"Who is it?"
"What's that sound?"
This sudden movement broke the silence in the tomb.
For a moment, everyone seemed to have been immobilized.
Or rather, it had fallen into a strange state of stillness.
He froze on the spot.
No one dared to move.
That strange voice made one's scalp tingle.
He only dared to widen his eyes and look around, trying to find the source from the inky darkness.
Creak ~
Creak ~
The voice grew stronger.
Soon, it became as violent as a storm.
It made people shudder.
The group finally realized where the voice came from.
Pan Zi pulled out his hunting rifle and loaded the gun. He stared at the stone coffin behind the square tripod like a knife.
"Third Master, it's a coffin."
He lowered his voice.
It sounded hoarse and heavy.
Wu Sansheng didn't need his reminder. His eyes were fixed on the darkness.
Such a huge shock.
In addition, Zhou Mu had mentioned how terrifying it was before they entered.
It was obvious that he was not a good person.
In particular, there was a saying that had been circulating since ancient times in the Anti-Dou Gang.
The stone coffin's suppression was unknown.
Other than the customs of those small, savage countries, once a stone coffin appeared in a tomb, it often represented terror.
When he was alive, he was plagued with sins, but after his death, he was a monstrous figure.
It was very easy to turn into a corpse.
It had to be suppressed by a stone coffin or a bronze mirror.
"Shangzhen fellow."
Wu Sansheng fiercely raised his eyebrows and shouted in a low voice without turning his head.
Hearing this.
Pan Zi and Da Kui immediately put away their double-barreled shotguns.
Then, he took out a pile of items from his backpack.
Zhou Mu glanced at him.
Even he was stunned.
Black Dog Blood, Ink Pot, Great Five Emperor Coin, Black Donkey Hoof.
There was even a string of strangely shaped prayer beads.
With just one glance, Zhou Mu could not help but frown.
He could sense a mysterious aura that was deeply hidden from the pearl.
It was completely different from Taoism.
It was somewhere between evil and Buddhist Psyche Power.
"Tantra Sect's human bone magic tool?"
He pondered for a moment.
Zhou Mu suddenly reacted.
Other than the distant Tibetan Tantra, no one else could merge the evil aura of death and the aura of Buddhism into one.
He didn't know where they got it.
However…
There were only magic tools.
There was no telekinesis technique to activate it.
Trying to stop the bloody corpse in the stone coffin was simply a fool's dream.
"Third Master…"
Pan Zi gripped the black donkey's hoof tightly and looked at Wu Sansheng nervously.
He hoped that he could give him some hints.
The most terrifying thing in a reverse match was never the rice dumpling.
It was an unknown terror.
However, Wu Sansheng was also the same.
He had never seen such a scene before.
Especially since he was young, he had always kept the word 'bloody corpse' a secret.
At this moment, his heart was in a mess.
There was a sense of helplessness.
Dong dong dong ~
Pan Zi didn't get a response from Third Master.
Suddenly.
The guy in the coffin seemed to have gone crazy. He struggled desperately, like an earth dragon turning over. The coffin that weighed at least a thousand pounds shook violently.
The dust on the coffin.
It fell with a rustle.
Seeing this scene, Wu Xie and Da Kui's faces turned pale.
It was as if all the strength in his body had been sucked out.
His legs were shaking violently.
He grabbed the stone wall behind him with both hands to barely keep himself from falling.
"Hehe ~"
Just as Wu Sansheng was hesitating whether he should retreat first and do something else, another even more strange voice sounded.
"Something is wrong."
"Third Master…it doesn't seem to be coming from the coffin.”
Pan Zi looked as if he had seen a ghost. He stared at the stone coffin and felt it carefully.
At this moment, other than the coffin shaking violently, there was no other movement.
This strange sound…seemed to be coming from behind?
Pan Zi swallowed hard and subconsciously glanced at Wu Sansheng. The latter had obviously noticed something as well. Their eyes met, and they were filled with horror.
In an instant.
It was as if it was the eve of a mountain rain.
The atmosphere in the tomb was extremely solemn.
Wu Sansheng frowned and opened his mouth to say something to Pan Zi.
The latter immediately understood.
In the next moment, the two of them turned around without any warning. One of them held the black donkey hoof, and the other held the string of human bone prayer beads.
It was aggressive.
It seemed like he was planning to catch them off guard.
However…
What no one expected was…
The moment he turned around, he realized that the strange sound was made by Zhang Qi Ling.
He stood in the darkness, his face twisted and his expression solemn. His eyes were fixed on the stone coffin in the distance, his lips opened and closed, and his chest heaved up and down…His voice seemed to be erupting from under his chest.
The thing in the stone coffin seemed to have sensed it.
In an instant, a sound similar to the croaking of a frog spread out.
One person, one coffin.
They confronted each other from afar.
"This…"
Such a strange situation attracted everyone's attention.
Gasps sounded continuously.
An absurd thought even appeared in everyone's minds.
Could this kid be talking to the one in the coffin?
"Third Uncle, they…"
Wu Xie had never seen such a situation before.
The scene before him was even more terrifying than that day in the corpse cave.
However, before he could finish his sentence, he saw Zhang Qi Ling's face turn extremely ugly. He reached out and pressed the long box on his back.
However, there seemed to be an invisible force that suppressed him.
No matter how hard he tried, he was unable to pull out the black-gold ancient saber.
pfff ~
Immediately after.
An even more terrifying scene appeared.
Zhang Qi Ling fell to his knees and spat out a mouthful of blood.
His entire body was stuck to the ground, almost bent into a bow.
Crackling sounds kept coming from his thin body.
It looked like…something was pressing down on him.
He couldn't even raise his head.
"Hurry…Hurry up and leave!"
Zhang Qi Ling's face was filled with pain.
The thing in the stone coffin was more terrifying than he had imagined.
In just an instant, he was completely suppressed.
He did not even have the chance to draw his saber.
He finally understood why Zhou Mu had said that it was a great terror that even he could not resist.
From the looks of it, he was right.
Zhang Qi Ling desperately tilted his body and shouted hoarsely, ignoring the pain.
"Pan Zi!"
Seeing this, Wu Sansheng didn't have the last bit of hope left in his heart.
A loud roar.
The two of them rushed forward and dragged Zhang Qi Ling out of the room.
On the other side, Wu Xie and Da Kui were even more shocked. They did not want to stay for another second.
The few of them frantically retreated.
Zhou Mu acted as if he did not hear it.
He just stood there quietly.
The moment Wu Sansheng walked past him with Zhang Qi Ling, he suddenly took the black gold blade from Wu Sansheng's body.
"Lend it to me!"
He threw down a sentence.
Soon after.
He was like an arrow that had left the bow.
Under everyone's horrified gazes, he held his long saber and rose from the ground. Like a god, he stomped heavily on the stone coffin!
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