I make vases in horror world [Quick Transmigration]

[Is a man? ]

Qi An didn't pay attention to it any more, maintaining his frightened appearance, he looked at his companion indistinctly with wet eyes.

Except for Wang Xiangqun and himself, the expressions of the others were too flat.Lin Jiajia, the initiator of supernatural activities, and Jin Huijuan, a writer of horror novels, are naturally normal in this way, but Zhang Zhaoqi, as an atheist, has completely violated his own settings.

He is a person who crosses the bureau, and he shows his identity almost undisguisedly, looking for his companion.

Don't care that this will make ordinary people suspicious, especially in this kind of supernatural world that is completely incomprehensible.

"She lured us here on purpose, but obviously, it wasn't voluntary." Jin Huijuan pointed to Granny Zhang, whose pupils were still constricted, and there was a fear that could no longer be concealed in the vicissitudes of life. It means that she must know something inside, "Lin Jiajia, why did you choose to be here in the first place?"

When they first arrived, none of the locals was willing to show them the way.That is, when they had just discussed and prepared to go back first, the village head pulled Granny Zhang out and asked the timid latter to lead them the way.

The villagers seemed to be looking through them, but no one persuaded them to leave except Granny Zhang.

Lin Jiajia looked straight into Jin Huijuan's sharp eyes. The tone of the other party seemed to be questioning, and her face was a little ugly. "A fan told me that there is an ancient tomb here, and there may be some dirty things in it."

"name?"

"It's the screen name, Bunny who loves to eat grass."

"You contact him and ask him if he knows who the owner of this ancient tomb is?" Jin Huijuan asked decisively.

Lin Jiajia turned the mobile phone to her, found out the QQ number and knocked on the other party. Suddenly, she seemed to notice something and her face changed. The mobile phone brought up her chat history, and her beautiful eyes were gathered in the last message.

"What's wrong?" Jin Huijuan asked.

"The chat history about this ancient tomb is gone." Lin Jiajia scrolled up incredulously, "I never deleted the message, and there was no reminder to undo it. It just suddenly... disappeared."

Qi An watched their actions quietly, looking gentle and harmless.

While curling up his body, he looked around with the warm yellow halo.

He could hear the gloomy voice just now, but others couldn't hear it clearly, because this language was not the language they are familiar with now, but the language used in an ancient country in his impression.

That voice was stiff and ethereal that he hadn't spoken for a long time.

They are saying-

who's that person?

He has been in this world before.

Qi An made this judgment subconsciously.

"Has he returned to you now?" Jin Huijuan looked at Lin Jiajia who had been chatting with the grass-loving Tutu, and couldn't help but leaned in front of the other party and looked at their chat records.

"He said...he never talked to me about the ancient tomb, and he didn't know about this place at all." Lin Jiajia's expression was a little strange, with both horror and unspeakable excitement.

So, who was she talking to?

And what is the relationship with this ancient tomb?

"Shall we leave?"

Wang Xiangqun tightly clutched the pendant in his hand, with sweat clearly visible on his forehead.

As soon as he opened his mouth, no one responded.

There are only six of them in this group, Granny Zhang is dead, and three traversers are going to complete the mission, and there are only two real ordinary people. Even in terms of the number of people, it is impossible to pass the proposal of going back.

Wang Xiangqun didn't get a response for a long time. He moved his neck stiffly, and his face moved with the only light in the darkness. It was also at this time that he felt the calmness of the people around him.

Obviously not long ago, a person just died.

But apart from him and Qi An, no one showed a helpless expression.

The cold corpse fell beside them, but they talked about the cause and effect of the matter rationally.

Only... Qi An.

Wang Xiangqun turned his head and stared at Qi An, who was as deeply in fear as he was, lowering his head slightly so that his eyes could not be seen, only showing his fair and beautiful neck.

"What do you think? Qi An."

"I……"

The other party noticed his gaze, and Wang Xiangqun saw the former's eyes under the thin bangs, shivering as if being stared at by a hunter. He saw this person turn his gaze to other people as if asking for help.

He suddenly felt that this person was extremely good-looking.

"I can't get out." Strangely enough, Zhang Zhaoqi, who had been silent all this time, gave Wang Xiangqun a flat look, and answered his question, "The gate here can't be opened after we come in."

"how do you know?

Just as Wang Xiangqun was about to ask him, he found Zhang Zhaoqi looking over with cold eyes as clear as a deep pool, and he swallowed the words he was about to blurt out.

"Continue to go."

Jin Huijuan gave Zhang Zhaoqi a strange look, and then issued an order, "Lin Jiajia, ask the audience to check the information here."

"Then... what about Granny Zhang?"

Seeing that everyone was about to leave, Wang Xiangqun couldn't help asking.

"If we can survive, we will take her out." Before he knew it, Jin Huijuan had become the leader of the group, her tone was still cold, but Wang Xiangqun felt a chill spreading in his heart.

