Screaming Cycle (Infinite Flow) - Chapter 308

Even if Ji Shu thrush has seen a lot of things in the six months of “Peach Blossom Spring”, when thousands of corpses are neatly lined up in front of them, as a human being, the fear of death is still very high. It’s hard to make people feel scared.

Even Dong Jing, who started dealing with corpses as soon as he learned to walk, faced the deaths of people in the hall filled with mountains and valleys, and his body shook slightly uncontrollably, partly because of excitement and partly because of the death. nervous.

Ji Lu’s fingertips trembled slightly, raised his hand, and involuntarily grasped Ren Jianmo’s sleeve.

In the dim lighting, Ren Jianmo lowered his head and glanced, his thin lips pursed, he didn’t speak, and he didn’t break away.

“This… these, how do you take it away?”

As if afraid of disturbing the sleeping soldier, Ji Xiaoniao unconsciously lowered his voice and asked the second youngster of Dong’s family beside him.

“What else…”

Dong Jing was trying to answer, “Put the charms one by one and take them out”, but Master Ming Jun suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two.

“Shhh!”

The fat monk’s voice was not loud and short, but his tone was very severe:

“Don’t make a noise! ​​Be quiet!”

Ji Lu and Dong Jing were both excited and shut up.

Master Mingjun’s face was gloomy, his fat face was taut, and his big round eyes pierced, like a hunting falcon, roaming around within the visible range of this underground temple.

“Something’s wrong…”

He murmured:

“Here…something’s wrong…”

Hearing what Monk Mingjun said, Ji Tuan’s hair on the back of his neck stood up.

Although Ji Xiaoniao doesn’t know how big this person was, but the tens of thousands of people that can be packed are at least the size of a football field. In addition, they are still buried under the ground. If you want the tomb to not be crushed by the weight of the soil, you must have enough support.

So in the limited range of light, Ji Tuan saw the pillars.

They rose one by one, leading to the ceiling, and at the same time, they divided the army of martyrs into square arrays, each of which had about a hundred people visually.

The soldiers stayed in this temple for a whole thousand years.

If according to the normal law of decay of corpses, they should have rotted to bones.

But although Ji Xiaoniao smelled the rancid smell, it was not strong.

Obviously, this means that the craftsmen who made these corpses, as well as the underground palace itself, have special anti-corrosion methods.

Ji Shun swallowed subconsciously.

The bare skin of the soldiers wearing armor and holding soldiers showed a weird blue-purple color, shriveled and dehydrated, and wrinkled as if they were mummies. When they were shaken by the fluorescent blue paper figures, the skin would also show a metallic color.的Reflective.

Even so, they are still very complete.

Complete to the facial features are clearly identifiable, the roots of the hair are distinct, and even the unfading oil on the cheeks can be seen.

As for the armors on the soldiers and the weapons on their waists, although they are mottled and corroded, they are not serious, as if they can be returned to the battlefield at any time after a little maintenance and polishing.

Ji Shu felt his palm sweating.

He didn’t notice what was “wrong”, but a huge space filled with dead people’s corpses was itself a depressing and terrifying existence.

At this moment, Ji Xuan felt a very light force, and pulled his clothes diagonally from behind.

Ji Xiaoniao was so scared that he almost didn’t blurt out screams, but then realized who was standing behind him, and turned his head.

He saw Jelena who was pale as paper.

“here……”

The red-haired girl’s voice was as light as a mosquito, with a faint crying voice:

“Here… there are many people…”

Ji Lu: “???”

Indeed, there are thousands of soldiers’ remains stuffed here, isn’t there just a lot of “people”?

Ji Xiaoniao just wanted to say something to comfort the girl, and when he noticed Jelena’s expression, his heart suddenly sank.

This girl is quite strong and has gone through enough hardships, she is definitely not a coward who will shake her whole body as a sieve when she sees a corpse-so the meaning of what she said just now must be more than simply trying to express this. There are many dead bodies!

“I…I mean…”

Irina was very anxious to see that Ji Xuan did not understand, her eyes faintly burst into tears, she searched her stomach and tried to express her meaning clearly.

Finally, she finally thought of three more accurate descriptions in one breath:

“There are many, many undead, the souls of the dead, ghosts!”

——Huh!

Like a basin of cold water poured down, Ji Tuan only felt cold from the scalp to the heel.

——Ahhhhhhh!

If it were not for the wrong occasion, he would almost scream.

The previous experience of fighting various ghosts in “Twenty-four Supernatural” has left a deep psychological shadow on Ji Xiaoniao. It is difficult to deal with one or two. How many “many many” are there! ? It is impossible for the tens of thousands of people here to die into ghosts! ?

However, in the next moment, he deeply realized the true meaning of these two sentences: “Fu Wushuang can never come singly” and “The worst premonition can always be fulfilled”.

In the underground palace, there was a sudden gust of wind.

The wind was extremely cold, as if it could penetrate through human flesh and pierce the bone marrow.

