C62

Looking at the dead bodies sleeping on the bones, Fang Zishu frowned.

Even though they had reached the central area, he still hadn't thought of a way to deal with them yet. With some concern, Fang Zhushu shifted his gaze to the other burial pits.

He discovered that in the several burial pits near them, what was placed was not bones, but terracotta soldiers that were about the size of a real person.

Each of these terracotta soldiers was engraved with lifelike images.

What surprised Fang Zishu the most was the appearance of these terracotta soldiers.

These terracotta soldiers were sculpted in a variety of shapes, either hideous or frightened or pious.

It was probably no different from all the hundreds of things in the world …

"Zi Shuo, have you thought of a way to deal with these zombie claws?"

The policeman saw the many dead claws sleeping in the pile of bones, and his face turned pale. After all, when he was in the main tomb, these zombie claws had left an indelible impression on him. So much so that now, in his heart, he felt an inexplicable shadow for these zombie claws.

Therefore, before they went to the altar, the note really wanted to know whether or not Fang Zishu had thought of a way to deal with these zombie claws.

"Child Book, you … You can't really not have thought of a way, right? " the cop asked again.

"Even the yellow talismans were destroyed by the black bubbles in the main tomb, and my Fang family's magic techniques mostly need the yellow talismans as a guide. Without the help of the 'talisman', do you think I would have been able to think of any good plan in such a short period of time?"

Fang Zishu spread out his hands, but his tone was also quite helpless.

If it was elsewhere and the yellow symbol was destroyed, then he could also purchase materials and draw a new symbol paper by himself. However, in this tomb, once the yellow talisman was soaked, even if he wanted to draw new talisman paper, he would be unable to do so due to the lack of materials.

After all, 'a woman cannot have a picnic'.

Seeing the uneasy look on the cop's face, Fang Zishu also knew that he was scared by the zombie's pincers, so he immediately comforted, "Don't worry, although there are a lot of zombie pincers here, as long as we go to the altar slowly and not wake them up, we will be in a relatively safe situation …"

The note lost its temper at Fang Zhisu's words.

However, the note also knew that the prescription book really had no other methods. Otherwise, it would not have thought of such an impossible method.

"Alright then!"

The note hesitated for a moment before deciding to take another risk with Fang Zhushu.

Just in case, Fang Zishu took out the gold-threaded red-threaded copper coin sword from his bag, placed it on the two sides of the blade, and then smeared some of the blood-colored ink left behind by the previous fight.

After doing all this, he handed the sword over to the note. This way, even if there were to be an unexpected turn of events, the police would not be so flustered that they would not know how to deal with it.

After the preparations were made, the two of them walked forward, one in front and one behind, tiptoeing in the direction of the altar. Perhaps even Fang Zishu did not expect that this concern of his not only failed to help the note, but had even pushed it into a dangerous abyss.

This made their situation even more difficult.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was at the end of the line.

The reason for this matter had to be traced back to six hours ago.

The note took the gold-threaded red-threaded copper coin sword from the manual and handed it to him, as if it were a precious treasure.

He held the sword in his arms and followed the recipe to the center of the sacrificial altar along the path. As the note walked, it sized up the terracotta soldiers on both sides with various expressions.

The surface of these terracotta soldiers was covered with a layer of glazed glass that was similar to the color of red tiles.

It looked shiny and shiny.

The jade pendants hanging from each of the terracotta soldiers' waists were the material of these hollow jade pendants. Although they were not as exquisite or valuable as the Hu-shaped amber, they were still worth far more than the Night Pearls that were previously pulled from the tunnels.

As an experienced teacher, the police had always upheld one principle, and that was that thieves did not leave empty-handed.

Therefore, when he saw the empty jade pendants hanging from the terracotta soldier's waists, greed naturally arose in his heart and he was unable to suppress it.

With a single thought, all things became evil.

The note took advantage of the time when Fang Zhoushu was looking at his surroundings to secretly reach into the terracotta soldier's waist. It wanted to uncover the jade ornament and release it.

However, not only was the jade belt engraved on the terracotta soldier's waist extremely thin, but both sides of its body also had creases. When the police reached out to touch the jade band, they accidentally touched the creases.

Immediately, a one-inch gash appeared on the cop's palm.

When Fang Zhoushu, who was walking in front of them, heard the note groan, he thought that the note had met with some mishap and immediately turned around to look. When she saw the wound on the palm of the note and the blood on the terracotta soldier's waist, she knew that the note's greed had been aroused.

Although Fang Zishu was angry, he also knew that now was not the time to scold the police. If they were to wake up the dead bodies, they would be in a very bad situation.

Staring at the note, he chose to continue onward.

Seeing this, the guard did not wipe away the blood on the terracotta soldier and followed immediately.

However, in the moment that the note turned to leave, the blood that had previously been on the terracotta soldier's waist suddenly entered the body of the other terracotta soldier. The moment the blood entered the terracotta soldier's body, the terracotta soldier's tightly shut eyes slowly opened up a crack.

Of course, neither the young man nor the young man noticed the changes that had occurred to the terracotta soldier.

At this moment, all of their attention was focused on the dead bodies, especially the prescription. Every step he took was done with caution, and he was hunched over like a suspicious cat.

Bowing, the two of them successfully crossed the third burial pit.

This meant that as long as they crossed the final burial pit, they would reach the altar. Fang Zishu took a deep breath and waved at the note, indicating for it to speed up.

But at that moment, the terracotta soldier in the second burial site moved.

More accurately speaking, the terracotta soldier that had absorbed the blood from the note had moved.

Tap, tap, tap …

The sound of heavy footsteps could be heard. In this small and quiet space, it was especially ear-piercing.

The footsteps came from behind.

At first, Fang Zishu thought that this sound was inadvertently made by the police.

Fang Zishu raised his head and looked at the numerous dead claws inside the tomb.

When he was sure that there were no traces of the claws waking up, the stone Fang Zhushu had placed on his chest finally fell. However, Fang Zishu still felt that it was necessary to tell the police to make as little noise as possible so as not to alarm the zombies.

However, just as Fang Zishu turned to leave, he suddenly saw a middle-aged man wearing armor. He stiffly lifted his right leg up and stepped out of the terracotta soldier's pit ….