Weird Sequence: Immortality Begins from Chinese Martial Arts

At midnight, a terrifying change suddenly occurred in the originally peaceful Taoist temple. On the incense table in front of the statue, two black candles suddenly lit up with green flames.

The black coffin behind the statue also opened a gap, and the owner of the coffin was about to climb out.

Zhuocuo happened to be standing on the patio corridor in front of the coffin and witnessed this scene. Feeling extremely frightened, he quickly wanted to find a hiding place. Fortunately, he happened to be standing at the door of the only unlocked room in the corridor. Opening the door, he rubbed his body and ducked in.

He hid in the closet in the room. The closet was empty and suitable for hiding. At this time, he smelled the smell of decaying wood in his nose, and heard the sound of the coffin lid being completely opened, followed by a Heavy footsteps sounded.

Zhuocuo seemed to have seen in his mind the image of a terrifying corpse turning over and stepping out of the coffin.

Then, the footsteps kept sounding, getting closer and closer to him. Zhuocuo held his breath and nervously judged the location of the footsteps. He heard the footsteps getting louder and louder, and he had almost reached the room where he was hiding. .

But the footsteps didn't stop and walked straight past the door and into the depths of the corridor.

When Zhuo Cuo heard the footsteps gradually getting away, the tense muscles in his body slowly relaxed.

"The room at the back has no windows, and there are locks on the doors, just like a prison cell. Could it be that this is the room where the Taoist temple traps devils? And the owner of the coffin, just like the prison guards in the past, climbed out when the time came. Out for inspection?"

Zhuo Cuo guessed in his heart.

"If that's the case, then..." Suddenly his face that had regained its color suddenly turned ashen, as if it had fallen into an ice cave.

"Isn't the only room with windows and not locked the place reserved for the prison guards to rest? Once the prison guards complete their inspection, don't they have to come back to rest?"

Although Zhuo Cuo felt that the prison guard might return to the coffin to rest, the possibility of returning to his room also existed, and he could not gamble with his life.

"No, we have to go out quickly before it comes back and find another hiding place."

Just when he was about to come out of the closet.

"Pah, pah, pah!"

There was a sound of banging on the door outside the house, as if someone was banging on the wooden door of the room.

This sound made Zhuocuo's heart beat wildly. Is there something knocking on the door?

"The prison guard is back? But I didn't hear his footsteps when he returned. Is there something else in the darkness?"

Zhuo Cuo's thought of leaving was blocked by the knock on the door. He knew very well that no matter what was knocking on the door, it must not be a living person. The reason was very simple. When he came in, he had no time to lock it inside. Door.

The banging on the door gradually became more urgent, as if the thing outside the door had lost its patience and urged Zhuocuo inside to open the door. The sound became louder and louder, and it could even be said that it was a smashing of the door.

But the more urgent things outside were, the more at ease Zhuo Cuo felt inside the closet. This just showed that as long as he didn't open the door, he was safe for now.

"No matter what, you can delay it as long as you can!"

Zhuo Cuo made up his mind to stay here until dawn. Even if he went out rashly, he might not be able to find another place to hide.

The knock on the door kept ringing for a while, as if to confirm that the person inside would not open the door even if killed, and then quickly disappeared.

After the silence was restored again, Zhuocuo no longer thought about it. Instead, he took this opportunity to close his eyes and meditate in the closet.

Even if the prison guard will come back later, he will admit it. How can he still have a choice now? In the end, even if he really comes back, he will admit it.

Time passed slowly, and Zhuo Cuo, who closed his eyes to rest, was awakened by the sound of footsteps, "He's back!"

He glanced at his watch. The time was exactly five fifty-five.

"Whether you can survive or not depends on now!" Zhuo Cuo thought in his mind.

I heard footsteps approaching gradually, and when I reached the wooden door, they suddenly disappeared.

"Standing at the door? Come on, go back to your coffin!" Zhuo Cuo shouted in his heart.

But what answered him was a squeak.

The door was pushed open!

Then, footsteps walked directly into the room.

Zhuocuo immediately smelled a strong corpse stench. This disgusting stench, as long as a person smells it once, he will never forget it again.

But Zhuo Cuo was already cold all over and stared in horror.

There were gaps in the wardrobe. Before, there was only a glimmer of light reflected from the moonlight spilling in from the window, but now it was completely dark.

Zhuocuo knew that it was standing outside the closet at this time, and there was only a thin, decayed wooden board between him and it.

Zhuo Cuo clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on the backs of his hands popped out. Since there was no way to hide, he would fight head-on and die, but being captured without mercy would be too humiliating and not something Zhuo Cuo could accept.

Just when Zhuo Cuo was about to explode, the darkness in front of him suddenly flickered, a faint light appeared again, and then the footsteps sounded again, as if they were circling around the house, then going out, heading towards the black coffin, and then a burst of The faint sound finally fell silent.

