martial arts accelerator

Chapter 142 The Treasure House
"Hey, Lao Zhao, did you come so early today?"

"How is it? Is the little guy sent away?"

Along the way, many acquaintances greeted each other, but Lao Zhao just nodded and did not communicate much.

Passing through Jianglin Mansion, we came to the Wu'an River. On the opposite side of the river was the territory of the Ministry of Military Affairs. Two guards stood on the bridge.

Old Zhao buried his head and hurried past.

The guard stopped him immediately.

"Hey, waist card, waist card, did you get dizzy from drinking last night?"

Lao Zhao hurriedly took out his pocket cards.

"Excuse me."

"Did you stay here for a long time? Why did you become the same as Lao Zhou?"

The guard muttered, carefully checking the badge.

"Okay, okay, no problem."

Old Zhao took the badge and walked quickly into the gate of the inner mansion.

Tonight's defense is still tight, with five steps and one post, and ten steps and one post.

Old Zhao turned around and came to the stone house.

The guard in front of the door knocked on the door and shouted loudly: "Old Zhou! You are here, come up!"

Old Zhao nodded at the guard, thanking him, walked to the door, and looked through the small window on the door.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a sound of trampling, a head protruded from the small window.

When the person came up to the ground, he turned his head and looked happy.

"It's quite early today, everything is done?"

Lao Zhao smiled and nodded.

"congratulations."

Old Zhao cupped his hands in return: "Follow the rules."

"Yes, yes, what about that? I'm Wu Weiyang!"

Old Zhao replied with a smile: "Glorious everywhere, no problem?"

After speaking, he pressed his palm on the right disc on the door, and turned it hard to the right.

He didn't move, and was taken aback on the spot.

Hurry up and push hard to the left, and then you hear the clicking sound of the cabinet turning, and the door opens in response.

"Hahaha, Old Zhao, I think you are also dizzy."

Lao Zhou smiled and walked out of the stone house.

Old Zhao walked in with a smirk, and closed the door behind him.

"Old Zhao, you have worked hard."

While talking, Lao Zhou pressed his palm on the left disc and turned it hard to the right, and the door was locked.

Old Zhao bowed across the door.

Lao Zhou laughed, cupped his hands and said, "It's a good deal! Remember to buy me a drink later."

Then he turned his head and left.

Inside the door, Lao Zhao, or Zhang Yong, heaved a sigh of relief seeing that the person had gone away.

After robbing the target, he only had time to change his clothes, take off his belongings and bring them to him, and there was no time to torture the places that needed attention along the way.

Fortunately, there were no surprises along the way, and finally entered the stone house smoothly.

From now until tomorrow night, as long as there is nothing wrong with Jiang Yiyu, he should be able to "act recklessly" underground.

On the side of the door, there are also two discs. If there is no accident, they should be the switch to lock or open the door.

However, there are guards standing outside the door, so it is inconvenient to try now.

Zhang Yong turned to look at the whole house.

There are no furnishings in the house, only four uneven walls, and when you touch it, you can feel a cold and hard touch.

Dim light came from a square hole in the ground.

Follow the light, enter the cave, pass through the thick stone wall and walk down the ten-foot-deep stone ladder, and the layout of the ground slowly emerges.

There is a row of wooden cabinets on each side, dozens of grids, and various objects that have been seen or not seen are neatly placed.

The sword glowed with a cold light, the dark black iron with red light, the seeking stone, and all kinds of messy objects.

"This is not Ying Tianqing's 'mortuary', this is a treasure room!"

Zhang Yong sighed for a while.

Going down the stone ladder hurriedly, the wooden cabinet continued to extend until the end of the underground cave. In the middle was a platform with a person lying on it.

There was a thump in my heart, but there was no aura in the Tianshidi listening, so Zhang Yong walked forward cautiously.

The people on the platform were extremely young, they looked less than 30 years old, their bodies were covered with black cloth, only their head and neck were exposed, and their eyes were closed.

Although his skin is pale and pale, he still seems to be alive.

"Ying Tianqing?!"

Obviously it was him.

Thinking of what Jiang Yiyu said, this corpse still has at least 300 years of pure internal energy, Zhang Yong's heart became hot.

He reached forward and touched the cold skin.

Nothing happens.

How should one obtain this inner strength?

Zhang Yong thought about it and thought of the Seeking Stone.

As a result, the internal force circulated, flowing out from the dantian, and probing towards the corpse along the palm, and his own consciousness deepened accordingly.

There was a sudden darkness in front of his eyes, as if he had entered a dark and deep hole, Zhang Yong moved forward consciously.

There was a "boom", and immediately there was a sea of ​​blood, standing alone in the middle of the scarlet water, with his head lowered, as if he had fallen asleep.

All around, thousands of corpses were ups and downs with the waves of blood, each of them had their last expressions on their faces, and countless curses, cursing, sobbing, and wailing poured into their ears.

The rancid and pungent smell, the cold and bitter wind.

Bringing a pressure of extreme chaos and fear in all directions.

Despite this, Zhang Yong still tried to get close to the figure in the middle of the sea of ​​blood, because it may also hide the supreme opportunity.

A little under his feet, stepping on some floating weapons and driftwood, Zhang Yong slowly approached the center.

The man's face gradually became clear, and he was no different from Ying Tianqing on the platform. It was most likely his spirit or something condensed. If he could be controlled
Skill is expected!

Under the dull and terrifying pressure, Zhang Yong slowly stepped forward.

One step, two steps.

Ying Tianqing suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes.

An invisible force shot out from the empty eyes.

Zhang Yong flew back backwards as if he had been hit in the chest by a heavy hammer.

The endless scarlet color retreated quickly.

The deep darkness fell rapidly.

Zhang Yong's consciousness was hit back to his body, and at the same time, his body felt the heavy blow, and he flew upside down two feet away.

"Ah~"

Zhang Yong wailed, lay on the ground for a while, and then slowly got up.

Although there were no wounds on his body and his qi and blood were functioning normally, his brain felt dizzy for a while.

Looking up at the platform again, I felt that the tightly closed eyes would open again at any moment, revealing the pair of empty and soul-stirring pupils.

A corpse that has been dead for decades still has such power.

Zhang Yong had lingering fears, he didn't dare to look any further, and turned his head to look at the various treasures displayed on the wooden cabinet.

Even if you can't get Ying Tianqing's skills, these things alone are worth the trip.

Slowing down his frantic heartbeat, Zhang Yong slowly got up.

Skip the swords, guns, halberds and the like.

Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng are medicinal materials, and they themselves do not know medical skills.

He picked a piece of black iron with the best quality and put it in his arms, as well as a few bottles of elixir with excellent effects in the system description.

A pair of thin and light gloves made of unknown material. As for the long stick, I don't know if I can take it away, so I can only talk about it later.

Zhang Yong set his sights on the biggest gain of this trip.

The five seeking stones were stacked in the lower grid.

On the top floor, there are two questioning stones quietly placed.

A questioning stone that can directly raise one level of realm.

Zhang Yong's breathing became short of breath.

(End of this chapter)