The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 342 Style mutation
"Ghosts, poisonous gas, crossbows, firearms...Classics and modernity are intertwined, mystery and science are at the same time. The layout inside is really rich."

After destroying the altar, the ubiquitous interference and suppression in the tavern/temple has been reduced a lot. With the God's Eye operating at full strength, the many vicious traps in the secret passage can basically be seen at a glance.

He pinched the Liuren Shen Ke in his hand several times to make sure that the danger was within control. Zhu Mingyao glanced at his temporary comrade and motioned for her to move aside.

The son of a rich man cannot sit down in court, and even if he doesn't pay attention to some institutions, he has no intention of going into battle personally. Now he has ready-made cannon fodder, which can be used to display the traditional skills of the Maoshan lineage.

"The living go up to Yang, the dead go down to Yin, Yin people go on the road, Yang people avoid..."

Although the blue-grey Sanqing Ling had developed a thick patina, the sound was still clear and crisp. Dozens of yellow talismans were flying one after another, each of which was attached to the forehead of a charred corpse. The bright red ghost inscriptions flashed, and the corpses suddenly trembled. , it stood up like a straight board with a spring on its back.

The depths of the empty eye sockets glowed gray and red. Their joints were as stiff as iron. They could not move their feet or bend their waists. They could only raise their hands flat. As the imperial clock in Zhu Mingyao's hand swayed, they jumped and jumped in the image of a classic fantasy film. They formed a long queue and jumped into the cave entrance without hesitation.

First the blood was drawn, then the corpse was refined, and finally he was sent to be used as a human shield for land mines. This method of devouring everything made those evil evil cults who were prolific in murdering people scream "expert" when they saw it. However, a man and a woman present , neither of them had been contaminated by the thoughts of the Holy Mother of the White Zuo. Instead, they smiled at each other and felt that each other's methods were to their liking.

In order to adapt to local conditions, the rule of giving priority to ladies was reversed. The Yaksha ghost general took the lead with a ray of illuminating silver flames, and Zhu Mingyao then led Serena to follow lightly.

After a long time, the unattended bonfire outside gradually extinguished, leaving only a few dark red embers.

……

In the deathly silence, a mature and cold female voice sounded softly, muttering a few words with emotion and fear.

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Of course, the premise is that you ignore the ubiquitous sweet and strange fishy smell, as well as the horrifying decorations on the walls on both sides:
The wavy grooves intertwine and intersect with each other, extending downward to unknown distances. The viscous liquid in them reflects a terrifying red light, and not a drop is spilled during the surging flow, as if the law of gravity has lost its effect in this area.

The silver flame is as smooth as a mirror, spinning quietly behind the Yaksha ghost's head, like the backlight of gods and Buddhas on religious scrolls, diluting the slightly ferocious temperament. It makes it look like the guardian king of Brahma, and at the same time, it reflects the secret passage like daytime.

In a natural environment, as the upper and lower ends of the food chain, most of the nests infested by venomous snakes and lizards are always rarely populated by insects. Although these snake-turned-vampires may not have similar eating habits, they have also inherited some good hygiene habits and have grown up. The long stone corridor was only slightly damp, but overall it was quite neat.

Several unburned firewood sticks were stuck upside down in gasoline barrels and stood tall. The ice wheel rose from the horizon, and the frosty white moonlight imprinted on it, drawing out a snake-like slender shadow. It followed the collapsed door and snaked its way in. In the tavern, I reached the dark hole.

After hesitating for a moment, the close proximity of the defecting criminal and the huge benefits finally overwhelmed the fear on the other side of the balance in his heart. The shadow flickered and spread straight into the secret passage.

"Miss Serena, I would like to ask a slightly offensive question, have you lived... ahem, the noble race has lived for a long time. I have never heard of anyone in the Aztec pantheon who likes to use snakes besides Quetzalcoatl. Visually?"

Raising his hand to call out a whirlwind to block the zombie remains that were torn apart by the explosive mechanism in front of him, Zhu Mingyao suddenly asked an inexplicable question.

"What did you find?" Even though she looked like a girl, Miss Vampire was far beyond the age of being angry about her age, and she followed his gaze. On the top of the tunnel, there are huge relief sculptures with vertical pupils of snakes in a continuous line, as if some existence is casting its gaze, coldly observing the two uninvited guests.

"When we took root in the New World, those guys had already left this world, and the remaining believers and priests were wiped out by the Templar Church and the Spaniards. I have no research on this."

She dipped her green little finger into the liquid in the groove and brought it to her nose to smell it carefully. Serena looked like she was used to it.

"The vitality squeezed out by those who just died is here. They are just dirty things like blood sacrifices. The indigenous gods of the ancient city-states are all the same thing."

"You are a little arbitrary, please allow me to correct you." The indifferent look on his companion's face activated Zhu Mingyao's long-standing memory, making him nostalgic for the days when he was a half-hearted student of history and folklore, and popularized science on the Internet.

After all, for ordinary people like us, isn’t learning some side knowledge just to show off online?

"It is commonplace for primitive indigenous gods, especially the savage ancient gods who are still in the city-state era, to crave blood and human sacrifices. It is not surprising at all. However, just like among the vampires, there is also Miss Serena who is as clean and self-sufficient as she is. I wish to kill innocent noble ladies indiscriminately..."

It was a pleasant cooperation all the way. Zhu Mingyao first flattered the only audience before continuing to explain:

"Among the Aztec gods, there is also the Quetzalcoatl god Kukulcan who hates blood sacrifices and only likes white lotus flowers and fruits."

He glanced at the indigo ax stuck in the back of the Yaksha ghost general and coughed lightly.

"Looking at every detail in this temple, it should belong to Him, but the sacrificial rituals are so bloody and cruel, which really makes people feel too contradictory."

Of course it is very contradictory. Any religious belief has its rules and taboos. Even in a godless world, the Tathagata, the Buddha, and other old people may not care if you give him pig heads and three animals as tributes, but the monks in the temple will definitely let you know. Just call it Shaolin Kung Fu.

But in a world where ghosts and gods are real, if you mess up the sacrificial ritual, it will not be as simple as just taking a few moves of Prajna Palm and powerful Vajra Kick.

"As for your question, I think maybe the previous thing can answer it..." Serena obviously had no interest in ancient theology, her eyes were bright and shining, and the dark vision of the high-ranking vampire seemed to see something, and she reached out and pointed far away.

The large volcanic rock wall in front suddenly changed, and was replaced by neatly spliced ​​silver-white steel plates. The cold light flashed fluorescently, and everything was spotless. There were sliding automatic doors on the wall, and there were even hanging Fingerprint code lock.

The fantasy style suddenly turned into a science fiction style. Even if Zhu Mingyao thought he was well-informed, he was shocked for a while.

Miss Vampire's small ears trembled slightly, and she caught a few short and trembling breaths. She chuckled, "I'm not very good at solving puzzles, but torture... I still have some experience!"

Before he finished speaking, his soft claws as white as jade suddenly swung open, easily tearing open one of the alloy doors, and snatched out a figure.

(End of this chapter)