This Damned Thirst for Survival

Teng Bi was exploring the road ahead. They closed their eyes, leaning on the wall with one hand and the clothes of the person in front of them with the other, and carefully stepped down the stairs.

Until they stepped on the flat ground, the three of them were not affected by the Hanging Soul Ladder.

After the Hanging Soul Ladder, the space suddenly became clear, the surrounding mud walls also turned into stone walls, and a wide circular space in front of it.

There are old furniture and furnishings here, as well as many antique appliances that are very valuable at first glance. These things were placed in the shape of an antique hall, and every thing that was taken out was worth ten thousand gold. At the back of the hall is a stone gate with couplets carved on the left and right sides of the stone gate. Engraved on the left, "You have done something without a death case", and on the right, "You can still hope to survive when you get started."

After reading these two sentences, Jiang Luo thoughtfully said: "The Palace of the King of Yan."

Tengbi turned his head and looked at him suspiciously.

Jiang Luo explained: "These two sentences are the couplet written by a literati in the late Ming Dynasty to the Palace of the King of the Lords. They mean that after death, if you can get through the joints in the Hades and the Yin Chai, and meet a capable acquaintance, you can take advantage of the absence of the body. Before decay, return to the body and re-behave."

Teng Bi wrote down the meaning of these two sentences and said: "I haven't heard this sentence."

Jiang Luo said, "When you died, it should be before the end of Ming Dynasty, right?"

Tengbi nodded slightly.

Jiang Luo walked to Shimen and said, "Such a large ancient tomb is generally divided into three parts. The first part is the Ming Hall, the middle part is the sleeping hall where the coffins are placed, and the back is the place where the burial objects are placed. Look at this place, the tomb The master’s death shouldn’t be long ago, maybe it was the Qing Dynasty, or maybe it was the Republic of China.”

He carefully looked at the Bodhisattva carvings on the stone gate, “Buddhist Sanskrit...I don’t know much about ancient tombs, but the owner of the tomb should believe in Buddha. I am actually very curious about who the owner of this tomb is. He can build a tomb in the dragon’s eye. It's incredible."

Teng Bi thought, "Could it be someone in the industry?"

Jiang Luo nodded, "Even if it is not Mr. Feng Shui Kanyu, at least it is deeply involved in this aspect."

It's useless to guess here. Tengbi pushed the stone door open with brute force, but there was no room behind the door where the coffin was placed. Instead, it was a long passage.

Jiang Luo and Teng Bi moved forward side by side. Compared with the anxiety before finding the longan, Jiang Luo is no longer anxious now. And there is dragon vein suppression in the tomb, no evil will appear, they only need to pay attention to the mechanism in the ancient tomb.

This road is very long, Teng Bi asked coldly: "Did you know that I have recovered my memory?"

Jiang Luo smiled, and said gracefully: "It's not too early, since you started calling my name instead of my friend in the trainee dormitory, I knew that you are no longer a dead ghost."

Teng Bi did not expect that he was exposed so early. He didn't know what to say for a while. After a long time, he whispered: "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to say sorry to me," Jiang Luo put a smile away, "Tengbi, I have never fully trusted you. Your deception does not hurt me much. But someone is different, you should go and truly trust Your people apologize instead of saying this to me."

Tengbi only felt as if he had pressed a stone in his heart, and the stone was getting heavier and heavier, and he could barely breathe. He said dryly: "He..."

Needless to say the name of "him", both Jiang Luo and Tengbi knew who they were referring to.

Jiang Luo suddenly felt a little upset. For example, he and Chi You, such as Teng Bi and Lu Yi, think of it and make him feel bored, and he wants to smoke again.

"He sees you as a real friend," Jiang Luo suppressed his irritation. "The first time he experienced a backstab from a friend, you can be regarded as adding a valuable life experience to him."

Seeing Teng Bi's ugly face, Jiang Luo finally said: "After you left, he was sad for a long time."

He only had a few words, but he pressed Teng Bi's lips tightly and pulled them into a straight line. The living dead furrowed their brows and clenched their hands into fists unknowingly, giving them a painful look that could not be expressed in words.

Jiang Luo looked at him for a few seconds, and said to himself: "Does the living dead also know that they are sad?"

Teng Bi opened his lips, "...Yes."

