Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: The thirty-second bowl of soup (5 & 6)

Listening to what my master said, the pushpin's curiosity was also piqued. Although he has been with the pot-bellied monk for a long time, he is still a child. I wanted to know one thing in my heart, and I felt that Qing Huan was not the kind of stingy person, so he took a few steps forward and asked, "Qing Huan, what is the name of the trick you used just now? Why is it so powerful?"

Qing Huan turned her head to look at him and said with a smile: "If you practice seriously, when the time comes, you will be as good as me."

Although she said so on her lips, Qing Huan knew in her heart that it was impossible, and it was impossible for the pushpin to live as long as her.

The pushpin did not understand, so he returned to the master and asked in a confused way, "Master, what did you mean by her?"

The big-bellied monk couldn't help but knocked on his little apprentice and burst out: "It's stupid! She means that you are not good enough! Do you understand?"

Pushpin nodded with a vague understanding: "When will I be able to do enough?"

The big-bellied monk rolled his eyes at the sky: "Probably wait until you catch up with me as a teacher."

As soon as I heard this, the thumbtack suddenly felt sad: "Master is so fat, how can I catch up?" He is now almost a hundred pounds different from Master. Thinking about it makes people worry, he is born again The master who does not eat fat.

The fashionable Taoist priest next to him burst into laughter when he heard this. The big-bellied monk's old face turned red with embarrassment, especially when he saw that everyone else was holding back their laughter. Ouu, the pushpin was flexible and quickly avoided, and then asked aggrievedly: "Master, why are you kicking me?" What did he do wrong?

The more the monk with the big belly looked, the more he felt that his apprentice was stupid. He glanced at the Taoist priest enviously and sighed: "I should have let me take vines as my apprentice, and this foolish boy will give it to you."

The Taoist priest immediately respected and thanked Bumin: "No, no, no, no, no, no, you are so vulgar, you can stand it like a fool with a thumbtack. My vines are very powerful. Do you want to be pulled by her ears every day?"

Hearing this, the pot-bellied monk carefully looked at Teng Luo, who was biting his ear with the tall slender young man, and shuddered, thinking that his disciple was a little stupid, but he didn't dare to beat him... ...Thinking that the old cow's nose is often pulled by the vines and pulling the ears, the pot-bellied monk's heart is instantly balanced.

After walking for more than an hour, the little chubby worm suddenly put his head up and rolled around in Qinghuan's palm, with his round head facing a wall.

Qi Chen stepped forward and groped around on the wall. The stone walls were all the same color. He searched for a long time and still could not find the location of the organ, but there was a dead end in front of him. Here, the question is how did they penetrate this wall.

Of course, there is another question, why do they have a map of the mausoleum in their hands? Not to mention that the ancient city of Huangsha has been buried underground for thousands of years, it has always been on the ground. Everyone knows that the opening of this underground imperial tomb is to enter at different times, not to find the entrance at night, not to mention the twists and turns of the underground palace. The path and the lurking all kinds of murder! However, the old crook has a map in his hand. Where did this map come from? Who painted it? All these made the task force people do not understand.

Qing Huan tilted her head and looked at the wall for a while, then suddenly turned around and said, "Is there something you have overlooked, you are tracking those tomb robbers all the way in, right?"

The crowd nodded.

"I chased too fast, so I didn't notice what was happening behind me, right?" Qing Huan snorted and motioned them to look back. Everyone turned their heads according to the words, and they were suddenly shocked: "This, where is this? How did we get here?" That is to say, now they are trapped by the stone walls on all sides, and there is no way out.

"It's over." Pushpin is the youngest and most prone to panic when things go wrong. "The explosives were all used up when we got down from the robbery hole. How can we get out if we can't blow up the stone wall!"

Feng Luo said: "Even if there are explosives, it is useless. The eight of us are stuck in this space of several square meters, and the explosives will blow us all up to the sky!"

"The entire underground mausoleum itself is a formation, changing at any time. The walls with organs can only be determined by luck. We should see it from the underground river." The tall slender young man said in a deep voice, and he looked carefully. four walls below. "The distance between this wall is getting smaller. We are caught in the eyes of the formation. If we can't find a way to escape, we will be crushed into patties."

The man in the iron tower roared, "I'll smash this wall!" He was about to smash the big hammer, but was stopped by the Taoist priest: "Pillars, wait!"

Pillar has developed limbs but a simple mind. He is basically a striker in the task force, and he is not easy to use where his brain is used. The Taoist priest touched and knocked on the four walls, and asked Qinghuan, "Which side are you talking about, girl?"

Qing Huanxin said, I'm afraid it's not easy to hit either side. Finally, when she saw the little chubby worm shrugging his head toward the north wall, she said, "Lao Wai, they're going in this direction, so let's smash this side."