The five continued on their way.

Even if the steps are deliberately light, the sound of everyone's footsteps is very clear in the empty path.

No one dared to speak.

They walked along the narrow, dank path that seemed endless, and the searchlights kept clearing the darkness on the road. Suddenly, a ray of light shone on the colored walls.

That's part of the mural.

Zhang Zhaoqi took a light to scan, and immediately, one mural after another appeared in front of his eyes.

Without much hesitation, everyone surrounded the first mural and looked at it one by one along the rugged walls.

The first one depicts fallen civilians one by one, and the mural is painted with a touch of black.

The second picture is about soldiers from two sides fighting. The painter praised one of them with brush strokes. Under the swords of soldiers in armor, there are almost no survivors on the other side.

Seeing this, the expressions of the five people all moved. They thought of the statue standing beside the gate of the ancient tomb in a guarding shape.

In the third mural, there is a man in strange clothes standing on a high platform, holding some strange things in his hands, and countless people around him prostrate themselves to the ground.

Then there is a palace and a person whose face cannot be seen clearly.

The last mural also depicts soldiers, the difference is that a thick black mist surrounds them.

It can be said that I can't understand what happened at all.

"Since it is a mural in the tomb, it shows that it has a lot to do with the owner of the tomb." Jin Huijuan said, "Among them, only the soldiers have changed, but I don't know what the black mist represents."

"Do you have any ideas?" she continued.

"The two people drawn here alone should be very important." Zhang Zhaoqi pointed lightly.

"Yes, but there is no way to determine their identities now." Jin Huijuan frowned.

Squinting his eyes and pausing for a moment on the person who couldn't see his face clearly, Qi An's slightly drooping eyes revealed a hint of subtlety. He glanced at the people whose thoughts were stagnant, and said seemingly casually, "This person here There's something strange about a rock."

The soft voice instantly attracted the attention of others.

Qi An's gently raised cheeks were slightly red with the naked eye, his physical strength was very poor, even the other two girls at the same distance were not as weak as he looked.

Zhang Zhaoqi didn't speak, and walked to Qi An's side in a calm manner. He followed Qi An's line of sight and looked at the stone.

Qi An has already lowered his head again, the words just now seemed to consume all his tone.

But by coincidence, Zhang Zhaoqi couldn't forget the reddish cheeks of the other party, like delicate petals blooming in the white snow, ghostly and gorgeous.

The stone that Qi An was referring to didn't look special at first glance, but there was a strange smoothness at the connection with the ground.Zhang Zhaoqi's eyes flashed with deep meaning, he and Jin Huijuan looked at each other, stretched out their slender and powerful hands and pressed gently.

The murals on the previous stone wall fell off one by one, and a series of large stones fell to the ground and made continuous noises.

Zhang Zhaoqi quickly pulled Qi An backwards, avoiding the falling stones.

"This is……"

A tall stone gate appeared in front of their eyes.

On both sides of the stone gate, there are two sculptures, the same as the ones seen before, also wearing armor, and the two of them hold a knife and a sword in their hands.

"The signal disappeared the moment this door appeared." Lin Jiajia, who had been following the live broadcast room since Jin Huijuan explained, said with a heavy tone.

From beginning to end, none of the audience inquired about the news of their cemetery.

"Do you want to go in?" Jin Huijuan frowned and asked Zhang Zhaoqi.She always felt that these two sculptures were weird.

"There is no way out." Zhang Zhaoqi took the lead and took a step forward. "We don't have much supplies. If we can't find another exit as soon as possible, we will starve to death."

While speaking, he gestured to open the door.

"Wait, they're watching you!" Wang Xiangqun yelled.

At the moment when he spoke, the two sculptures that had just turned their eyeballs suddenly moved. They raised their weapons and were about to strike at Zhang Zhaoqi. Zhang Zhaoqi flashed quickly. Even in such a critical situation, he His expression is still faint.

The two sculptures turned their heads stiffly, turned to Qi An and the others with expressionless eyes, and rushed towards them quickly.

It was at this moment that everyone ran outside.

The people who were facing the crisis of life and death naturally ran very fast, but at this time the gap in physical strength also appeared. Zhang Zhaoqi ran the fastest, Wang Xiangqun followed closely, and then Jin Huijuan and Lin Jiajia.

Qi An, who had always been delicate and frail, was at the end.

The sculpture made a heavy sound while running, and they followed closely behind Qi An, who was the easiest to catch, and their weapons were about to fall.

The hard weapon was about to fall on Qi An's head, but they stopped when the two were about to collide, and both statues gently lowered their weapons.

Their eyes were fixed on Qi An.

But it's not weird, but has a different kind of gentleness.

Two hoarse and obscure voices sounded at the same time.

It was a language that no one had heard.

They stared in shock at Qi An, who was clearly doomed but survived the knife, his cheeks were still pale and delicate.

Qi An was also looking at these two statues, they were saying——

I found you.