"Didn't you find me? Or didn't you choose to attack me?"

Zhuocuo was confused by this situation, but he still survived. As long as the result was good.

He looked at the time, it was already six o'clock in the morning.

Through a night of observation, he basically figured out some of the rules here. At midnight, the owner of the black coffin got up to inspect. At the same time, there was something unknown wandering in the darkness. This time can be said to be the most dangerous time in this Taoist temple. part.

You must find a hiding place to hide. Without the strength of the teacher, staying outside is a life-and-death situation.

Then it was not until six o'clock in the morning, when the owner of the black coffin returned to the coffin, that the most dangerous period had passed. I just didn't know if the thing in the dark would also become silent. It would take a while to find out.

To be on the safe side, Zhuo Cuo stayed in the closet until seven o'clock. Then he came out and spent the night in fear in the small space of the closet. Zhuo Cuo felt that the strange smell of rotten wood penetrated into his bones. , even after I left, the strange smell on my body still lingered.

He moved his body, and there was a snapping sound in the joints all over his body. Although it was very uncomfortable last night, his body had regained some of its strength after resting.

He looked at the closet behind him and couldn't help but smile.

"This thing doesn't feel like a wardrobe, but an upright coffin!"

His eyebrows shot up.

"A raised coffin?"

Zhuocuo was suddenly shocked by what he was thinking about. He quickly looked at the wardrobe carefully. He compared the textures of the wardrobe with the black coffin he saw at that time and found that the textures of the two were similar.

"These two things are made of the same kind of wood?"

Then he looked at the wooden door. The material of the wooden door was obviously the same.

"Could it be that the reason why the prison guard didn't do anything to him was because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't? And the thing that knocked on the door at night, facing a wooden door that could be opened by a living person, also entered No, it’s also because of the wood?”

Zhuo Cuo thought, "Forget it, it's better to find a way out of here now. Staying in this damn place for one more night will be fatal!"

Zhuocuo opened a crack in the wooden door and looked at the black coffin. He found that the lid of the black coffin had been flipped over and fell to the ground. He could not see the prison guard lying inside.

The sky on the patio was covered with blue light, but it was still gloomy.

He opened the door and came out. Without the coffin lid, he was not sure that he would pass by the black coffin and go to the main hall. Who knew if he would wake up the things inside when he passed by.

Anyway, I've tried it over there, but I can't get out, so I still have to look inside for a way out.

Zhuo Cuo made up his mind and turned around to explore the bottomless corridor. As he turned around, he suddenly saw a series of handprints on the wooden door.

The palm print was so small that it didn't look like an adult's at all, but more like a child's.

Zhuocuo's back went cold as he watched, causing him to keep scanning the ground and small corners with his eyes as he walked deeper into the corridor, always alert to the possibility of children rushing out of the darkness.

Although the corridor was very deep and seemed to have no end, Zhuo Cuo made up his mind to find out. He walked for half an hour and finally reached the end of the corridor.

The corridor at the end turned to the left, and an open wooden door appeared.

"As long as there is a way!"

The thing he was most worried about did not happen. He first looked inside at the door and saw that inside was a lobby similar to the previous one.

It was so dark inside that he couldn't see clearly. He waved the flashlight in his hand, and the first thing he saw was a human face!

There was a person sitting in the middle of the lobby!

No!

That shouldn't be a person, it should be a corpse!

Zhuocuo thought at this time that there might be no living person in this Taoist temple except himself.

The corpse looked like that of an old man, tall but skinny. The dark brown skin on his body was loose and sagging, with corpse spots. He had white hair and a white beard. The beard hung down to his chest. The white silver hair on his head was tied with a piece of wood. With the hairpin on his head and the crimson Taoist robe embroidered with auspicious clouds that the old man was wearing, it can be judged that this old man is a Taoist priest in Taoism.

This old Taoist corpse just had its eyes closed, and its stiff hands were coiled on a futon on the ground. It had bare feet and no shoes. It seemed that it had just died and the corpse was still very fresh.

"A corpse? Or an unresuscitated devil?"

Zhuocuo prefers the answer that the devil has not recovered.

He paused for a while and found no movement from Lao Dao's body, so he dared to look elsewhere.

He saw another coffin behind Lao Tao. Now Zhuo Cuo felt his heart tremble when he saw the coffin. The coffin was exactly the same as the black coffin in front except that it was red in color.

In addition to the coffin, there were many densely packed white strips of wide cloth hanging from the beams above the lobby.

On the left side of the lobby, there are a few blue sky lights, and there should be a door there.

Zhuo Cuo entered the lobby and walked carefully towards the direction of the blue light.