As soon as I heard that the pillar could be broken, I immediately became excited. He had just had enough to eat, and he was even more powerful. He swung the hammer up, screamed, and slammed into his dantian with a hammer—

The stone wall immediately cracked. Qing Huan glanced at him in surprise: "I didn't expect you to be so strong."

"Pillar is a natural divine power. Not only that, but he is also invulnerable. There are no weak people in our group." Qi Chen explained aloud.

Now that there's a crack, there's no need for a hammer. Zhuzi put the hammer on his back again, and several other men also stood beside him and pushed **** the cracked stone wall, only to hear the deafening sound, Qing Huan and Teng Luo immediately covered their ears, and the little fat bug also cleverly hid into Qinghuan's clothes.

When the wall completely collapsed, the pot-bellied monk was about to give a smug smile, but before he could pull his lips apart, he stared stiffly in front of him, as did the others.

After a while, the pot-bellied monk asked Qinghuan with a wry smile, "I said pretty girl, why are you so good at choosing?"

Awaiting them behind the wall are at least dozens of evil spirits. They were dressed in armor, armed with weapons, well-trained, and arranged in extremely neat formations. Immediately after seeing the living person, he aimed the broadsword and spear in his hand.

Qing Huan said: "Who told you that there are good things on the north side of the other three walls?" It's either a trap or a poisonous beast. This side is still good. At least in terms of catching ghosts, the task force can do it. Handle. "These are ghost soldiers. They only recognize living people. Be careful."

As soon as Qing Huan said that Yin Soldiers only recognize living people, the pot-bellied monk suddenly had a whimsical idea: "Then we can just cover our noses and not gasp for breath? It's just like encountering zombies, just slip over and talk about it."

"Then you have to let your heart stop along with you, otherwise the smell of life on your body won't dissipate." Qing Huan glared at him with a smile, and the pot-bellied monk instantly slumped.

It was too late to say that, and the Yin soldiers had already rushed towards them. The tricky part is that they can hurt humans, and humans can't touch them. The shadow soldiers are incorporeal and immortal.

The crowd dispersed one after another, and it was estimated that one person would have to deal with at least five of this number. The appearance of these sinister soldiers is still the same as before, and it seems that they were filled in as a sacrificial burial. I don't know who is buried in this underground mausoleum, and they made such a big show. The old crook can control ghosts, he must have let these ghost soldiers drag the people of the task force here, and when the people of the task force catch up, he might have opened the coffin and took the treasure away.

Time is pressing and it is not advisable to fight more, Qi Chen whispered: "Are you ready?"

"Fuck the guy, **** him!" The pot-bellied monk shouted wildly, and then sat cross-legged, holding a rosary and chanting sutras. The Taoist priest took out the yellow talisman to **** him. Although the monks and the monks did not like each other on weekdays, they were each other's best partners when they were doing business.

And the girl Fujina has a good whip, and she and the tall slender young Amano are both lovers and partners. The remaining pushpins and pillars can only fight alone. They are back to back, defeating the enemy and guarding their comrades.

Qi Chen's fights are much more relaxed and happy. He holds guns in both hands, and the specially made bullets fired by the pot-bellied monk are extremely harmful to the Yin soldiers. But the problem is not here, the problem is that these Yin soldiers do not feel pain and they will not fall down. It is useless if they are injured. They will still get up and continue to attack. What is even more strange is that the supernatural power of the pot-bellied monk is completely useless.

No matter how powerful the evil spirits are on weekdays, they will weaken, but this group of ghost soldiers has not changed in the slightest, and even their offensive has become more and more fierce.

Qing Huan stood there and didn't move. She wasn't alive, so she wouldn't be attacked. She was observing these underworld soldiers, looking for a breakthrough. After a few minutes, she wondered: "These are undead?"

"Necromancer? What is a necromancer?" Pushpins with pointed ears.

"The necromancer is that their soul has been reincarnated, but still exists in a certain space in another form, like a puppet in a ghost, can you understand?" Qing Huan was afraid they would not understand , and shouted at the pot-bellied monk, "It is useless to save them, because the soul has already left, this is the undead, and it must be destroyed directly!"

After speaking, Qing Huan was surprised for a few seconds, because as soon as he heard that he didn't need to overdo it, the pot-bellied monk jumped up from the ground in an instant, and the speed of his movements was no slower than anyone else's. He laughed twice: "Aha! It turns out that you little **** don't need to be overbearing! Then I'm welcome, old man!" As he said this, he lowered his head and took off the Buddha beads around his neck, and waved them wisely.

He is chubby and turns like a spinning top, but he is very capable. Whenever Buddha beads are swept everywhere, the Yin soldiers are scattered without exception. After breaking up, it took a few seconds to reunite, and the pot-bellied monk was so angry that he scolded his mother: "What is this! It can't be beaten to death!"

