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Wuxie: "I understand. This is because the person who set up the coffin wants to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth every day to be resurrected. But, how can people be resurrected if they are already dead?"

The fat man squatted down and put Wuxie down, "There is something underneath the coffin to prevent it from falling to the ground. As long as the hole is not blocked, the coffin can absorb the brilliance of heaven and earth every day. The ancients all had this idea, thinking that this could Live forever, and you can become a god while ensuring that your body does not decay."

Ding~dang~~

"Fat man, did you hear it? The sound of the musical instrument..." Wuxie pulled out the knife and hid in the corner of the screen as quickly as possible, hiding his body in the shadow of the corner.

The fat man also found a place to hide and whispered: "What's going on? What did you do, naive?"

Damn it, I didn't do anything, Wu Xie cursed in his heart.

The sound came from outside, Wu Xie quietly looked outside. I was shocked at this sight. Those figurines were "resurrected" and were singing and dancing behind the screen. The corrupted harp was being played, the mercury in the rockery was flowing, and the "guests" on both sides were toasting and chatting.

Wuxie whispered the news in a low voice: Those things outside were resurrected.

The fat man was stunned for a moment, thinking that his judgment was wrong. Based on his years of cooperation, the fat man chose to believe him.

Fatty: What's going on? Are you hallucinating? That fat man, I'm more confident than you. I should be fine. I'll go out and take a look.

Wuxie: Don’t—

The fat man took out his weapon and swaggered out of the screen. As soon as he took two steps, the music outside stopped.

Is it possible that fat people are really useful? Wuxie also quietly leaked a head, and before he could see clearly, the fat man dragged him and ran in the direction where Xiaohua left.

"Fatty?!"

"Do not talk!"

"Who are you, and why did you break into the Imperial Master's banquet?" The guards on both sides of the tomb door blocked him with weapons, and footsteps came from behind. They were soldiers transformed from human figurines.

Wuxie kicked one over and slashed the other's neck with a knife. With a click, the neck separated from the body and a large amount of blood flowed out.

"Zhenzhen, you often go into illusions. What should I do? Behind! There are people coming from behind!"

Wuxie wanted to continue kicking him with his feet, but the opponent was using a spear, so he could only go around behind him and attack.

"My illusion was not attacked by so many people."

The fat man was clever. After finishing one of them, he hit him with his spear.

One inch long, one inch strong.

"Then, what should I do? Can I get out if I am killed in the hallucination?"

"No, I don't know much about the sequelae caused by hallucinations. What if I get stupid? In this way, we are fighting and sending messages to my brother at the same time. But the most likely thing is that we are motionless in reality."

"Damn it, what time has it been? You're just talking nonsense. Knock it on, right? Fat Master, I'm going to knock it on. I don't care if he moves or not. Even if he's sleeping, I have to move him!"

After beating Wu Xie four or five times, Wu Xie cut his arm from the other side, which was quite painful.

This hallucination is quite powerful, and the pain is so clear. The last time such a powerful hallucination was made by the Zhang family using hexagonal bells. There is no hexagonal bell this time, so how did you enter the illusion?

Wuxie defended himself while reviewing it in his mind...

"Ouch -" The fat man fell to the ground for some reason, and Wuxie used a dagger as a hidden weapon to throw it out to block the spear's attack. The blind man taught him this. In times of crisis, he could block the enemy for a second or two, which would save his life.