It is normal for the cold wind to blow. At least during Wang Chen's journey north, the heavy snow and cold wind that almost made him despair were much colder than now.
However, this sudden cold wind came from behind, which was a bit strange.
In order to find many smarter beasts, Wang Chen has entered countless caves. He knows very well that if the cave is not ventilated from all sides, the flowing air must blow from the front and back directions, rather than sideways.
"Is there really something that wants to blow out my light?"
"Then I'm really a bit..."
"Don't worry." Wang Chen breathed a sigh of relief, feeling inexplicably relieved.
If there really was some unknown entity spying on him here, and it would be necessary to blow out the three fires that he had heard about but never confirmed in order to harm anyone.
Then this unknown existence...
"Isn't it worse than Zhang Dacai?"
When people think about it, they will think of many things. In an instant, the ghost who misses the world just to get a few more spirit stones for his daughter to enter the sect and practice, and his simple and unconfident face emerge. In an instant,
Transformed into endless void and a blue star.
Wang Chen turned around very naturally, and then became alert.
Being able to survive in the dangerous jungle, Wang Chen naturally has his own set of survival rules, and keen observation is one of them.
It was like the moment he turned around, something here changed unconsciously.
Soon, he discovered the problem.
At this moment, above the bright red mural, four terrifying ghosts, those four terrifying big heads, all turned around, with sharp teeth and long tongues. On their scarlet faces, there were four pairs of empty eyes without a trace of emotion.
Staring at him closely, Wang Chen's scalp exploded slightly.
And the bloody head of the corpse lying on the ground in the mural also turned around.
"This is……"
Wang Chen's eyes were as if they were attracted by a magnet and he couldn't move at all.
I saw that face, even though it had only been engraved with a few strokes, I could clearly recognize it, and it was clearly his own.
A fire bolt was silently held in his hand. With a movement of his true power, the Qinggang Flying Sword floated beside him, its cold blade pointed directly at the mural.
Along with the changes in the murals, all these actions happened silently. Except for the sudden movement of the green light of the Qinggang sword, everything was as quiet as a starless night sky.
It was as if the two equally quiet parties were gazing at each other calmly across the mural.
Wang Chen had some doubts. If he hadn't clearly remembered that the heads of these ghosts had never turned to the front, otherwise he would have thought that he had remembered it wrong.
He began to recall the murals he had seen. From beginning to end, monsters and tiny people appeared throughout.
"Obviously, the tiny person in this mural is me. If that's the case, could it be that when I entered the tomb, there were ghosts following closely in the darkness?"
Such thoughts make the surrounding darkness deeper and colder.
The black mist seemed to be condensed from invisible water mist. With the light of the Qinggang Sword, Wang Chen seemed to be able to see the countless tiny particles that made up this darkness dancing in the air.
In the midst of the silence, a black shadow silently approached.
Almost subconsciously, the flying sword pierced with green light in a flash, only to hear a "dang" sound, hit the hard cave wall again, and was bounced back.
But the figure didn't move at all.
The green light slowly floated up, and Wang Chen looked closely, and saw that the figure also existed in the mural, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of black mist, because at the edge of the mural, it almost merged with the darkness.
, so Wang Chen thought it was a real person.
"This mural is indeed changing, and it's changing right before my eyes."
"The black fog is a bit familiar..." The inexplicable changes in the mural made Wang Chen seem to have caught something.
He suddenly turned his head and looked back, looking towards the way he came.
It was pitch black upon entering, and the entrance had long since disappeared.
Looking at the figure on the mural again, and the lingering black mist, Wang Chen thought of the ghostly body-protecting power of Yin Shiyu when it was circulating its true power. This mist seemed to be able to connect to the world of the dead, and there were hidden things inside.
Countless strange dangers.
"The Yin Corpse Jade..."
"Fake corpse?"
This is not an impossible thing. Whether it is Shui Yunyao or Yin Shiyu, both of them are obviously ghost practitioners, and the techniques they use are closely related to demons and ghosts, making them eerie and strange.
If Yin Shiyu really cultivates any secrets that can allow him to continue to exist in the form of a zombie after death, this is not impossible.
Thinking of this, Wang Chen secretly regretted it. If he had known that cultivators had the ability to deceive corpses after death, he should have burned them all in the fire.
The mural has no longer changed at this point. Wang Chen moves forward vigilantly, but thinking at the same time.
There are several problems that cannot be explained because there is too little information:
First, Yinshiyu does not appear as in the painting.
Second, the ghosts on the mural did not move at all, and I did not feel their presence at all.
Third, the self in the mural has died, but now I am still alive and well.
"If this changing mural is not used to show gods and ghosts, then..."
"Could it be that what is shown above is just a possibility, or a future scenario?"
He felt that this explanation was a bit ridiculous, but it was indeed the explanation that best explained the current situation.
Then here comes the problem.
When Yin Shiyu fought with Li Xun and others, he could clearly see that his movement was extremely fast and he was far inferior to him, so why hadn't he caught up yet?
Wang Chen wanted to stop and think, but he couldn't because he suspected that Yin Shiyu was trying to trick him behind the scenes, and Yin Shiyu who had deceived the corpse had already summoned the Ghost King.
He wanted to walk faster, but he resisted this urge.
As a cultivator born in Orion, as much as possible, he must always maintain a sense of caution, and a kind of intuition and suspicion that comes from the beast.
"If Yin Shiyu didn't catch up, it's because there can't be any big movements in this black mist, otherwise it will alarm some kind of existence."
"Or maybe the guy who just breathed on me inexplicably in the black mist was trying to use the environment here to oppress people's hearts and try to scare him into making big moves like running?"
"Then you will probably die if you run down."
Even Wang Chen found these speculations to be a bit unreasonable, but sometimes being a little more suspicious is not a bad thing. At least for the prey he had fought with, those who were not suspicious were all dead.
When he was a hunter, Wang Chen often put himself into the role of his prey to predict their movements.
But at this moment, facing a place that hides endless unknowns and great dangers, Wang Chen inexplicably felt that he was a prey.
In other words, he must play the role of prey.
The prey that is smarter than the hunter can survive.