Qing Huan pointed his toes, and held the pushpin in his hand before it was pierced by the Yin Soldier's spear, still locking his throat with one hand, saying: "Continue to attack during the gap between their reunion, and don't give them a reunion. The opportunity will naturally disappear!”

As she said, after dismantling a shadow soldier, everyone did not stop but continued to attack. Sure enough, it was much faster. Forty or so shadow soldiers were all wiped out in less than half an hour. clean.

After the incident, everyone was so tired that they jumped, jumped, fled, and fought. The salary of the task force was not easy to earn. After returning, they strongly demanded a raise!

Pillar took off their backpacks, everyone ate something and drank water, rested for a while, and continued to chase Lao Wai and other tomb robbers non-stop.

Qing Huan took a look back before leaving the hall, and lost the ghost soldiers. The hall was even more deserted and lonely, gloomy, with only the green light from the oil lamps.

Following the traces for a while, the girl Fujina who was running at the front suddenly screamed and disappeared instantly. And the ground where she disappeared was smooth and nothing.

Everyone was stunned by this scene. The Taoist priest and Amano immediately tried to find the gap with their hands, while Qi Chen angrily slammed his fist on the stone wall. He didn't know how he smashed the punch, but the ground began to vibrate, and the glazed tiles on the top of his head were also peeling off, hitting the ground with a crisp sound.

The next second, everyone was engulfed by the bluestone ground.

This fall was too hard, if it weren't for the soft plants and raised stone walls as buffers, everyone would have died. Qing Huan thought to herself that fortunately, she kept the Flying Tiger Claw on her body. She used the Flying Tiger Claw to hook up a raised rock wall, and then grabbed the pushpin that fell from her side with one hand. The thumbtack said thank you in shock, Qing Huan shook her head, saw that everyone else was hanging on the stone wall, and then she looked down and saw that the vines were fine. Climbing up the tree, he was breathing heavily.

"That's great, everyone is fine!" Thumbtack shouted happily, looking down into the darkness, he couldn't see anything, and he didn't know how there could be such a high mountain underground. He only said a word in the open surroundings There were echoes incessantly, thinking that it must be extremely deep below, and it would be strange if it didn't fall to pieces.

How did they come down?

Qi Chen is also curious about this question. He first lost his own sister, and Teng Luo was another sister to him, but she suddenly disappeared, which made Qi Chen feel resentful and sad, but he really didn't know What kind of mechanism was pressed by him, a big hole would suddenly burst from the ground, so that everyone fell off.

Qing Huan pulled the pushpin with one hand and the flying tiger claw with the other, and heard the fashionable Taoist monk scolding the pot-bellied monk: "You fat bald donkey! If you go back this time, if you don't lose weight again. , I will cut the fat off your stomach piece by piece!" He said that his hands were loosened, and he was about to cry, it was a tragedy, everyone was fine, but his ankle was caught by a bald donkey, and he didn't even think about it. The tonnage of the bald donkey, can that rock wall support the weight of the two of them?

At this time, Amano shouted: "Don't be noisy, you see, this is not a rock wall! This is, this is jade!" He is an archaeologist and is very proficient in these things.

Everyone was dumbfounded when they heard it. It took at least half a minute for them to seize the opportunity when they fell from the top. They thought it was an underground mountain, but they didn't expect it to be an artificial jade mountain?

Qing Huan kicked it with her foot, and it felt very strong. It was no wonder that the small rock wall was able to support the Taoist monk and the monk. "Everyone slow down and look down from the raised rock wall. I don't know how far it is."

It is impossible to go up, because this jade mountain is sharp at the top and wide at the bottom, and the top part is only the width of a woman's palm. And the ground has been closed, if you want to go out, there will be more vitality down.

The hard-working people had to carefully hug the mountain wall and rub down it little by little. There are many mountain walls that bulge outwards, and they will be cut off if they are not careful. This mountain is too extravagant. Although they knew that it was impossible to take it out and exchange it for money, when they learned that it was made of jade, everyone was extremely cautious, for fear that they would be bumped somewhere, and then they would be a destroyer of cultural relics. sinned.

If you can look at the distant view at this moment, you will see that there are countless branches on a jade mountain about 200 meters high, and there are eight small black dots hanging on the branches, which are slowly rubbing down.

Qing Huan felt that it would be too slow to go on like this, but the pushpin was a little afraid of heights. In order to appease him, she tied a rope around each other's waists, but when she looked down, the pushpin closed her eyes and went down the mountain, trembling with fear. Qing Huan sighed and said, "We are now underground, not in the sky, why are you still afraid of heights?"

Pushpin wants to cry without tears: "But it's still very high looking down from here!"