In a way that completely violates the normal laws of physics, the cold wind circulates round and round in the pit of huge people, resonating with the wall, making high and low, long and short “wheezing” sounds, like the cry of a grieving ghost.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw black shadows.

They are like bamboo shoots growing out of the ground on a rainy day, emerging from the shadows in every corner, and soon more and more, filling almost all the space in the priest.

“Ah ah!”

Jelena couldn’t stand it anymore.

She gave a short scream, grabbed Dong Jing’s clothes, and hid behind the boy.

The second youngest of Dong’s family was also very scared, and he hugged Elena.

The two of them looked like two frightened little animals, their hair exploded, and they hugged each other and shivered.

[Who are you waiting? Why trespass into my lord’s mausoleum? 】

Amidst the whimpering wind, a low and unfamiliar male voice came.

This voice was talking about the Yayan of the Central Plains thousands of years ago.

At the same time, a “person” slowly “walked” out of the dark shadows in front of him.

Ji Lu: “!!!”

His heart collapsed.

I thought this time it was a “world” of Cultivation vs. Western Fantasy. Who knows how to bring the elements of supernatural horror!

However, madness went madness, and in front of them stood innumerable ghosts with many shadows.

The headed one can still vaguely see his looks-a burly, cold-faced, mature general, a shaggy beard, iron armor, a long sword on his waist, and he looks very majestic-but no matter how majestic Tangtang, it is also a ghost that has been buried under the ground for thousands of years!

Among Ji Lu and his party, the only one who would say that the Central Plains Yayan is Master Mingjun.

But the fat monk didn’t know how to answer the ghost general’s question.

I can’t tell people that we are the treasures that covet your emperor, and we also want your corpses buried in the underground for a thousand years, so just break in and pick it up!

Master Mingjun’s face was sweaty with anxiety, and he usually had a sharp mouth. At this moment, he couldn’t hold back even a word.

However, General Ghost has lost his patience.

It took two steps forward, and countless black shadows behind it followed its movements, pressing them up uniformly.

[Answer me! 】

The ghost general asked sharply, with obvious anger in his tone:

[Who on earth are you waiting for! ? Why are you here again! ? 】

Its voice was mixed with the sound of rustling wind, like a muffled thunder, and it was frightening to hear.

The Second Young Master of the Dong Family had already retreated to the door at this time, and jumped up when he was shocked by the ghost general’s question. Like a frightened rabbit, he grabbed Elena in his arms and wanted to jump out.

Probably the boy’s reaction to “escape” spurred the ghosts in the grave, and the wind suddenly screamed like a thousand ghosts crying, and at the same time, black shadows rushed towards everyone.

At the critical juncture, Master Mingjun instinctively took out the magic pestle.

He chanted the scriptures in his mouth, stretched his hands forward, and the half-armed Demon Pestle slammed in front of him-the body made of fine iron was like an iron spoon digging through the tofu, straight into the rammed floor of the tomb. middle.

In an instant, the Buddha’s light flourished.

With Jiang Mo pestle as the center, the Buddha’s light spread outward like ripples, propped up an invisible barrier, and pushed back the group of ghosts in the front.

“quick!”

The fat monk pressed down the magic pestle with both hands and hissed:

“I’ll block these evil spirits first, you guys get out quickly!”

Dong Jing immediately jumped up, grabbed Elena and tried to escape.

But he had just stepped away and stopped abruptly, “Wait!”

The second young master of Dong’s family turned his head, his face full of disbelief:

“If we just run away like this, then, the soldiers in there—”

“I can’t control that much!”

Master Mingjun was so angry that he wanted to jump his feet:

“I can’t stop these tens of thousands of evil spirits for long, and it will be too late if you don’t withdraw!”

“But–“

Although Dong Jing was terribly scared, he still refused to leave:

“We finally got here, if there weren’t those soldiers—”

They managed to survive the chase of the Holy Court Army, and after breaking almost all of their servants, they finally entered the tomb and found these people.

If they can’t be taken away, not only will the previous sacrifices be wasted, but there will also be a loss of power to fight the aggressor, how can people be reconciled!

The lowering magic pestle under the palm of the fat monk had begun to crack every inch.

The thousand-year-old undead in the tomb was angered by the Buddha’s light, and the ghost general’s face had become extremely hideous. He was holding a sharp sword and carrying thousands of evil spirits behind him, rushing frantically on the crumbling shield.

Master Mingjun saw that the second young master of Dong’s family was still rubbing, so angry that the blue veins on his forehead jumped violently, and he was about to stoma his mouth.

“Can’t go.”

At this moment, Ren Jianmo, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

“You can’t escape.”

Ji Lu was excited, and immediately understood the meaning of Ren Damei.

–Yes!

They are now underground, even if they escaped from this tomb, can they return to the ground immediately?

If these large groups of ghosts want to chase them, they can still rush into the tunnel, or tear them to pieces anywhere!