Under the nervous gazes of the two, from the dark cave, there was a squeaking sound. A grayish-black little mouse crawled out of the cave and ran to the side in a panic.
"Phew …" After seeing that it was just a rat, the old man relaxed.
However, Zuo Qingcang frowned and asked, "Could it be that the reason why you're able to survive here is by eating rat meat?"
"No, I'm eating something else. Moreover, there aren't any rats in this tomb …" Before he finished his sentence, both he and Zuo Qingcang reacted at the same time and looked toward the dark hole.
'There are no rats. Does this mean that the first hole leads to the outside?'
Just as the two of them thought of this, a transparent tentacle came out of the hole with a swoosh. In an instant, it wrapped around the rat and absorbed it.
It was indeed absorbing. The transparent tentacle looked like some kind of light green mucus. It wrapped around the curled up mouse. The mouse seemed to have been thrown into a small water tank, and then it struggled with all its might.
However, no matter how hard it struggled, it could not get out of the transparent mucus. Instead, more and more mucus came out of the hole, like a ball of green paste, wrapping the rat in the depths.
At the same time, the bricks were also pulled away by the mucus, making gurgling sounds. Zuo Qingcang and the old man could now see that the sounds were made by various kinds of bones hitting the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the mucus stopped coming out of the hole. The monster in front of them had become a ball of light green transparent mucus about the size of a stove. They could see with the naked eye that there were many bones, rotten flesh, internal organs, and other kinds of corpses soaked in it.
"What the hell is this?" Zuo Qingcang asked softly as the two of them retreated.
"This … this is …" The old man's face was pale, and his whole body trembled as he said, "This is a zombie monster! This is the first time I've seen it. It's said that this thing can only be formed in places where cultivators have died. It's said that it's caused by the violent spiritual energy in the corpse after the death. I thought it was just a legend … "
In the cultivation sects of the Central Plains, the spiritual energy in the human body had always been regarded as different from any other kind of spiritual energy in the world, perhaps because human beings claimed to be the spirit of all things. This kind of zombie monster often appeared in the tombs of cultivators.
Seeing the rat struggling in the transparent mucus of the zombie monster, but its hair was gradually dissolving, Zuo Qingcang's pupils shrank and he hurriedly asked, "Does this thing eat people?"
"I don't know. I heard it as a legend. It shouldn't eat it …"
Just as the two of them were talking, a lump suddenly protruded from the body of the zombie monster... It was vaguely visible, and it seemed to be a human face full of resentment, resentment, and hatred. The human face was purely made up of mucus. The so-called eyes and mouth were just empty holes.
Seeing that the human face had turned to look in their direction, Zuo Qingcang's countenance sank and he asked, "Do you know how to deal with this thing? I think it's interested in us. "
"I don't know, but it's said that zombie monsters are formed by the spiritual energy in the corpses of cultivators. It's the most evil thing in the world. Something with the most positive and positive energy should be able to restrain it."
Hearing the old man's words, Zuo Qingcang frowned. It was as good as not saying anything. They were now in an underground tomb. How could they find anything with the most positive energy? He stared at the zombie monster and saw the ghost face it spat out keep turning.
He said, "Oh right, don't you know Taoist magic? Where's your blinking fire? " Zuo Qingcang was just about to ask the old man to try setting the zombie monster on fire, but then he thought about it again. He didn't know if the fire could deal with the monster in front of him. But if it couldn't, it would be troublesome if it was angered.
Looking at the corpse monster's empty eyes, Zuo Qingcang suddenly thought, 'This thing doesn't have eyes, and it shouldn't be relying on these eyes to see us. Moreover, if it continues to stay in the darkness underground, it might not even rely on its vision to sense its prey. Could it rely on its hearing?'
Just as the two were thinking, the zombie monster suddenly moved. It was like a big ball of rolling mud, rushing toward the two of them. Its bones and all kinds of fragments hit the ground from time to time, making a gurgling sound.
The old man let out a loud cry and turned to run toward the crack he had come from. However, Zuo Qingcang grabbed onto him tightly and brought him running in another direction.
"What are you doing? Let go of me! "
"Calm down, the gap is too narrow. Once we escape, we'll be too slow. But this zombie monster can change its shape at will and is not affected by the terrain. It will catch up with us."
The zombie monster's speed was much faster than its appearance. While the two of them were talking, it was already five meters behind them. Zuo Qingcang pushed the old man hard and ran to the other side, shouting, "Run in two different directions! Don't stop! "
Seeing the old man and Zuo Qingcang running in different directions, the zombie monster let out an angry roar. Then, there was the sound of cloth tearing. The zombie monster also split into two groups and chased after Zuo Qingcang and the old man respectively.
When Zuo Qingcang heard the strange sounds and roars, he ran forward without even turning his head. It was only when he could no longer sense the movements behind him that he turned to take a look. He discovered that perhaps because the corpse monster had been split into two, its speed was not as fast as it had been at the start. Zuo Qingcang had already shaken it off by over ten meters.