Qing Huan shook her head, dexterously jumped off a few rock walls, and stretched her arms around the waist of the pushpin. The little monk's pushpin lived to be a teenager, and it was the first time that a half-year-old boy was so close to a girl. A handsome face instantly flushed red, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and he forgot to be afraid of heights.

When the monk with big belly saw it, he was very jealous and shouted in the air: "Little pushpin! Don't forget that you are a monk! A monk must be empty! Reboot! Reboot!"

He roared hoarsely, but the pushpin didn't hear it at all. Qing Huan turned her head to the thumbtack and said, "If you're afraid, just close your eyes."

The pushpin didn't have time to ask why, only to hear a gust of wind, Qing Huan was jumping down quickly with his arms around him! He was so frightened that he hurriedly closed his eyes, and his thoughts were gone, and the wind whistled in his ears, until his feet fell on the map pegs, and the whole person collapsed. As soon as he touched the ground, his feet fell to the ground.

Qing Huan jumped up to pick up the others, first Fuji Luo, then Amano Taoist Qi Chen Zhu, the pot-bellied monk was too fat, she couldn't hold it with one hand, so she had to ignore it.

The pot-bellied monk said this was weight discrimination. Although he is fat, he can hold a boat in his stomach!

In the end, he cautiously rubbed down and was about to condemn Xia Qinghuan, but when he saw that everyone was looking not far away, he followed curiously and saw a hole under Yushan!

Could it be that this jade mountain is still empty?

Everyone looked at each other in dismay. Under the leadership of Qi Chen, they were ready to go in and find out.

The further you go inside, the colder it gets. It's summer outside, so everyone wears less clothes. Even the iron man pillars can't help shivering, but Qing Huan doesn't notice anything.

The ground under your feet is also made of jade, white and transparent, and cold to the bone. The further you go inside, the colder it becomes unbearable. But the more so, the more curious the people are, the stronger they want to know what is inside and why there is such a jade mountain underground.

But it wasn't easy to walk in. They were trapped in an abyss. The Taoist priests were good at Qimen Dunjia and the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams.

There is another world in front of you.

Ten meters away from them, there are high steps, all made of high-quality white jade, and above the steps is a circular floor with a double coffin placed on it.

The body of the coffin is engraved with intricate and solemn patterns, which vaguely feel a bit strange, but there is no evil spirit. Surrounding the circular ground is a circle of luminous fist-sized luminous pearls. The shelves on which the luminous pearls are placed are also delicate and slender. The steps are extremely thin, and the ground is suspended in the air.

The surface of the coffin is still covered with a white coffin cover, which is quiet and distant, and the people inside have been lying down for many years. Looking around, there is no evidence to prove the identity of the tomb owner. Amano looked at it for a long time before saying: "This place must have a history of at least thousands of years. If nothing else, just talk about this jade mountain, no, it should be called a jade tomb. I have never seen anyone buried like this. The owner of this tomb... Where did it come from?"

Jade Mountain is majestic and airy, yet extremely empty. However, looking around, there are no treasures that are too valuable. The coffin and the night pearl are naturally precious, but there are not no other tombs. What kind of temptation caused Lao Wai to come and go in person, and he did not hesitate to reveal his identity?

Speaking of the old crooks, they actually got here one step ahead of the old crooks.

It really means that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, and there were footsteps outside. Lao Wai and his men rushed in. He was very surprised to see Qing Huan and others one step ahead of him: "You are not dead?"

The big-bellied monk said unforgivingly: "How can we die without you dying?"

The old crooked smile, the hook nose made him more sinister and cruel: "It's okay, you guys are going to die soon!"

Of course they came to open the coffin and steal the treasure, but no one knew what was in the coffin. Although Lao Wai has a map in his hand and some people, but the underground palace is difficult and dangerous, he still lost a lot of men, and now there are not as many people here, and there are only five of them in total.

The Taoist said disdainfully: "We have eight of you five, so if you have the ability, we can go head to head!"

The old crook laughed twice and said, "To deal with you, do you still need me to end the game? Don't forget, I can control ghosts!" He spoke again with the same old bloodletting spell and summoning, only to see for a while. The gloomy wind blew, and several ghosts appeared.

"I'll be good." The Taoist priest spoke in a dialect instantly. "This old crook has made a lot of money. It's just amazing. What is there in this tomb that is worth his hard work?"

Because the ghosts released are extremely powerful, Lao Wai wants to release more blood, so his face is a bit pale with blood loss. But soon he laughed and said, "It's not enough, come, let's see who this is?" With that, he showed an evil smile, burned the bright red blood charm with a lighter, and then the other four The people also poured blood into the strange celadon flower bowl. Slowly, with the sound of Lao Wai's incantation, a bright red ghost gradually rose from the flower bowl.

Qi Chen lost his voice: "Xiao Yu?!"