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As far as the eye could see, it was pitch black.

It was true that there were many claws inside the tomb, but these claws were generally low in intelligence. Not only did they not have any sense of teamwork, they also liked civil wars.

This point could be fully proven by eating his own kind.

But now, everything had changed.

To be more accurate, everything changed when the book picked up the piece of Huhu amber.

As if having received the collective command, the scattered claws previously in disarray had now gathered from all over the place. These dead claws, which had gathered together, were all waving their bright and shining pincers as they advanced towards the book.

CHI *

CHI CHI *

Seeing the orderly movements of these zombie claws, the cop was completely dumbfounded. In his eyes, these zombie soldiers were simply a mini army.

The nearby Fang Zishu was also panicking. Previously, he had continuously cast 'Ghost Extermination Spell' several times in order to stall for time for the cops to catch up with him. He had already used up most of his physical strength.

As he was thinking about how to remove the imprint on his palm, he saw the claws converging on the main road from every corner of the Graveyard of Graveyard of Graveyard.

Seeing the rapidly approaching army of zombies, the book completely lost its attention.

Many ideas popped up in his mind, but these methods were either lacking in materials or lacked in geographical location. They were completely unusable.

It was just like the 'God-Summoning Art' that had been used on the River Claw. The power of this technique was great, but one had to borrow the power of the constellations before casting it in order to attract the divine light while the horn was moving westward. But now, they were inside a tomb. Not to mention observing the constellations, even bathing in the sunlight was an extravagant dream.

"Zi Shu, look over there!"

The surprised exclamation of the note pulled the prescription back from its deep thoughts.

Fang Zishu smelled a pungent stench of blood.

Looking up, they saw that the terracotta soldier that had been revived by the Blood Qi had been cleanly bitten by the zombie claw army.

If it was only this, then Zishu would not have been surprised. What was truly unbelievable was that the terracotta soldier eaten by the zombie army was actually a living person.

No, to be exact, this revived terracotta soldier was once a living person.

The first time Fang Zishu saw these terracotta soldiers, he discovered that they had extremely rich facial expressions, like that of fear or uneasiness, comparable to that of Buddha.

Such lifelike craftsmanship, even if a craftsman were to fall in love with it, it would still be difficult to achieve.

At that time, he had been surprised, but at that time, his mind was entirely focused on the piece of amber, so he had not thought much about it.

However, from the looks of it, this terracotta soldier was clearly the tomb's owner. At that time, it was built using living people as its foundation. Otherwise, when this terracotta soldier was bitten by the Claws, it wouldn't emit such a strong smell of blood.

The pungent smell of blood was like an invisible catalyst that allowed Fang Zhoushu, who was in dire straits, to smell the scent of hope.

If he remembered correctly, the reason why the terracotta soldier could be revived was because it had devoured the blood and Qi of the living. Although the terracotta soldier had been devoured by the claws and claws, the thick smell of blood had not dissipated.

If he was not wrong, the remaining terracotta soldiers and the hundreds of thousands of terracotta soldiers would also be resurrected by the pungent smell of blood in the air!

Sure enough.

Not long after Fang Zishu's thought reached his mind, he saw a change in the several burial pits for the terracotta soldiers. The stone statues that were erected on the ground were all trembling.

"Subbooks... Subbooks, those... Those terracotta soldiers are about to be resurrected! "

The police stared at the trembling terracotta soldiers, their pupils contracting.

In the eyes of the police, even this army of zombies in front of them was too much for them to handle. If these terracotta soldiers were resurrected, wouldn't that mean that their situation …?

"Good move, good move!"

The performance of the book was very different from that of the paper.

At this moment, he was extremely excited.

"Subbooks... Are you crazy? Once these terracotta soldiers are resurrected, we will be surrounded by the zombie claw army and the terracotta soldiers. How can we escape? "

However, Fang Zishu completely ignored the words of the young man, and continued to stare fixedly at the terracotta soldiers. Before long, the terracotta soldiers opened their eyes.

He was alive.

He was really alive.

All these terracotta soldiers were alive.

Compared to the shock and uneasiness from before, this time, the recipe book was very excited.

Extreme excitement.

The moment he had learned that these terracotta soldiers were made from living people, he had been eagerly anticipating their revival after swallowing the blood energy.

He hoped that the hundreds of terracotta soldiers in the burial pit would be resurrected.

Only by reviving these terracotta warriors could their situation be turned around.

The reason was simple.

Although these resurrected terracotta soldiers were slow to move, they did not even have any fighting strength to speak of. But in the eyes of the book, they were the perfect attraction for firepower.

As long as these terracotta soldiers were revived, he could use these resurrected terracotta soldiers to stop all of those zombie soldiers who were trying to kill them. In this way, he and the cop would be able to escape from this place in the chaotic battle between the zombie claw army and the terracotta soldier …

Although the note didn't know why Fang Zishu would be so eager to see the terracotta warriors resurrected, it was clear that Fang Zishu wasn't a person who didn't have a goal after intersecting with him for a long time.

Looking at the abnormally excited prescription, the clerk couldn't help but ask, "Child, you …" Have you already found a way to deal with it? "

Fang Zishu took a deep breath, nodded his head vigorously, and told everything he had planned to the police. After the note finished listening to the book's plan, a smile bloomed on his face.

He had originally thought that the resurrection of these terracotta soldiers would make their situation even more difficult. However, when he found out about Fang Zishu's plan, he found out that not only would these revived terracotta soldiers not become a stumbling block for them, they would also become the crux for them to escape from the grave …

"Attack!"

Seeing that all the terracotta warriors in the tomb had been resurrected, Fang Zishu decisively took action. The note followed the plan set out in the book and first took out a long rope from his backpack. At an extremely fast speed, it tied one end of the rope to the hilt of the red thread copper coin sword.

After doing all this, Fang Zhoushu waved the long rope in the air, and with the method of throwing shot balls, he threw the gold-threaded red-threaded copper coin sword at the nearest terracotta soldier.

"Pu ci …"

The crisp sound of meat entering flesh sounded out.

After the terracotta warriors had revived, the layer of glass on their bodies had disappeared. Coupled with the fact that these terracotta warriors had spent many years in the gloomy and damp burial pits, their bodies were many times more fragile than normal.

The gold-threaded red-threaded copper coin sword flew out from Fang Zhichu's hand, flying over the heads of the many zombie pincers. Finally, it accurately stabbed into the terracotta soldier's body.

When the note saw Fang Zhisu's attack hitting, it pulled fiercely on the other end of the long rope.

The instant he pulled back the gold-threaded red-threaded copper coin sword, a large amount of fresh blood poured out from the terracotta soldier's body.

The moment the crimson blood flowed out, it immediately attracted the attention of the other zombies. Instinctively, they turned their heads around and started to move toward the smell of the blood.

Fang Zishu took advantage of the moment the zombie claws turned around to rush down to the altar with the note in his hand. What happened next became much simpler. The two of them continued destroying the terracotta soldier, using the smell of its blood to guide the zombie claw army.

Before long, Fang Zishu and the note both retreated outside the tomb. Following their original path, they smoothly returned to the tunnel outside the millet wall …