King's induction manual

"The quality is very good, don't worry." Nalan Xiaozhu replied impatiently to Jiang Chongli who was screaming.

"Really?"

But if it is true, otherwise, if it falls into the water, it will simply fall into a turbo washing machine studded with sawtooth, turning into meat sauce in minutes.

Nalan Xiaozhu didn't bother to pay attention to him, and directly pressed his head into his arms.

Well, well, seeing is not seeing, Jiang Chongli closed his eyes, clinging to the little pig's body, his eyes were full of darkness, his ears were filled with the sound of surging water, and his body felt dizzy shaking, which made him His sense of smell has become extremely sensitive.

The piggy's embrace is very warm, and it smells good.

His body exudes a reassuring fragrance, like orchids and musk deer, elegant and moving... If it is carefully cooked by Xuan Xin, whether it is light and delicious radish soup meatballs, or fried eggs wrapped in egg liquid To the soft pan-fried pork tenderloin golden brown on both sides...

Jiang Chongli swallowed, hugged Nalan Xiaozhu's waist even more forcefully, put his head into his arms, took a mouthful, and breathed in forcefully.

It's just perverted.

Nalan Xiaozhu's face was so dark that it merged with the darkness in the cave. If Jiang Chongli hadn't been kicked at this time, someone might have died. He would have kicked the rascal into the water long ago.

After an unknown period of time, the water flow gradually calmed down, and the kayak floated for a while before it stopped moving in the water.

Jiang Chongli poked his head out curiously to look around. The underground river has converged into a huge underground lake like a mirror, and the boat in it seems to be parked on the mirror.

The bright light of the high-power flashlight swept outwards, and in the distance, the darkness was indistinctly divided into different levels, continuous.

The driver fired a flare in that direction.

Under the strong cold light, the huge thousand-year-old city outline showed its majestic, yet beautiful and mysterious figure.

Exquisite bucket arches, winding covered bridges, tall pavilions, gorgeous carvings... like a city of gods described in Dunhuang murals.

The city is so well preserved, as if there are still people living in it, but the more it is like this, the more ghostly it looks.

This is the ancient city of Moxun.

The flares burned out and went out, and the ancient city put on the veil of darkness again, hiding its figure.

"Little bat—" Jiang Chongli cupped his mouth with his hands, and shouted as loudly as a mosquito.

"It's a ghost if you call it that way, he can hear it." Nalan Xiaozhu said contemptuously.

"What does little pig know? The hearing of bats is very sharp." Jiang Chongli tried to find reasons for his cowardly behavior.

Nalan Xiaozhu shrugged, "Forget it, anyway, after seeing the light of the flare, he will know that someone is coming, so he should come over to check."

Jiang Chongli was a little terrified, "Then...is that something else, and you will come to check it?"

Nalan Xiaozhu said angrily: "Can you stop telling ghost stories and scare yourself in such an environment, what exactly are you planning?"

"Hey... I'm just, a little scared..." Jiang Chongli didn't know why he was always substituting the atmosphere of ghost talk.

Maybe it was because he subconsciously felt that this place was full of weirdness, it was a ghost town at all.

The driver rowed the kayak to the shore, and when he got closer, he realized that the so-called lakeside was actually a huge stone staircase and buildings submerged in the water. The lower half of this ancient city was actually submerged in the water. What they just saw Part of it is just the tip of the iceberg exposed above the sea level.

"so big……"

Not only is it huge in scale, but it is also magnificent and splendid. I don't know what kind of person lived here.

The three of them got off the boat and waited on the shore first, but the Scarlet Blood Earl didn't show up. It's unknown if he didn't see the light of the flare, or something happened and he couldn't come.

So, they decided to go in and look for it.

Going up along the wide steps by the lake, it seems that you can lead to the highest place in the ancient city. The buildings on both sides are very gorgeous. The window edges and columns are all carved with lifelike patterns, which look very different from the style of the Central Plains. .

But the shape of the room, those low tables and wide beds, are very in line with the preferences of the ancient Chinese people in the pre-Qin period.

Walking, walking, Jiang Chongli discovered a strange thing.

"Little pig, they don't seem to have a kitchen."

Not only is there no kitchen, but there are no facilities for making an open fire. It seems that the residents here don't need to cook, and they don't even need to drink hot tea.

Nalan Xiaozhu nodded, "There is no firewood, no coal, no ancient heating measures, and no candles for lighting. What did they use as energy at that time? Don't they need lights at night? ?”

Also, did the ancient city really sink into the ground because of geological changes?If that's the case, how could it have sunk so completely, with almost no collapsed or damaged places. Could it be that after the sinking, has anyone repaired it?

But even if it has been repaired, it must have happened a long time ago. After so many years, why do things still look so new? Even the gauze curtains on the windows are still white and soft, without any signs of aging or yellowing.

Could it be that this city has been carefully maintained?

By whom?

