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Chapter 296

It took 237 a long time to pry open the lid of the sarcophagus by learning from Ling Luoyu.

He didn't dare to fight too hard, but just exposed a gap and carefully penetrated a hand.

The tentacles are sticky and sticky, and it seems a little moisture to the touch, and it feels wet.

When he was surprised, he suddenly felt a pain on the back of his hand. He let out a "Oh" and panic.

"Bang!"

Cover the lid of the sarcophagus.

"Dong!"

It seemed that something was hitting the stone cover inside, dull and powerful.

237 gasped, not caring about the injuries on the back of his hand, retreated in horror, and sweating profusely.

Is this a zombie or something?!

Why is there such a big noise inside?!

When the 123 was done, it seemed like this, and nothing happened!

Why did something happen when I got to him?

After the sarcophagus hit, there was no sound again, as if what had just been an illusion.

Hallucination?!

He looked at the wound without hesitation.

The blood at the wound was black and purple.

Not an illusion.

237 subconsciously looked at the sarcophagus again, but his pupils suddenly shrank.

Black blood!?

Not good, poisonous!

The thing that bites him is poisonous!

Before he could think about it, he quickly shook his hand and wanted to squeeze out the black blood on the back of his hand.

After struggling for a long time, 237 realized that it was better to use Xuan Qi to drive away the poison faster. He hurriedly sat down cross-legged to lure Xuan Qi to drive away the poison.

Who knew that as soon as he sat down, he heard a serene sound coming from his ears, which made him scared and opened his eyes in shock.

Could it be that the thing in the sarcophagus crawled out?

I saw something poking in front of the sarcophagus, and it seemed that the lid of the sarcophagus was about to be opened.

When I looked carefully, I realized it was a wooden stick.

Wooden stick?

What the hell is it?

Looking along the wooden stick, 237 gasped in horror.

"It's you?!"

Ling Luoyu, who was killed by him just now, was completely intact and sat there leisurely.

That's fine, she was still poking the lid of the coffin with the wooden stick in her hand.

"Brother, it's already noon, why don't you come out to bask in the sun? Look at our three missing one, just wait for you to make a game..."

237: "…"

Why does this sound so creepy?

"123...you...you are not dead?!"

"Why aren't you dead?!" Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes unhappily: "Why don't you hit you with that stone to see if you will die! Damn, a bloody hole has been smashed in your head..."

She knocked on the sarcophagus again impatiently: "I said, you have been sleeping for hundreds of years, and it's time to come out and bask in the sun... It's good for the body to bask in the sun frequently! Even if we are ghosts, we must maintain a light ghost state..."

237 looked at himself in disbelief, "What do you mean? What do you mean? I... die too?"

"Yes, I'm dying from poisoning!" Ling Luoyu pointed at his arm with a small wooden stick: "Did you see, the one who bites you is called the Seven-lined Toad, which specializes in living with Netherworld Flowers. It is poisonous, and it feeds on Netherworld Flowers all year round, so poison is added to it. If you bite you, you can kick your legs and close your eyes..."

She suddenly laughed: "Actually, this is not bad. The three of us can make a game of mahjong... By the way, can you play mahjong? What about pushing Paijiu? If you don't know, it doesn't matter, we can fight Landlords. If it really doesn't work, we can also play color-size-fitting numbers..."
Chapter completed!
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