Live Treasure Hunter In The Secret Realm

The 189th chapter is headless and murderous!

No longer thinking about it, the cold rut is almost subconsciously clenching the hilt of the sword with both hands, and at this moment he still maintains the posture of raising the sword and cutting the lid of the coffin. This posture made him occupy the precedence, so he turned around abruptly without even thinking about it, using the power of the body's rotation to concentrate the whole body's strength on his hands.

With the gun proficiency skills implanted in the system, he feels that Crow Nine Sword is an extension of his hands at this moment. The strength extended along the hilt to the blade, and the cold rut rounded the Raven Nine Sword, and slammed it up against the neck of the half-cylinder.

The half-cylinder body is like steel, but his neck is normal bacon, which is what he aimed at.

So, under the anger that was close to madness, he focused almost all his strength on that point with this blow.

Crunch!

Ya Jiujian was extremely sharp. Following the cutting edge of the sword accurately slashing the upper part of its neck, the blade broke through the skin of half of the cylinder almost without any accident, and then cut the cervical vertebrae all the way forward.

When the blade was thrown out from the other side, a shriveled head flew directly into the air. And as the head rolled to the ground, the half-cylinder's hand stretched out abruptly.

This scene almost took place in the electric light and flint room. Before the audience in the live broadcast room had time to be surprised, half of the cylinder was brutally cut off their heads. It wasn't until the head fell to the ground and a puff of black plasma spattered from its neck that the audience in the live broadcast room was suddenly awakened.

For a while, the audience seemed to be plunged into a fiery ocean, and under their excitement, the barrage instantly dominated the screen like a storm.

"Fuck! It's awesome, my anchor!"

"Hiss! Seriously, the expression in your eyes just now the anchor was so scary! I felt like I was going to eat me alive!"

"The room manager Yang Wudi presented the anchor with 10 rockets!-Don't blow it up, it's not black, Lao Han, your expression just now was really scary!"

"Mo Yu Feiyun presented the anchor with 10 rockets! ——Do you have any problems with attention? No one noticed, the anchor smashed the big dumplings to death?"

"Anchor! What the hell is this TM? Why is the whole body black? Even the blood flowing out is black?"

Ever since there was a manager in Fengmen Village, the audience in the live broadcast room has been overshadowed by the corpse transformation in their hearts. Now seeing that Hanzhe is so irritable that a sword has killed the zongzi, the audience feels scalp numb.

At this time, looking at the black barrage in the live broadcast room, the cold rut finally calmed down. He swallowed, suppressed the fierce heartbeat and said, "Brothers, it was too dangerous just now. To be honest, I never thought that Dorgon would be turned into such a ghost. If I hadn't watched it. If it is wrong, this should be a half tank. This kind of thing is said to be very rare, but once it is formed, it will be a thousand miles away."

"No wonder, Dorgon's body is not in the Eastern Tombs of the Qing Dynasty. It turned out that it was made into a half tank to guard the treasures of the Qing Dynasty. This kind of thing is very evil. I will talk about the specific reasons after I go out."

"As for how its blood is black..."

Having said that, Hanzhe suddenly stopped. Because he suddenly smelled a nauseating stench in the air, just like the smell he had smelled before.

Hanzhe followed the sound and found that the source of the smell turned out to be the black blood sprayed from the neck of half of the cylinder. The blood was indeed black, like a medicinal soup, and it exuded an unpleasant stench.

Seeing this, Hanzhe covered his mouth and nose, preparing to leave the tomb as soon as possible. But when he had just turned around and was about to continue cutting the lid of the coffin, the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of half of the cylinder's arm. After he saw what had happened, the whole body was numb.

Because, just in the light of the cold rut, he suddenly caught a glimpse of half of the cylinder's shoulder moving.

"Fuck, f*ck!"

Before the audience could react, a terrifying scene appeared.

The body with its head cut off suddenly moved, waving an arm like an iron rod, and slamming it down like a sledgehammer.

This scene stunned everyone in the live broadcast room. At this moment, Hanzhe also felt as if there was a cold air rushing up from the groin. How could he dare to stay here, almost subconsciously lowering down, and crawling behind it around the armpit of the half tank.

Hum!

Suddenly, Hanzhe only heard a breaking wind behind his ears. You don't need to look at it to know that half of the cylinder's arm was emptied, causing the air to explode. It is conceivable that if he hits him this time, he will be disabled if he is not dead.

Realizing this, the cold sweat of the cold rut fell in an instant. Apart from anything else, after drilling under the armpit of the half tank, he kept walking and jumped directly towards the back of the tomb.

He ran forward for more than 20 meters, waiting for the cold rut to reach the wall behind the tomb before he was forced to stop.

But even if he avoided the half tank temporarily, he was still trapped in the tomb at this moment. At this time, the audience in the live broadcast room finally reacted from horror, and the barrage flew up instantly.

"Anchor! What's going on! What kind of stuff is this ghost! You can't die no matter how severed your head is!"

"That's right! This TM is the same as Heiyan in Fengmen Village!"

"Anchor! Run now!"

"Upstairs! Are you stupid! Where else can the anchor go! The tomb is sealed!"

At this moment, without the audience's reminder, Hanzhe knows that he has fallen into death. Now that the tomb is sealed, he will not be able to open the robbery hole at the door for a while, and more importantly, there is half of the vat in the tomb.

And what made him most desperate was that half of the tank was chopped off and his head was still alive?

You know, this kind of ghost is not 犼. This kind of thing has been out of the category of zongzi, and it is reasonable to be able to decapitate without dying. But the half cylinder is still dead...

and many more?

Half of the cylinder... half of the body looks like a black cylinder, headless and murderous...

For a time, Hanzhe suddenly recalled this folk song in his mind. According to the records in the literature, the half-cylinder was originally a headless corpse. If you say that, you can kill it by cutting off its head. That's a ghost.

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