Qin Mu felt really hurt.

What is this? God can still forgive evils, but he can't survive if he commits evils. These two sentences refer to people like Qin Mu.

If he had known that these corpses were so hungry, what would he do to throw the Yun family's canvass? Forget it, he would have gone down again because of his soft heart. As a result, he was covered in fishy clothes. Qin Mu didn't know that he could not please the person. He only felt a pair of resentful eyes staring at him. Qin Mu felt that his back was burning, as if he was about to pierce a hole.

This is undoubtedly from that Xiaojiu.

Fortunately, Qin Mu's thunder and lightning quickly took effect. Qin Mu was very relaxed and drove away all the bodies surrounding the Yun family's candle, leaving a large open space on the ground.

The canvas was completely frightened and didn't even dare to open his eyes to see the scene in front of him. He closed his eyes and wailed to the sky. The sound broke through the house and was about to lift the zenith.

Qin Mu cleared the corpse aside. Qin Mu was as solid as a jinn, and there was an electric arc flashing around the periphery. No corpse dared to approach.

As for the corpses that had not been avoided in time before and were electrocuted by Qin Mu, they were all covered in darkness, and even showed signs of ulceration and purging. Unlike ordinary ghosts or evil things, these ulceration and ulceration areas did not continue to ulcerate like ordinary ghosts. Instead, after breaking away from Qin Mu's control, they were recovering little by little.

If Qin Mu could notice this at this time, he would not have suffered a big loss later.

There were still electric arcs scattered around Qin Mu's solid soil. He just now directly detonated five thunder talismans, but these thunder and lightning had not completely dissipated.

Qin Mu walked to the side of the young master. He closed his eyes and still maintained the appearance of being squeezed by many corpses just now. He screamed loudly, and began to breathe intermittently when the sound could not be raised. Qin Mu looked at the guy with a black thread on his forehead, feeling that his brain hurts because of the noise.

After walking over, he didn't care about the arcs outside as solid as the golden silence. When the arc encountered the young master of the canvas, he could only hear the young master of the canvas screaming and then left, and he was still very powerful.

Only then did Qin Mu notice that all the targets attacked by the arc had become the fool. The fool's voice was getting smaller and weaker and weaker, as if it could never be heard again.

Qin Mu looked shaking, raised his hand and threw the young master of the canvas and still threw it over.

Fortunately, the effect of the Giant Power Talisman is still several minutes away.

Qin Mu had lightning and solid protection, and with a few minutes of huge power talismans, he also felt proud for a while, and walked slowly on the "platform", looking comfortable.

As for the vines that Xiaosheng stretched over again, Qin Mu, who was arrogant, didn't see them at all.

After all the bodies retreated, Qin Mu discovered that there was a stone tablet covered with dust on the surface where the young master was originally staying.

The stone tablet is about dark gray, and it is not very real because it is attached with some black soil on the surface. It is not very big, it looks about forty or fifty centimeters, with a slightly pointed top and a slightly flat bottom. The whole stone tablet is not so much a stone tablet as a stone, but one side is slightly flat and has no trace of artificial carving.

The stone seemed to have been left for a long time. Qin Mu walked over and gently swept off the black soil on it with his hand to reveal its original color. As Qin Mu guessed, the stone itself showed a dark gray color.

The red fonts on the stone are not carved, they give Qin Mu a more like they are painted.

When wiping intimacy, I couldn't help but get close to me, and after careful observation, I discovered the trick.

There were some red patterns on the stone that were connected by strokes. At first glance, I thought someone was deliberately carving them. However, after he plucked all the soil, the exposed part scared him.

It looked like some extremely sloppy brushwork, and I couldn't recognize what was written on it. Qin Mu's eyes were almost stuck on the stone, and only then did he find that the red font on the stone seemed to be his own pattern.

However, during a long period of research, Qin Mu kept drawing in his mind and suddenly thought, isn’t this the ancient god’s word?

This cannot be blamed on Qin Mu. As we all know, in all Wu Zhu's courses, Qin Mu mastered two things, quickly drawing talismans and witch songs. In addition to the fast speed of drawing talismans, the two can basically be considered passing. Until now, only one sentence of the three forbidden spells, the spiritual power seems to be drained. Other witch songs, whether good or bad, are incompatible with each other... So, it is a miracle that Qin Mu can survive smoothly until now.

The guy, the ancient gods, can only be said to have only a slight understanding of the ancient gods, and it is limited to the ancient gods, which are not crazy cursive. Qin Mu, who has a little bit of crazy cursive, can't tell what it is. This is like Chinese characters, and the same is true. Everyone recognizes regular script, but once they change to the crazy cursive mode, they probably don't know most of them.

For example, the runes of Maoshan. Although the runes of Maoshan were also developed from the ancient divine language, they not only cursed wildly, but also added many symbols that Qin Mu could not understand. Even if someone told him what this talisman was for, they still had a dark look at the Maoshan talisman and could not understand them at all.

It’s like the stone tablet in front of you now. Qin Mu copied it several times in his mind, but there was no result. Finally, the last time there was a flash of inspiration and found that it seemed to be an ancient god’s word.

"You're eating..." Qin Mu recited slowly, and after reading it, he was covered in mud: "What is this?"

"Yang...ya...tan..." Qin Mu's words came out of his mouth, and inexplicable words were filtered out. The last three words gradually formed in his mind, almost jumping up: "Corpse Pool?!"

Honglian was shocked, and Black Pearl was thinking, while Xiaobai seemed to see something, her face changed drastically, and she shouted anxiously: "Mu Mu, come back..." Xiaobai's last word "come" had not finished speaking, but she felt that the entire square had darkened.

The eternal light on the wall was not extinguished, but at this time it blurred little by little, and finally melted into a piece of black.

Qin Mu heard Xiaobai's words, but he didn't expect that he would come so quickly. As soon as Xiaobai finished speaking, he couldn't see his fingers in the entire square.

Even though Qin Mu relied on his night vision ability, he could only see ten centimeters ahead, stretching his arms from afar. He couldn't even see his arms clearly, and there was no place below his arms, but Qin Mu really felt that they were still there.

But now Qin Mu is not afraid of this at all. His mind is full of the three words "Caring a Pool", which are densely packed, as if mocking his ignorance.

These corpses are not a combination of corpse slaves and murderous souls. They are zombies, and they are zombies that can fly. They are at least the level of the zombie king. When Qin Mu thought of this, his scalp became numb and his waist and legs were sore.

Qin Mu had previously misled the fat corpse slave and the corpse king in front of him, and wanted to be a corpse slave in all the tombs, but he did not think about it in the direction of the zombies.
Chapter completed!