“What’s that?”
Wu Xie and his group entered the Accumulated Corpse Ground and saw the fallen female puppet at a glance.
“Female puppet.”
Wu San Sheng said.
“What is a female puppet?”
“It’s a thousand-year-old female zombie.”
“Thou-thousand-year-old female zombie.”
Da Kui sat down on the boat with a thud.
Wu San Sheng’s face darkened and he slapped Da Kui: “You cowardly fool, you’ve followed me for so many years, how can your courage still be like that of a rat?”
Da Kui’s face flushed red, and his legs trembled.
“Damn it, if I bring you out again next time, I must be crazy.” Wu San Sheng felt like he was blind.
“This female puppet can bewitch people, don’t stare at her. Otherwise, she will cling to you like a ghost.” Zhang Qi Ling’s voice was urgent, “Leave quickly!”
Burp!
Da Kui fainted.
Wu Xie was also horrified.
Ghost?
How were they supposed to deal with a puppet that had no physical body?
Just then.
The female puppet in the coffin slumped over and fell into the coffin.
“What’s going on?”
Wu Xie looked towards Zhang Qi Ling.
Zhang Qi Ling seemed not to hear, and stared fixedly at Queen Jing Jue. He saw the female puppet’s soul being absorbed by Wu Chan’s eyes.
What kind of ability was this?
Boundless Demon Eye!
Wu Chan’s Boundless Demon Eye wasn’t perfect, but it could also banish entities to the imaginary space, absorbing spirit bodies to strengthen her own soul.
The female puppet’s soul was a nourishing tonic for Wu Chan.
After swallowing one thousand-year-old female puppet, Wu Chan turned her gaze to the other six female puppets.
As if sensing her malice, the crystal coffins on the stone walls exploded one after another, and six female puppets rushed out. Tens of thousands of Corpse Beetles swarmed out of them.
The next second.
One female puppet fell silently.
Then, like dominoes, the other five female puppets also fell down.
“Little Brother, are these the female puppets you told us to run away from?” Wu Xie said.
Zhang Qi Ling: “...”
……
……
At this time.
Wu Chan sat on the boat with her eyes closed. Her face was very pale, and her expression seemed somewhat painful, as if she was struggling with something.
“Brother Feng, what’s wrong with Wu Chan?” Ying Zi asked concernedly.
“The souls of these thousand-year-old female puppets aren’t easy to refine. Wu Chan swallowed seven at once, she should be nearing her limit.” Lu Feng.
Ying Zi breathed a sigh of relief.
Hu Ba Yi threw four grenades ahead, directly creating a vacuum.
Lu Feng took the opportunity to push hard against the pole, and the boat charged out of the Corpse Beetle’s encirclement. A few minutes later, the boat had rushed out of the cave.
“Finally out of that damn place.”
Wang Pang Zi put down his assault rifle and washed his face with the river water.
Hu Ba Yi and Ying Zi also breathed a sigh of relief. One or two Corpse Beetles were nothing, but the sheer number made their scalps tingle.
“You guys, what was up with that person just now? Why did the Corpse Beetles suddenly stop attacking them like they saw a ghost?” Pang Zi suddenly said.
“I don’t know.”
Hu Ba Yi and Ying Zi shook their heads.
“That was Qilin blood.” Lu Feng said.
“Qilin blood? Isn’t that a person?” Pang Zi said.
“That’s someone from the Zhang family of Northeast China. Their bloodline is very special. Their blood can exorcise evil, detoxify, prolong life, and keep people sober.”
“So powerful?”
“Indeed, very powerful.”
“All Transcendent Realm?”
“You could say so.”
“Holy cow.”
After landing, Lu Feng observed the mountain terrain, determined the location of the ‘Dragon Head’ in the Feng Shui, and then called for everyone to leave.
Just then, Ying Zi suddenly stopped and pointed her assault rifle backward: “Brother Feng, they’re following us.”
Lu Feng looked back and saw Wu Xie and his group.
As for the boatman and the guide, they were nowhere to be seen.
“Don’t shoot!”
Wu San Sheng saw Ying Zi’s assault rifle and quickly raised his hands: “We have no ill intentions.”
“Anything you need?” Lu Feng said.
“Thank you all for helping in the cave just now.” Wu San Sheng bowed in thanks, “Looking at your equipment, is it a bit extravagant to use it for exploration?”
“You’re asking if we’re tomb raiders, aren’t you?” Lu Feng said.
Wu San Sheng’s face changed slightly: “How did my friend figure that out?”
“You used the Lo Yang Shovel to hit the Corpse Beetles.”
“My friend has good eyesight.”
Wu San Sheng admitted on the spot: “We are indeed here to raid tombs, but I don’t know if the tomb we’re going to is the same.”
“We’re going to the Tomb of King Lu.”
“What!”
Wu Xie screamed, his face filled with anxiety.
This was the tomb they had their eyes on. If Lu Feng and his group also went, their gains would surely be greatly reduced, and they might not even get anything.
Click.
Wang Pang Zi loaded his assault rifle, looking at Wu Xie and his group with amusement: “Seeing your reaction, you’re also going to the Tomb of King Lu?”
Cold sweat broke out on Wu Xie’s forehead.
“Friend, calm down!”
Wu San Sheng’s eyelids twitched, and he quickly said to Lu Feng, “The Tomb of King Lu doesn’t belong to any of us. Whoever finds it is based on their ability, right?”
“That’s right.”
After Lu Feng finished speaking, he winked at Wang Pang Zi, who immediately put down his assault rifle.
Wu San Sheng and his group breathed a sigh of relief: “Since that’s the case, we’ll part ways here. From now on, it’s each man for himself.”
After leaving Lu Feng and his group, Wu Xie slumped to the ground: “Who are they, exactly? They point assault rifles at people without hesitation.”
Even if you don’t kill someone, you never know if it might go off, right?
“Third Master, what do we do now?” Pan Zi said.
“We have the map to the Tomb of King Lu, what are we afraid of? Let’s go to the village and ask around. We should be able to confirm the exact location of the Tomb of King Lu.”
“Right!”
The group was full of enthusiasm and headed towards the nearest village.
Just as they heard about the Skull Pit.
Lu Feng and his group were already there.
“This seems like the location of the ‘Dragon Head’ in Feng Shui. If there’s a tomb, it should be here.” Hu Ba Yi’s voice was uncertain, “But this environment.”
“This is a ‘fake Dragon’s Lair’. Go further ahead, there’s a ‘Gourd Mouth’. You have to go through there to find the real tomb.” Lu Feng said.
“There’s a Gourd Mouth?”
Hu Ba Yi ran forward a distance, crouched and jumped onto a tree six meters high to look forward. Sure enough, he saw a place that looked like a Gourd Mouth.
“It seems my skill in finding dragons and pointing at tombs is still not good enough.”
“It’s not that your skill isn’t good enough, but your vision is blocked.” Lu Feng patted Hu Ba Yi on the shoulder, “Let’s go.”
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