'It didn't die after its body was separated. Could this zombie monster be some kind of collective creature? '
The next moment, he tried to run into the shadows of the burial chamber. However, the changes in light and darkness did not seem to affect the zombie monster at all. Instead, Zuo Qingcang slowed down because he had to be careful of the changes in the terrain and the funerary objects in the dark.
Thinking about how the two of them had whispered to each other in front of the zombie monster, Zuo Qingcang thought to himself, 'So it's not using its sight, but its hearing?'
Thinking of this, he casually grabbed a jar by the roadside and threw it to the side with force. There was a crisp bang, followed by a series of crashing sounds in the burial chamber. The jar smashed countless funerary objects, and the corpse monster's body came to a stop.
On the other hand, Zuo Qingcang threw himself to the ground when he threw the jar. He held his breath and did not move his body, trying not to make any sound.
After doing all this, Zuo Qingcang stared at the motionless zombie monster, ready to jump up and run at any time.
However, the zombie monster hesitated for a moment, as if sensing something. In the end, it ran in the direction where the jar fell and did not look at where Zuo Qingcang was.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Zuo Qingcang slowly got up and walked quietly in the direction where the old man had run. Hiding in the dark, Zuo Qingcang could hear the old man's shouts, the zombie monster's roar, and the sound of funerary objects being broken from time to time.
By the time he arrived, the lower half of the old man's body had been completely covered by the zombie monster's mucus. He kept struggling, trying to get rid of the mucus, but it was useless. The zombie monster was like a huge cell, constantly devouring the old man in front of it. With this kind of attack, no matter how hard the old man struggled, it was useless no matter how strong he was.
Zuo Qingcang could imagine the old man being completely covered by the mucus, like a fish in a fish tank, gradually suffocating to death, and then being digested by the zombie monster.
However, while the old man was struggling, his eyes would close and open from time to time. Every time he opened his eyes, a small spark would light up on the zombie monster's body. Every time the spark lit up, the zombie monster would let out a scream, but the spark was too weak. Every time it appeared, it would be extinguished by the zombie monster's mucus not long after it appeared.
However, seeing this, Zuo Qingcang's eyes lit up. 'This thing does seem to be afraid of fire, but the old man's Dao technique is too weak. Turning into fire in the blink of an eye can scare people, but it can't burn them to death.'
At this moment, another zombie monster appeared. It seemed that it had been attracted by the old man's struggling. As soon as it appeared, it rushed towards the old man's head.
Seeing this zombie monster appear, the old man's expression changed. His eyes were filled with fear, and he shouted, "Save me! Come and save me! "
His body trembled intensely, but he was unable to shake off the mucus on his lower body. His legs seemed to have been wrapped up in a layer of jelly, and he could not move at all. He could only watch as the other zombie monster charged towards him. His eyes gradually revealed a look of despair.
Over ten seconds later, the back of his head was completely covered in mucus. The other zombie monster had started to slowly cover his head. The old man could clearly feel the disgusting mucus flowing on his head, and there was even a strong stench of rotten things that kept on darting into the old man's nostrils.
His legs continued to struggle, but other than coming into contact with all sorts of half-decomposed hairs and bones, there was no other effect. Even his hands had been bound by the mucus, and he felt as if his hands were touching the dead rat from earlier.
Just as he was about to lose all hope, a two-meter-tall figure suddenly rushed toward him from the darkness.
'A giant?' Just as he was thinking of this, the figure had already walked out of the darkness. It was Zuo Qingcang. The reason why he could only be seen as two meters tall was because he was carrying a dried corpse in his hands and was charging towards the old man.
The old man looked over and realized that the dried corpse was Uncle Chi with a human head and a bird's body in the crystal coffin. Zuo Qingcang's shout rang out, "Light up! Light up! "
After the old man blinked, a spark was ignited on the dried corpse. In the next moment, the dried corpse that had been artificially dried for two thousand years had become the best firewood.
With a loud boom, a large pot of flames was set ablaze on the dried corpse, and thick black smoke kept on rising. Zuo Qingcang slapped the dried corpse onto the zombie monster's body.
In the next moment, a tragic roar was heard. The zombie monster had already shaken off the old man and frantically retreated.
Zuo Qingcang immediately charged forward and smashed the burning dried corpse onto the zombie monster. This time, the dried corpse broke into countless pieces and fell into the zombie monster's body. Zuo Qingcang pounced forward and threw the still burning corpse into another zombie monster's body.
A few minutes later, the two of them were panting heavily as they looked at the zombie monster that had disappeared. Only two pitch-black scorch marks and piles of black residue were left on the ground.
At this moment, Zuo Qingcang gasped. Only then did he notice the stinging pain coming from his hands. It was obvious that his actions earlier had caused slight burns on his hands.
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