Jiang Luo suddenly had a strong desire to ask another question. Would the evil spirit be sad?

But his reason suppressed this desire, Jiang Luo pursed his lips, and Teng Bi walked forward in silence.

Behind them, Lisa, who was bouncing, stopped suddenly, she seemed to hear something.

Lisa listened, and after a few seconds, her smart eyes slowly became lost. After a few more seconds, Lisa stood up straight and continued to follow Jiang Luo and Tengbi.

The little girl didn't look the slightest abnormality, but her eyes were dull.

Walking out of the corridor, they came to the sleeping hall where the coffin was placed.

There is a sarcophagus in the center of the huge bedroom. The sarcophagus was so tall, it looked more than twice as big as a normal coffin. Jiang Luo looked closer and found that there were still 28 stars on the top of the sarcophagus.

Teng Bi put away his other emotions and looked at Jiang Luo and said, "What are we looking for in the eyes of the dragon?"

Jiang Luo saw the Sanskrit clouds at the bottom of the sarcophagus from the twenty-eight stars on the sarcophagus. "The most essential thing in the dragon’s eyes is of course the dragon’s tears, which is what Weihe Daochang said. Longquan can quench the body, but it has power. Too pure, on the contrary, it will have the effect of being too late. If we find Longquan, we only need to take away one water bottle."

Tengbi looked at the water cup on the side of the backpack and nodded. He looked around, listened for a while, and sniffed his nose again.

His five senses are sensitive, but probably because there are thick stones everywhere in the ancient tomb, blocking the transmission of sound, Tengbi did not hear any sound of water, nor did he smell any damp smell.

He shook his head towards Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo sighed, looked around the sleeping hall, and then looked at the coffin of the owner of the tomb. The owner of the tomb was too mysterious, and he wanted to open the coffin directly to satisfy his curiosity, but Jiang Luo couldn't do such a thing when he lifted the lid of the coffin for his own curiosity.

He was about to check whether there was a funnel in the sleeping hall, but saw Lisa walk straight to the coffin, and reached out to touch the coffin.

In the next instant, Lisa pushed hard and lifted the coffin directly.

The heavy lid of the sarcophagus hit the ground with a "bang", stirring up a burst of dust. There is also a coffin in the sarcophagus. Lisa put her hand on the second coffin without blinking. She was about to concoct it according to the law. Teng Bi quickly grabbed her hand and threw her out, defensively: "Lisa ,what are you doing?"

Lisa stabilized her figure, raised her godless eyes to look at Teng Bi, and suddenly stretched out her hand.

The soft five fingers belonging to the little girl spread out, and there are more webs like fish in the fingers. The film wrapped her palms one by one, Lisa's fingers also became slender as bones, her nails became sharp, slightly bent, and in a blink of an eye they became sharp claws.

A strong smell permeated the tomb.

Teng Bi drew out his broad knife and said in a deep voice, "Jiang Luo, you hide aside."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lisa charged towards him blankly.

Lisa's claws violently collided with Tengbi's knife, wiping out dazzling starlight sparks. Lisa's combat effectiveness was not as strong as Tengbi's, and she quickly fell short. But Lisa didn't seem to know the pain, no matter how many injuries she suffered, she rushed up the next second regardless. Tengbi avoided her heart-cutting claws, and hit Lisa's back knee hard with a knife. Lisa's legs softened and she knelt directly on the ground. But she quickly raised her head and spit out fry from her mouth.

The fry were spit on Teng Bi's body, they quickly got into Teng Bi's clothes, and kept biting Teng Bi's skin, trying to get into Teng Bi's flesh and blood. Tengbi’s movements were interrupted, and he could only temporarily stop the fry that had been pinched to death. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lisa suddenly got up and rushed to the side of the coffin, sharp claws inserted into the second layer of the coffin lid, and forced the coffin. The cover was overturned.

The coffin lid crashed on Jiang Luo's side, and the arc-shaped coffin was turned upside down. Like the tortoise turned upside down, the inner part staggered towards Jiang Luo.

There are many scratches of nails in the inner shell.

Jiang Luo was taken aback for a moment, squatted down and took a flashlight to carefully illuminate the scratches, and stretched out his hand to mold, the uneven marks layered on top of each other.

This is the trace from the coffin...This means that the people in the coffin were still alive when they were locked in the coffin.

