Reborn Abilities Little Landlord

Chapter 103: Don’t Come Over With Rice Dumplings (2)
A deep fear suddenly rose in her heart, the rune was still short of the last stroke, but her skill was not enough, but she couldn't draw it.

He was in a hurry, but suddenly saw Zhang Zheng cut his finger with the ancient black gold knife in his hand, and then his weird index finger drew a rune in mid-air, which happened to be integrated with the rune drawn by Cheng Zihan, a weird rune Wen was formed in mid-air, surrounded by golden light, all the corpses covered their heads in pain, and let out screams that cracked their lungs one after another.

Cheng Zihan felt the churning in his stomach a little heavier, and watched those corpses under the pressure of the golden light of the runes gradually turn into black thick blood, and finally seeped into the ground, and the feeling in the air The stench became stronger.

"Let's go!" Zhang Zheng suddenly pulled Cheng Zihan past him, pulling her forward quickly.

Cheng Zihan had completely lost his mind, and could only let Zhang Zheng pull him forward.

Along the way, you can see gradually melting corpses, and Cheng Zihan feels that he has been numb from the stimulation.

There seemed to be gusts of wind blowing around, and occasionally water droplets fell on his face. The cold and sticky touch made Cheng Zihan feel his whole body stiff and afraid to move.

Finally, a bright light appeared in front of his eyes. Cheng Zihan just breathed a sigh of relief, but he clearly felt Zhang Zheng's footsteps stop.

She looked at Zhang Zheng suspiciously, and through the dim light, she could only see his thin lips pursed, and there was a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

Cheng Zihan looked ahead. This is probably where the tomb is. Three sets of coffins were suspended in the air with huge chains. Below was a pool of blood. The blood of the corpses killed by them just now Gathered from all directions, exuding bursts of stench.

Zhang Zheng suddenly reached out and pushed Cheng Zihan away, "Let's go!"

Cheng Zihan was pushed back a few steps and bumped into the stone wall, but she didn't know why Zhang Zheng wanted her to leave.

While he was wondering, the tomb room vibrated violently. Cheng Zihan staggered and almost fell. Fortunately, he helped the stone wall beside him in time and avoided falling.

Small and broken stones kept falling around, and Cheng Zihan felt that the stone wall was sticky and wet. She quickly withdrew her hand, looked down, and saw that her hand was covered with blood.

She quickly ran back to Zhang Zheng's side, but seeing him staring at the coffin in front of him for a moment, her eyes also shifted there.

The coffin was shaking violently at this moment, the iron chains hanging on the coffin made a sound, and the blood in the blood pool below was also constantly tumbling. In such a situation, it seemed that some big monster was about to come out.

Cheng Zihan felt inexplicably uneasy.

Zhang Zheng couldn't care about her at this time, he clenched the black gold ancient knife in his hand, and walked forward.

He looked around, there was nothing that could make him jump to the position on the coffin, he suddenly bit his finger, dripped a few drops of blood into the blood pool below, the blood pool that had been tumbling all the time, There was a sudden silence.

Cheng Zihan could vaguely hear a low whimper, as if some sleeping creature was about to wake up.

Seeing that Zhang Zheng had already walked to the opposite side of the blood pool, he swiped the ancient black gold knife in his hand towards the top of the stone wall, and then he climbed up the stone wall with his strength, and soon climbed into the midair, he grabbed it with one hand With the iron chains tied to the coffin, he kicked his feet hard, and his body drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, and then hung firmly on the iron chains.

He tightly grasped the iron chain with both hands, frowned, and then slowly moved his body.

Looking at Zhang Zheng's actions, Cheng Zihan's heart hung in his throat.

The iron chain is probably a little weird, otherwise Zhang Zheng would not have frowned.

Seeing that he had slowly moved to the coffin in the middle, with his feet firmly on it, the ancient black gold knife in his hand pierced fiercely into the coffin without any hesitation.

"Aw—" A terrible roar suddenly came from inside the coffin, and the coffin shook even more violently.Soon, there was a sound of gears turning, and the coffin was slowly lowered down. Cheng Zihan's heart was hanging in her throat. She stared fixedly at the falling coffin. Why is Zheng frowning.

At this time, his hands were torn apart, and it seemed that he was injured when he just touched the iron chain.

Cheng Zihan glanced at the iron chain at this moment. The iron chain was about as thick as her wrist. The four iron chains were intertwined together, tightly binding the coffin in the middle, and then hung it in the air.

The pitch-black iron chain couldn't tell what it was made of, but the coffin was made of high-quality golden nanmu.It seems that the identity of the owner of this coffin must not be simple.

Zhang Zheng's face was solemn, and he tightly held the black gold ancient knife in his hands, and stabbed into the coffin again.

The coffin only vibrated twice this time, without any sound coming out.

Zhang Zheng continued to raise the ancient black gold knife, and stabbed it several times in a row.

Cheng Zihan watched intently, and suddenly, she felt a slight tremor on the ground, and just felt weird in her heart, when she saw the lid of the coffin where Zhang Zheng was standing suddenly flew out, and Zhang Zheng also flew out together , and finally grabbed an iron chain, so as not to fall into the pool of blood.

"Zhang Zheng." Cheng Zihan called out anxiously, and just as he was about to go over, he saw a hand protruding from the coffin.

The hand was very fair, the nails were about [-] centimeters long, and they were pitch black and scary.

Seeing the appearance of this hand, Cheng Zihan felt uneasy.

Mangcang's voice appeared at the right time, "Cheng Zihan, let's go!"

Cheng Zihan hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Zhang Zheng, he seemed to be in a bad condition, she couldn't leave him and run away.

Thinking about it, she suddenly took a few steps forward, picked up Zhang Zheng's black gold ancient knife that fell on the ground, and stabbed fiercely at the back of that hand.

"Ah—" There was a scream, and Cheng Zihan felt his body was thrown upside down by a powerful force.

Zhang Zheng had already regained his senses at this time, his hands loosened the iron chains, and fell steadily to the ground. He glanced at Cheng Zihan with indifferent eyes, then bit his finger again, and drew a line in midair. A strange rune, and a strange syllable, "moo", came out of his mouth.

Cheng Zihan had already got up, and his bones felt as if they were falling apart.

The thing inside the coffin sat up, and Cheng Zihan finally saw the other person's face clearly.

It turned out to be a man.

Wearing a golden battle armor and a helmet on his head, only a pair of cold eyes were exposed.

(End of this chapter)