wang Chen originally thought that his voice had alerted the corpse puppet, but he did not expect that a faint green light shone slightly on the cave wall not far behind him.
Holding the scimitar in his hand tighter, Wang Chen looked sideways and saw a woman wearing loose white clothes standing on the wall of the cave, with her back to him, and her black hair hanging down to her waist.
Wang Chen's pupils shrank slightly, and while secretly screaming, the corpse puppet suddenly knelt down slowly in front of the woman.
The stiff bones of the corpse made a crunching sound that was heart-breaking, as if even after countless years of death, one could not escape the deep fear imprinted deep in his instincts.
At the same time, the woman slowly turned around.
Wang Chen ran away immediately, not even curious about what she looked like.
Are you kidding? He is just a hunter, not a witcher!
He had no idea what kind of existence this well-dressed woman was, but the coldness that seemed to penetrate his soul gave him the intuition that as long as the woman turned around, he would stay here forever.
This branch cave was very steep and covered with a thick layer of ice. If he didn't check it for a moment, he slipped and fell down.
He lowered his head, protected the vital parts of his chest with his hands, and retracted his feet together.
Without a light source, he couldn't feel any existence. Only the wind rushing past his ears made him feel himself falling down quickly.
Wang Chen thinks this is not a bad thing.
At least it's fast.
In the end, just like a small stream merging into a big river, he finally slid to the bottom. The inertia brought about unwilling friction and made a rustling sound, allowing him to fly far away. Finally, he stepped on a piece of solid ice and used his strength.
Stopped.
The first reaction when he stopped was to listen. There was silence in Wang Chen's ears, and his heart relaxed slightly. Then he felt some burning pain in his body. He stood up and took a look.
This dark place is filled with all kinds of ice, whether they are insects or minerals, emitting a glittering green light.
"Silence, no wind... Could it be that this is a dead cliff?" He subconsciously looked up and could faintly see the drifting snow above his head.
"At least this is not the cave just now. The woman shouldn't be chasing her. But the first priority is to find a place to stay. It's really cold here, almost colder than the snow." Wang Chen thought to himself and walked forward.
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At this time, Xiaoyao looked forward with a solemn expression and said: "Wang Chen, you have little travel experience and you don't know. In the cultivation world, ordinary Orion warriors do not dare to stray too far from where they live, and most of the long distances are along the way.
Acting in an official manner, do you know why?"
She continued: "Human settlements have always been opened up and cleared by predecessors, and the surrounding areas are relatively safe. Even if there are some alien species, they are also ordinary beasts, such as Huangpo Village."
"This is not necessarily true in the depths of the wilderness. It is very likely that strange beasts and ghosts will be born who are successful in cultivating. Some can even breathe fire and control electricity, and can compete with cultivators."
"And have you ever thought that cultivators often travel in the air to avoid unnecessary troubles? How far will it be if you walk for so many days? I'm afraid it's very dangerous here."
"You're just saying it now!" Wang Chen's eyes widened and he was a little angry: "You didn't tell me just now when I was walking with that zombie?"
As he walked, he leaned against the wall on one side of the canyon.
Looking closer, the canyon walls are smooth and covered with extremely thick ice.
I could see a faint fluorescence at the junction between the ice wall and the ground, but I couldn't see anything luminous, just like a layer of luminous powder.
He looked up again, and his figure was reflected on the smooth ice wall, which was green and a bit strange.
"There seems to be something?"
Wang Chen put his head close to the ice wall and tried his best to look inward with his eyes.
Looking through the crystal clear ice wall, it seems that there is a dark mass inside the wall, vaguely like a human figure.
"What is this?" Wang Chen became suspicious and his eyes focused on the black shadow.
"Human form? Someone froze to death in it?" Wang Chen was stunned. Just when he was about to carefully confirm whether he could see the stone in the ice as a human figure, he only saw the human figure and suddenly opened his eyes.
"Is it a corpse puppet?" Wang Chen recognized this mummy-like monster.
The sound of dry bones rubbing against each other suddenly sounded in the silent canyon.
A withered figure slowly stood up. Wang Chen reached out and held the scimitar silently in his hand. Creatures like zombies are at the bottom of the survival crisis in the wild.
He didn't think that such a slow-moving thing could bring him much trouble, which was why he had the confidence to follow the corpse puppet in search of opportunities.
The scimitar's cold light flashed, and Wang Chen walked up to the corpse.
There was a tremor of "buzz", and a ray of cold light flew out from the corpse puppet's hand. Wang Chen's pupils shrank, and he instinctively jumped back and fell to the ground.
There was a loud "bang" sound, which made the eardrums hurt.
The huge block of ice used as a bunker, along with the place where he had just stood, were blown to pieces. Large pieces of ice flew up and fell down like an icy rain.
"What the hell, is this a grenade throw?" Wang Chen found that he had misjudged the corpse puppet's ability.
These corpse puppets are transformed by cultivators and can use the magic techniques they used before death, which is far stronger than ordinary zombies!
He stood up all of a sudden, but only heard a soft moan from the clouds of ice rain. Between the white mist, a rusty fairy sword was spinning towards him like an out-of-control kite.
Come.
Holding the dagger behind his back, Wang Chen kicked his feet fiercely, making an unwilling sound of friction between the soles of his feet and the ice. He turned sideways to avoid the slashing attack and rushed towards the corpse puppet again.
He was about to pass by the corpse in the blink of an eye, and he could even see the broken ice mixed with brown corpse liquid hanging from the rotting body.
Seeing Wang Chen rushing over, the corpse puppet turned around with a cold and rotten face, his eyes were burning with green light, and he stiffly raised his hand to make a move.
Then he heard the sound of wind behind him, and the flying sword whirled in the air, twirling and thrusting backwards, and in the blink of an eye it was behind Wang Chen.
The sharp weapon behind him was about to arrive in an instant. At this moment of life and death, he bent his knees and leaned backward as hard as he could.
There was a slithering sound on the ground. With the help of this inertia, Wang Chen turned over and jumped, and the hunting dagger slashed through a cold light and slashed towards the corpse puppet's neck.
"Do you really think that my first sword, Huang Po, was just a waste of fame?"
Dang! The sharp scimitar did not cut off the withered head like a piece of wood, but it was like touching gold and iron, sending out a huge shock force.
The bones of this corpse are so hard?!
His eyes were spinning, but he clearly saw the spinning fairy sword fall into the corpse puppet's hands again.
Wang Chen landed and ran away without saying a word.