As he entered the lobby, a draft suddenly blew through the hall, and the cold wind blew in, blowing the hanging cloth strips from side to side.

Zhuocuo turned around suddenly and looked at the corpse of the old Taoist. Fortunately, the corpse did not move.

He touched the cold sweat on his head and then dared to turn around and continue moving forward.

As he was walking, he suddenly felt something moving above him. He took a step and moved out of the way.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound came out, and the flashlight light immediately shone over, and found that the thing that fell from above was actually a tactical flashlight, the same as the one in his hand.

He quickly looked up and saw corpses hanging one after another behind the white cloth strips.

These corpses were wearing black combat uniforms and black combat boots. They were clearly their missing comrades!

The body's flesh and blood were shriveled, like long-dried bacon. A black hemp rope was wrapped around the neck and hung from it.

The corpse of the old Taoist here looked like he had just died, but his teammates who were still alive last night looked like they had been dried for a long time. The difference between the two made Zhuo Cuo immediately realize that his teammates had suffered what happened. This seasoned poisonous hand should have sucked all the qi and blood from the body, and after it sucked the qi and blood of living people, the corpses gradually became "fresher"!

"Go quickly!"

Zhuo Cuo already knew that the corpse of the old Taoist and the prison guard in the black coffin should both be equally terrifying existences. If there is no movement now, they will come to life at night.

Just as he was about to walk to the place where the blue light came out, something heavy fell from his head again.

After he got out of the way, he found that the corpse above had fallen down.

"Brother, it's not that I won't avenge you, it's just that I'm not strong enough to deal with this devil! Don't embarrass me, block the way, let me pass!"

With that said, Zhuocuo turned around and left. As soon as he took a step, he heard a faint moan from behind him.

"not dead!"

Zhuocuo was overjoyed and returned quickly, reaching out to help his teammates up on the ground. Not to mention that they were fighting side by side, with the love of Paoze, it was just that in such a ghost place, there was a companion and they could discuss things. It can take a lot of pressure off of him.

A person is walking alone in this terrifying Taoist temple, looking for a way out. If Zhuo Cuo hadn't been tempered before, an ordinary person would have been tortured to the point of going crazy under this kind of pressure.

As soon as Zhuocuo stretched out his hand, he felt that the other person's body was still a little warm, but why did it feel so soft?

He grabbed the black shadow and turned it over, shining the flashlight on his face, revealing a fair face.

"woman?"

This face is extremely delicate. Among the women Zhuo Cuo has seen, her appearance is top-notch, if not for the hideous scar that extends from her forehead to her cheek.

After Zhuo Cuo discovered that it was a woman, his hands immediately trembled. How could any of his teammates be women? Is he still a devil?

He immediately pulled out his hand and strangled the woman's neck. If something changed, he would preemptively break the woman's neck.

At this time, the woman's eyelashes fluttered, she opened her eyes, and looked at Zhuo Cuo coldly, as if she was not surprised at all by her situation.

"I am a living person! Knowing the information here will be useful to you!"

After the woman spoke, Zhuo Cuo was sure that the woman was not a devil. He immediately retracted the hand that was squeezing his neck. He looked a little embarrassed and said quickly: "I'm sorry, I thought you were a devil."

"Help me out first!"

The woman said feebly.

Zhuo Cuo helped the woman up and walked quickly forward.

Walking to the front, a wooden door appeared next to it. After walking out, there was another small courtyard. There was a wooden door on the wall directly opposite, but the wooden door was locked.

Zhuo Cuo had no time to care about this, so he helped the woman sit on the steps.

The woman leaned against the wooden pillar behind her and panted for a long time with her face raised. Finally, blood appeared on her pale face.

"Who are you? How did you appear in this Taoist temple? Why are you hanging on it?"

When Zhuocuo saw the woman recover slightly, he immediately asked a series of questions.

The woman did not answer him in a hurry. She first took out a water bag from her arms and poured a sip of water into her mouth. Then she took out a piece of dried meat and stuffed it into her mouth. She chewed it two or three times before swallowing it. Let out a long breath.

Zhuocuo swallowed involuntarily when he saw the woman eating.

He hasn't had a drop of water since last night, and he's already hungry.

The woman caught Zhuocuo's little move and threw the water bag to him. Then she took out two sticks of dried meat and gave him one.

Zhuo Cuo was not polite, said thank you, and then wolfed down the food.

After the two of them finished eating, the woman said: "My name is Zhang Ling, and I am a businessman."

Zhang Ling was chased by fighter jets last night and dropped white phosphorus bombs. How could she be faster than the fighter jets? She was about to be killed in a sea of ​​fire. When she died with hatred, she saw a Taoist temple appeared in the forest in front of her. The door was tightly closed. close.

