When I woke up, I saw the enlarged handsome face of the King of Hell. I didn't hold out a sip of water and coughed directly on the King of Hell's face.
The King of Hell was like a cat with a trampled tail. He shouted and jumped away, his face pale and pale, using a handkerchief to touch the water on his face.
I suddenly came back to my senses and sat up from the ground. When I saw that the young master, the pangolin, and the King of Hell were all relieved. I felt that the air sprayed from my mouth had a smell of unpleasant smell of stinky water.
Thinking of the situation in the water just now, I was still scared and didn’t know if the water was poisonous. I didn’t know how much I drank in one breath.
"What is this?" I asked the young master.
"It seems like a secret passage." The answer to me is indeed pangolin.
The Pangolin told me about the situation just now. It turned out that the King of Hell first discovered an organ under the water, and then pulled all of us down. Unexpectedly, the Pangolin and the Young Master had no problem with the good water quality, so I almost died.
When the young master saw me awake, he was so excited that he almost burst into tears. He hugged me tightly and said, "I thought you were going to die. I escaped once, but I couldn't escape the second time! Dead boy, learn to hold my breath next time. Haven't you already know how to swim? So what if I fall into the water one day alone!"
"It's not that easy. It's a psychological shadow. It's hard to change, okay?" I took off my clothes and wrung the water from the wet clothes, and looked at the King of Hell. The King of Hell's face looked very bad. It seemed that I was touched by my saliva just now. I was very depressed.
In view of the fact that the King of Hell saved my life, I apologized, but was scolded by the King of Hell.
I muttered to myself, how could there be such a perverted cleanliness obsession? The King of Hell's mental problems are indeed no less than mine.
As soon as my brain got hot, I said, "Nether Hell, next time a psychologist goes to the underworld to report, remember to ask him to treat it. I think you have a mental problem of being obsessed with cleanliness."
The King of Hell frowned and looked at me, looking disdainful to talk to me, and threw the handkerchief that had dried his face at me in disgust and directly covered my head.
I took the handkerchief casually and threw it to the young master, "Hold it, this thing is used to wipe your butt next time, it should be better than talisman paper."
The young master looked at it and put it away, "What he said is right, it's still silk, it's expensive!"
The King of Hell was obviously speechless when he sang and said nothing, and walked towards the front without saying a word.
I woke up and looked at the surroundings. We are now in a circular tunnel, and there are still some traces of water on the ground of the tunnel. It seems that they were left behind when we came in just now.
There was a closed wall behind me. According to what the Pangolin told the young master, as soon as we came in, the entrance behind automatically closed, blocking the water outside. We have no way to go back now, so we can only continue to walk forward.
As the young master walked, he asked me where the road leads.
I said angrily, I am not the owner of the tomb, how can I know?
I can't understand why such a large pool appeared just now. Logically speaking, if you keep running, you should enter the tomb. Even if you don't find the coffin, you should be close to it.
But this passage is strange and actually designed in this pool. Even if ordinary people are chased by lice, they may not find that there will be access in the pool.
I couldn't help but wonder why such an access was involved under this pool, and the pool was placed in the middle of the two rows of pillars above, which was the place where people fell into the most easily.
Click—
A crisp sound came from the silent passage, and the four of us held our breath.
The young master looked at me and then at his feet, and said with a convulsive expression: "I stepped on the bone..."
I glanced at the foot of the young master. It was just a skeleton. I don’t know how many years have passed. A bone was scattered in the middle of the aisle and was broken by the young master. The young master had never seen dead people and skeletons, so I was very fussy. I am already immune to these things now. After all, I was in the soul business before.
"It's okay, if you step on it, he won't come to you for revenge." I patted the young master on the shoulder and said.
"Impotence." The King of Hell, who was walking in the front, heard my words and turned around and said.
"I'm telling the truth." I said disapprovingly. When a person dies, the body is something outside the body. The King of Hell knows more clearly than me.
After walking around me with his mysterious eyes for two rounds, he turned his head and stopped talking to me.
The young master and the pangolin walked in front of me, following the King of Hell tightly.
After walking for a long time, I saw that there was no change in the passage, I asked the King of Hell: "Do you know where this passage leads to?"
"How could I know?" The King of Hell in front was so tender that he also felt a hint of impatientness in his voice.
