Chapter four thousand one hundred and sixty-one desperate Hans
At this moment, Hans looked quite terrifying, like a mummy that had been dried for many years.
"Ho ho..."
Looking at Tang Zhen behind him, he wanted to open his mouth to say something, but his throat could not make a normal sound.
Rather, it is like a broken bellows, the sound is low and hoarse.
Tang Zhen could see that Hans's eyes were full of despair, and there was also a hint of pleading.
Although Tang Zhen is the enemy, he is also the only hope.
If Tang Zhen didn't help, he would definitely be drained of his essence, blood and soul by the oil lamp, and turn into a mummy at the door of the ancient tomb.
But the question is, will Tang Zhen really help?
Hans knew very well that the fact that Tang Zhen appeared in front of him intact was enough to explain the problem.
When despair emerged in his heart again, Tang Zhen had already appeared in front of him, followed immediately by the sound of two objects hitting the ground.
"Uh uh uh!"
Hans felt as if his body was leaking air, and then he felt relieved.
The two lamps stuck on his shoulders were kicked away by Tang Zhen, and the green blood essence flame was extinguished.
Hans collapsed to the ground as if his bones had been ripped off.
It was as if someone had choked my neck. At this moment, I was finally able to breathe, and I kept sucking in air frantically.
Tang Zhen stood nearby with an indifferent expression.
After dozens of breaths, Hans finally recovered and turned his head to look around him.
"Thanks."
At this moment, Hans was so weak that he had to use all his strength to speak.
"No need to thank me, you won't live long anyway."
Tang Zhen's tone was calm. In his eyes, Hans was not much different from a dead person.
"I know, but I still hope you can help me perform a secret technique."
After Hans said this, he forced himself to dig into his pocket and took out a piece of animal skin with trembling arms.
"There is a secret art of blood exchange here that can help me heal my wounds. As long as you can help, I will give away all my wealth."
Hans, who was about to die, wanted to use a secret method to save himself, but he had to ask Tang Zhen for help.
He knew even more clearly in his heart what kind of fate Tang Zhen would encounter if he agreed to help.
In order to ensure success, Tang Zhen used money as bait, hoping that Tang Zhen would be tempted.
After all, the dispute between the two parties had been settled through money before this.
"All your wealth, even if you put it all together, is probably not as good as one of the items here.
So I’m not very interested in your conditions.”
Tang Zhen looked at the wooden door, raised a smile on his lips, and directly rejected Hans' request.
"Well……"
Hans stared, this was his only hope of survival, but Tang Zhen rejected it directly.
He also has a lofty dream. If he wants to become a powerful practitioner, he must not die in this place.
Even at this moment, he hated Tang Zhen in his heart, but he still wanted to plead.
"Help me, I will not only give you wealth, but also teach you the secrets of inheritance, so that you have powerful power.
One day, we may even be able to compete with gods!"
In order to survive, Hans began to talk nonsense. As long as Tang shook his heart, he would have a chance to survive.
But when Tang Zhen heard this, he showed a trace of disdain and shook his head gently.
"If your so-called secret technique is just this low-end corpse control technique, then don't show it again to embarrass yourself."
Hearing Tang Zhen's ridicule, Hans became more and more desperate. He didn't expect that the secret technique he regarded as a treasure was not even noticed by Tang Zhen.
"No, you don't understand. As long as you continue to practice and sincerely pray to the gods, you will be able to obtain a more powerful inheritance!"
Facing Tang Zhen's doubts, Hans was a little hysterical. If he could move now, he would definitely fight with Tang Zhen and kill this guy who doubted him.
Tang Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the tomb door in front of him, not bothering to pay attention to this guy at all.
Soon he knelt down, opened the backpack beside Hans, and took out the silver vial and syringe.
He opened the sealed medicine bottle, took a syringe of medicine, and looked at Hans lying on the ground.
"what are you up to?"
There was a hint of panic in Hans' tone, and he had a bad premonition.
"Of course we will impose punishments to make you pay for your actions!
You use this kind of venom to kill people, but you end up dying at the hands of this kind of venom. This way of death is undoubtedly very appropriate.
According to the saying in my hometown, evil will be punished, do you agree?"
Tang Zhen's sarcastic smile looked extremely scary to Hans, almost like a devil.
"No, please, don't do this!"
Hans begged loudly, but the syringe in Tang Zhen's hand had fallen and stabbed directly into his chest.
At this moment, Hans was in a state of skin and bones, and the needle penetrated without any hindrance.
Hans roared hoarsely. As the maker of the potion, he naturally knew the consequences of being injected.
Even a normal person will definitely be infected and die.
A corpse like this can become a controllable corpse as long as it is summoned by secret techniques.
He cooperates with female nurses to find strong men who are dying, in order to avoid the suspicion of official organizations.
If it was a normal person who died suddenly, there would definitely be a coroner's examination, but if it was a dying patient in the hospital, no one would pay any attention to it.
Using this method, Hans obtained a lot of corpses, refined them and used them as tools to explore for treasure deep in the ancient tomb.
There are terrifying existences inside the ancient tombs, and living people will definitely die if they enter. However, using the controllable corpses, it is not easy to be discovered by evil spirits.
There are also disadvantages. This kind of ghoul can only be used for a short period of time. When the remaining essence in the body is exhausted, the ghoul will turn into a real corpse and rot at an extremely fast speed.
In fact, there are advanced secret techniques that can refine corpses, which not only allows them to be controlled for a longer period of time, but also allows them to acquire some weird and powerful abilities.
For example, it can grow poisonous claws, harden its skin, and even spray poisonous gas from its mouth, possessing the ability to frighten the soul.
Hans longed for such inherited skills, but lacked enough courage and physical strength, fearing that he would not be able to withstand the backlash from the void.
This inheritance of controlling corpses comes from unknown gods in the void. Every time you obtain an inheritance, you must pay a corresponding price.
Hans tried it once and felt that life would be worse than death.
However, for the strong power and the benefits that power brings, there are still many practitioners who continue to work hard.
Only those who have experienced it personally know how powerful the temptation is, and it is like an addiction that cannot be given up.
The same is true for Hans. If he plans to practice for a while longer, he will try to acquire advanced skills.
But these dreams will completely end today.
"Damn beast, I curse you to hell..."
Hans tried his best, roaring and begging. In his current state, he simply couldn't withstand the poison of the medicine.
In a few minutes, it will turn into a corpse.
Hans' dry skin became dull and thin, and he couldn't feel the pain at all.
Also invisible, the needle pierced his body and all the black liquid was pushed in.
"Shut up and wait to die."
Tang Zhen took the empty syringe, shook it in front of Hans, and threw it aside like garbage.
When Hans saw this scene, his eyes widened, as if he wanted to kill Tang Zhen with his gaze.
After holding on for only a few seconds, he lay on the ground dejectedly, as silently as a dead dog.
He knew in his heart that he was bound to die, so naturally he no longer wasted his efforts.
On the contrary, when I recall my life past in my mind, I still have endless emotions in my heart.
If he could choose again, he would definitely not be mediocre and try his best to obtain the inheritance of high-level secret arts.
Even if you die from the backlash, it is better than living like a dog and finally falling at the door of the underground tomb, but not daring to take a step until you die.
"If you were strong enough, you might have entered the tomb long ago and obtained the legendary treasure..."
With deep regret, Hans closed his eyes and fell into an endless whirlpool of darkness.