As a person with experience in mountain survival, the most taboo thing is to enter some unknown buildings in the mountains, especially Buddhist temples and Taoist temples. In the caravan, I heard many people entering without knowing whether to live or die before, without exception. They never came out again, and the news was spread by a few cautious people waiting outside.

But Zhang Ling only wanted to find something wrong with the Taoist temple so that it could block the white phosphorus bombs.

Although the door was tightly closed, it opened as soon as she stepped back. As soon as she entered, she found that she had entered another world, and the roar of the previous fighter jets suddenly disappeared.

She waited for a while, and when she felt that the fighter planes had already flown over here, she planned to go out, but then she heard a series of footsteps outside the gate. She was forced to have no choice but to venture into the hall and hide behind the statue.

In the mountains, it's not just strange creatures and monsters that are dangerous, people are also one of the sources of danger.

Especially since she was still a woman. Although her appearance had been disfigured, people these days were not picky. She herself had seen many naked bodies, both male and female, that had been ravaged to death and randomly thrown into the mountains.

Then she saw a group of soldiers breaking in. Fortunately, they were also quite afraid of the main hall and did not dare to enter, so she did not expose her whereabouts.

What happened next was simple. She fell asleep with everyone, and when she woke up, she found herself in a coffin.

The coffin was not nailed, and after she came out, this was the lobby.

"Was the old Taoist's body sitting in front of the coffin at that time?"

Zhuocuo asked after hearing this.

Zhang Ling shook her head solemnly, "After I came out, the old man didn't show up."

"It was your people who ran in quickly. They were also deeply surprised by my appearance and wanted to catch me for questioning. I was unwilling to put my life and property in the hands of others and started to dodge, but no one noticed. , a dark figure suddenly appeared in the lobby, that old Taoist, who seemed to suddenly appear on the futon. You saw what happened next! As for how I survived, of course I have my own methods! "

When Zhang Ling said this, she couldn't help but touch the leaf she had been keeping close to her body. At that time, strings of hemp rope suddenly fell from the beams in the lobby, and then her neck was suddenly strangled, making her unable to move. , was hung high, and the blood was quickly absorbed by the hemp rope around his neck.

In critical moments, she can only use her magical power to save her life. The magical power she awakened is called absorption, which can absorb things containing energy into her body. However, the absorbed energy can only replenish its own consumption and cannot increase its upper limit.

Since I awakened this magical power, I have felt that the leaves that Jiang You gave me as a letter of introduction still have a pure energy. Although this energy has dissipated as time goes by, it still remains.

The situation at that time made it impossible for her to care about a letter of introduction or not. She was dead and had nothing.

So he used his magical powers to absorb the energy from the leaves. Who would have thought that even if the energy was just residual, it would turn into majestic energy and blood when it entered his body.

Jiang You's pure yang blood was the result of many times of marrow and blood refining, and several times of purification, which enabled the awakening of magical powers. The concentration of qi and blood power is extremely high.

And Zhang Ling relied on Jiang You's blood to constantly replenish her own consumption, and she was able to survive until now.

Otherwise, just relying on the energy and blood of a few combatants would not have allowed the veteran corpse to revive to this point overnight.

After Zhuocuo heard what Zhang Ling said, he asked her if she had seen a Tibetan lama.

Zhang Ling shook her head after hearing this.

"It seems that the guru was either sent outside the courtyard, or he is still deep inside!"

Zhuo Cuo thought about it and asked the most critical point, "Do you know if there is any way to leave here?"

"I'm the same as you. What can you do there? First tell me what you encountered before. Now we must share information. Only after we have enough information can we escape!"

Zhuocuo also agreed with Zhang Ling's statement, so he told Zhang Ling his own experience and some speculations.

"If you can't get out from outside, you really have to find a way inside."

"You should have noticed that the wooden door here is locked. If you want to continue moving forward, you need a key."

"Can't you just break it? It's just a lock!"

Zhuocuo had touched a wooden door that was locked by a lock before, and he knew how powerful the wooden door was. Without a key, if he wanted to force it open, he would not even think about it with his own strength.

"This wooden door is very powerful. It can't be opened without a key."

Zhang Ling walked up to him and gave it a try, but quickly stepped back with a pale face.

"The key should be right in front. Let's go in and look for it. We must find it before dark!"

Zhang Ling heard Zhuo Cuo say that there were other things wandering in the night at night, but she was not attacked during the day. She guessed that the thing might appear after dark, rather than at midnight, Zhuo Cuo's The encounter was just that the time when he entered the Taoist temple was just before midnight. After all, this judgment was not as reliable as Zhuocuo's own eyes when he saw the black coffin resurrected, so he couldn't risk it.

"Okay, it's not big here, let's go in and look for it!"

After that, the two turned around and returned to the lobby. (End of chapter)