As the young master walked, he complained that his clothes were soaked that he felt uncomfortable all over. I asked the young master to bear it. In such a place, discomfort is second, and life is second. What is terrible is that life is worse than death.
"Master Xiaolong, you know that I am fragile inside, so don't scare me." The master muttered in front, "If you talk about it, I don't have to die than to die, I will scare you to death."
"The King of Hell is here. As long as he doesn't want your life, can you die?" I ridiculed.
"It's just that the King of Hell is here that makes people worry. You say that King of Hell, if you are in a bad mood and take my life away directly, it would be a big loss." The young master raised his voice and said.
Before I could speak, the King of Hell in front of me had already heard the voice of his voice, "If you keep talking like this, I will let Hei Bai Wuchang take you to the eighteenth level of hell now."
When the young master heard the King of Hell's speech, the young master looked at me in surprise. I was as surprised as the young master, and I felt that the King of Hell seemed a little strange.
Before, it was obvious that no matter what the young master said, even if it was a very ugly word, the King of Hell could not reply in such a fierce tone. It was either disdainful or cold, but it would not have a harsh taste.
We cannot withstand any changes in such a place. I always feel that the King of Hell is a little strange. What is wrong with the King of Hell?
At this time, I found that the pangolin walking in front of the young master was also a little strange. After walking for a long time, the pangolin didn't say a word, and kept following the King of Hell, and didn't even look back at us. Moreover, the pangolin's walking posture was very strange, as if the legs were inconvenient. I clearly remember that the pangolin was particularly flexible when walking.
I patted the young master on the shoulder in front of me. The young master turned around and we exchanged eyes. I knew that the young master also saw something strange.
I quietly changed my position with the young master. In a place like the ancient tomb, something like a ghost might happen. I suspect that the pangolin might be fascinated by something.
Although I don’t feel the ghost energy, if the ghost is on the body, people who walk usually stand on tiptoe, and the pangolin’s walking posture is particularly strange. Maybe they really meet some amazing dirty thing.
No one knows whether there will be dirt in the tomb that is tens of millions of years. The things I have packed are only two or three hundred years long. If they are really something that is more than a thousand years old, I will not be sure. Moreover, this time I came out and I was just taking care of the zombie talisman, so I didn’t think about making some ghost-exorcist talismans.
The young master behind him became heavier. Although the young master met me for a long time, he had never seen me catch ghosts, nor had he seen anything like ghosts, so he was naturally a little nervous.
Not only the young master, but even I was a little nervous. After I changed positions with the young master, I found that it was not just the pangolin who was problematic. The walking posture of the King of Hell in front was also strangely excessive, and it looked like all limbs were broken.
But just a few minutes ago, I saw that the King of Hell and the pangolin looked normal.
I feel very confused. If it is a ghost, I am not afraid. If it is not a ghost, what would it be?
But at this moment, no matter how scared I am, I can only walk forward with a tougher bullet. In any case, I can only find out the reason quickly, just like being sick. The more you delay, the more trouble you will be in the end. If you delay from the early stage to the late stage, you will be like dragging yourself from the road of life to the death.
I turned around and gave the young master a look, asking him to be careful, and I'm about to take action.
Although the young master's face was not very good-looking, he took a deep breath and nodded. His whole body was wet, making the young master look like a young master, but rather like a down-and-out beggar. Looking at such a young master, I couldn't help feeling a little sad. The young master would come in here and encounter so many dangers, which would have nothing to do with me.
If it weren't for me, the young master would still be the free and happy young master in a gorgeous dress, and he would not have the turn of suffering such a crime. However, the young master knew me, but I dragged him down.
I said silently in my heart, Master, I'm sorry.
Turning my head suddenly, I looked at the pangolin in front, bit my fingers, stared at the pangolin's back, and quickly drew a ghost-exorcist talisman on the pangolin's back with my hands.
However, the talisman drawn on it was not useful at all. The pangolin seemed to feel nothing and was still walking forward. Its posture was as strange as if the limbs were falling apart, reminding me of those puppets that others were holding with thread.
The young master's hand trembled and touched my shoulders, leaned into my ear and asked quietly, "What's going on?"
I shook my head and said nothing, followed the pangolin faster, and slapped the pangolin's shoulders suddenly. I wanted to see what was attached to the pangolin's body.
Smack-
The pangolin's head tilted and made a 180-degree turn.