Jiang Chongli's back suddenly felt cold, and he turned his head suddenly, looking at the deep darkness behind him.

He didn't see anything, or in other words, his visual distance was so short that he couldn't even see things one meter away beyond the aperture of the flashlight, but the aperture of the flashlight was very limited. He always felt that there was something , hiding out of the lighting range of the flashlight, hiding in the darkness, staring at them silently.

Jiang Chongli's whole body was a little numb, so he quickly ran two steps, approached Nalan Xiaozhu, and quietly held his hand.

Nalan Xiaozhu shook off angrily.

Unwilling to give up, Jiang Chongli went to hold it again, but was thrown away again.

Jiang Chongli got angry, grabbed the little pig, shone a flashlight on his face from below, stuck out his tongue, rolled out his eyes, and said to the little pig: "Ah~ this king died so badly ~ I hate him so much~"

Nalan Xiaozhu kicked it with such force that Jiang Chongli flew straight into the darkness, screaming "Zhier".

There was a sound of ping-pong-pong in the darkness. Jiang Chongli seemed to have knocked over something, and the flashlight also fell to the ground. It seemed that there was something wrong with it, and the brightness decreased a lot.

He lay down and moaned a few times, but Mr. Nalan's heart was like iron, he didn't know to come over to feel sorry for him, so His Majesty had to get up by himself in aggrieved manner, intending to regain his strength and provoke him again.

"Flashlight... flashlight..."

Jiang Chongli crawled towards his own flashlight, but touched the other hand inadvertently.

That hand seemed to want to pick up the flashlight too, but he was a little afraid, and was hesitating when he was bumped into by Jiang Chongli who was crawling over.

Jiang Chongli: "!"

That hand: "!"

The two sides froze for a moment, maintaining a touching posture, motionless.

After a while, Jiang Chongli tried to touch that hand, and that hand also touched Jiang Chongli, both of them were a little curious.

That hand has no warmth, is cold, smooth, joints... no flesh, very obvious joints.

Jiang Chongli's mouth felt a little dry.

He kicked the flashlight quietly, and the flashlight made a semicircle on the ground, and the beam of light shone directly on the thing's face.

A terrifying howl instantly resounded through the quiet ancient city, shaking people's eardrums with pain.

The thing quickly dodged and flashed out of the lighting range, but at that moment, it was enough for Jiang Chongli to see it clearly.

It was a snow-white face.

The bones are densely white.

Nothing but whiteness.

No eyebrows, no nose, flat face, and no mouth.

Jiang Chongli didn't even know where it made that terrifying howl.

With this scream, the darkness was disturbed, and the hostility rushed towards him like a tidal wave.

The back of Jiang Chongli's head went cold, and the big bronze sword slashed fiercely, cutting on the back of his neck, chopping him off the ground in an instant, and there was a terrifying click sound from his neck.

Jiang Chongli was stunned. At that moment, the scene of the big skeleton giving him a wind chime piercing his bones appeared in his mind.

At that time, the big skeleton sat cross-legged on the ground, holding the skull in its arms, earnestly, section by section, carefully holding its own bones, and wearing the wind chime.

This king... seems to have a broken neck. From now on, will he be able to hold his head in his arms like a big skeleton?

At that time, whether it is to kick the big head as a ball or use it for bowling, it will become very convenient.

And when Xuan Xin wants to kiss him, he can also snatch his head and run away, throwing his body aside, regardless of whether he likes it or not.

There were bursts of gunshots in the distance, as well as the roar of the driver, and the voice of Nalan Xiaozhu anxiously calling his name.

Jiang Chongli became more awake, shook his head, and touched the back of his neck with his paws, only to realize that he was thinking too much.

At the moment when the crisis came, he had automatically turned into a zombie king, his rough-skinned and thick-skinned defense force was brought to the extreme, and the bronze sword cut off his head, but he didn't even cut off his head.

Moreover, after becoming the zombie king, he lost all his popularity, and the ghosts in the dark seemed to lose interest in him, maybe he was dead.

The Zombie King jumped up and ran towards Nalan Xiaozhu and the others.

Little Pig is different from him, Little Pig is just an ordinary human being, if he gets hurt...

Even the cold and heartless heart of the Zombie King felt a trace of anxiety.

But although the situation over there was dangerous, Mr. Nalan himself was fine.

With the zombie's night vision ability, the situation at the scene was seen very clearly. Dozens of white-faced ghosts, holding huge bronze swords, hid in the darkness beyond the light of the flashlight, and killed them around them.All the bullets fired were blocked by the big sword, and they couldn't hurt the ghost at all.

Half of the driver's face was shaved off, but he still faced the challenge calmly and expressionlessly, protecting Nalan Xiaozhu very well.

Under the driver's face, there are very familiar transistor lines exposed.

Jiang Chongli's pupils shrank.

That is... an internal structure very similar to that of Xiong Jun.