Jiang Luo's expression became serious, but he quickly discovered something new.

These marks are obviously new and old, layered on top of each other. What makes the scalp numb is that the latest nail marks seem to be scratched today.

Jiang Luo himself scratched the lid of the coffin. In terms of the old and new marks, his nail marks were indistinguishable from the latest nail marks on the coffin.

This is very scary.

This is simply not something human can do.

Could it be that the owner of the tomb has not died and been kept in a coffin for hundreds of years? Or is the owner of the tomb dead and alive, alive and dead, suffocated countless times in the coffin, leaving countless old and new scratches?

Neither of these two possibilities is a bit scary. Jiang Luo looked up at the coffin. Lisa, who was standing next to the coffin, switched targets after opening the coffin and fought with Tengbi again.

Lisa's state is not right, she is obviously controlled by others.

Apart from the three of them, there is only the owner of the tomb. If she is controlled, she can only be controlled by the owner of the tomb.

Jiang Luo looked solemn, he got up cautiously, and slowly approached the coffin.

In the coffin lies a man in a long robe and jacket.

The man's face was pale, his lips were blue, his chest did not rise, he was obviously dead. Looking at his clothes, he should be from the Republic of China period, but now, the corpse hasn't rotted at all, except for not breathing, the man seemed to have fallen asleep.

The man is also very distinctive, with a few flame-like traces on his face, which looks a lot like Lian Xue and Lian Bing when they were controlled by Shiki God.

Jiang Luo covered his nose and mouth, put his hand on the tip of the man's nose, and did not breathe.

Since there is no breathing, how did those old and new scratches come from?

Jiang Luo frowned and looked at Tengbi and Lisa who were fighting together.

Lisa's other paw is also more webbed, and her two hands are extremely sticky, allowing Lisa to lie on the wall and the top of the arc like a gecko. She always found the most tricky angle and rushed to Teng Bi's shoulder to bite the meat and leave quickly. After going back and forth several times, Teng Bi was also a little embarrassed.

Tengbi's strength was suppressed a lot by the dragon veins, and the most obvious was that his recovery from injury slowed down a lot. Jiang Luo wanted to help, but he couldn't use his power, otherwise his body would collapse again. Just as he was thinking about how to attack, the corpse in the coffin suddenly breathed.

Jiang Luo noticed the strangeness of the corpse in time, he immediately took out a dagger across the neck of the corpse, and stared at the corpse closely.

The breathing of the corpse went from weak to strong, and he seemed to be alive again. Two minutes later, the corpse opened his eyes, and his eyes were red as flames. When he saw Jiang Luo, the corpse was stunned, and then asked in ecstasy: "Who are you, are you sent by the fatalist?!"

Destiny.

Jiang Luo's eyes darkened.

He pulled his lips, "Yes, I am sent by the Fate, what do you want to say to me?"

The corpse almost cried with joy. He tremblingly touched the air, the original coffin lid was gone, and he finally saw the sky again. The tortured corpse was unaware of the dagger Jiang Luo placed on his neck. He said incoherently: "The coffin was opened, and finally opened...I am free, I don't have to die again and again and come back to life again. , Don’t have to absorb the power of the dragon veins here... Fate Man, is the Fate Man successful? Is the Fate Man become a god?!"

The information in the words can be described as stormy waves, Jiang Luo sneered coldly, "Yes, the fatalist--"

The body suddenly fainted.

Jiang Luo stopped abruptly, staring at the corpse more vigilantly.

After a few seconds, the corpse opened his eyes again.

It was obviously the same face, but the look in the corpse's eyes this time made Jiang Luo very familiar.

Compassion, tolerance, belong to the eyes of a fatalist.

This look is not the look of human beings, but the look of God. But when he saw Jiang Luo, his eyes, which belonged to God's love and mercilessness, rippled slightly.

Immediately, the fatalist smiled and said, "It's been a long time, Jiang Luo."

Jiang Luo stabbed him on his neck mercilessly.

The fatal man's neck was pierced by him, and the false **** who descended here was still smiling, but there was a little helpless in his smile. He suddenly stretched out his arm, grabbed Jiang Luo's hand, and dragged him into the coffin.

The two figures disappeared in the mechanism at the bottom of the coffin.