The Bad Man's Ride

Chapter 2 Ghost Vein Art
"It hurts so much. Why is there room under this damn place? It shouldn't be." Li Zhu stood up slowly with his weak body, and muttered in a low voice.

When he stood up and saw the surrounding scene, he couldn't help but sweat from the top of his head. Two rows of candles illuminated the surrounding space, and a cold breath came over his face. The flames on the candles lingered here like will-o-the-wisps. Zhu looked forward and saw a coffin by the light of the candle.

This coffin is surrounded by Yin Qi, it is really surrounded by Yin Qi, Li Zhu saw a large cloud of black air coiling around this coffin, he couldn't help shivering, and murmured in a low voice : "Damn it, what's going on in this place?" He just finished speaking, and he found that the small space was filled with his echoes.
"It's really scary. How could there be an echo in such a small space? It's really strange." Thinking of this, Li Zhu couldn't help but set his sights on this coffin again, took a deep breath, and walked like this coffin, When he got close, Li Zhuzai observed the coffin carefully. The coffin was not big, and it didn't look like the person buried inside would be an adult.

Li Zhu gently touched the black air nearby with his trembling hands, and suddenly felt a biting cold air rushing towards his face, and he couldn't help taking two steps back, "What the hell is this? It's strange. I have never noticed it even after watching anime. There are such scenes among bad people," Li Zhu thought as he stood in front of the coffin.

"Hahaha, why should I think so much when I shouldn't exist here?" Li Zhu's eyes sharpened, "This may be my only chance to live, otherwise I will be trapped here to death, really It's unsatisfactory"

Li Zhu took a step forward, ignoring the icy cold breath, and pushed the lid on the coffin with all his strength. The coffin lid moved down bit by bit, but after a while, there was a bang, the coffin lid fell on the ground The sound, the coffin is only made of ordinary wood, for 12-year-old Li Zhu, he opened it successfully.

Li Zhu took two deep breaths, all the thoughts in his heart were suppressed by him, and he looked at the coffin. This time, the scene inside did not seem so intrusive, but it still gave Li Zhu a chill Trembling, there is a little boy lying in the coffin, yes, it is a little boy, it looks like a little boy who is asleep, lying in the coffin and sleeping peacefully.

"How could there be a child in this place?" Li Zhu looked at the little boy and was full of doubts. He thought that the coffin might be a dead bone, or there might be a zombie inside, but how could this be a little boy? .

Li Zhu picked up the candle next to the coffin and shone it into the coffin, and saw that the child's head was as bright as a little monk, but the body was covered with black tattoos, and the tattoos seemed to be alive. Infiltrating and scary, there is a strange black mark in the center of his forehead, which looks incomprehensible.
Li Zhu gradually probed the little boy's nose with his hands, and finally confirmed that the little boy was indeed not breathing. The little boy had already died completely, but Li Zhu was puzzled by the fact that The body is playing with how to live, the flesh does not rot, as if he can come back to life at any time.

Li Zhu used the candlelight to look around the coffin. He found a parchment under the little boy's right hand. Li Zhu gently pulled the parchment out from under the boy's hand. Li Zhu Leaning on the ground next to the coffin, holding a candle in one hand, and gently spreading the roll of sheepskin on his legs with the other hand, opening it bit by bit.

When the appearance of the parchment scroll was gradually opened, Li Zhu was deeply shocked, because he saw the three big characters on the top of the parchment scroll called "Ghost Vein Jue".

"This, what's going on here, how can there be ghost veins in the world of bad people," Li Zhu was shocked, and he suddenly thought, if this is really ghost veins, then this person, there is still His appearance, isn't he just Ding Shaping, how could this appear in this dungeon, thinking of this, Li Zhu looked at the ghost pulse formula in his hand again, and gradually fell into deep thought.

"Hahahaha, if... if you can practice this Ghost Meridian Jue, wouldn't you really be able to survive, leave this dark dungeon, leave this Jiaolan Palace, this "prosperous" thousand-year-old ancient capital Luoyang, it is really endless me"

Li Zhu stood up, looked at the little boy in the coffin, and murmured: "If you are really Ding Shaping, I think you will understand me, right, our two experiences may be really the same, I want to live, and only by surviving can I go on, and only by becoming stronger can I control my life." The method of cultivating Ghost Meridian Art, hahahaha. Hahahaha Li Zhu looked at the little boy in the coffin and laughed.

"If you can really succeed in cultivation, so what? Li Zhu held the ghost pulse formula in his hand, and the scene of the palace slaughter played back in his mind, and he seemed to see the raging fire again in his eyes. The departure in front of his eyes, the country's mountains and rivers are broken, the wind and rain are drifting,

Li Zhu's heart became more and more icy cold, and the black air around the coffin surrounded him from nowhere, as if he felt a new joy.

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(End of this chapter)