Dead trees, graves, coffins, charity houses!/p>

Desolate, decayed, evil, gloomy!

The moment Su Yang and Zhan Ping'an successfully crossed the Jingshen River and stepped into the residential area of ​​the corpse clan, the first feeling that came to him was full of all kinds of bad negative factors, as if he had finally entered the Kingdom of the Dead, a hint of chill spreading upwards along the spine, and there was always a chilling feeling.

"Brothers of the third son, where is your tribe?" Su Yang stared around curiously. He could feel the attention of his eyes, but he did not see another corpse tribe. It seemed that in the entire gloomy environment, there were only Su Yang, Zhan Ping'an, the three corpse sons, or even the three corpse sons around him, all were strange bodies without souls.

In the face of Su Yang's inquiry, the third son of the corpse said enthusiastically: "It's still daytime, and most people are still sleeping and practicing. I woke up in advance to hunt because I was a little hungry. I didn't expect to meet you. But don't worry, when I came back, I had already notified the patriarch and told them that the guests were coming, otherwise there would be no coffin coming across the river to pick us up."

Su Yang narrowed his eyes and suddenly seemed to feel something. He looked back keenly and heard a bang. A coffin that had just raised a little bit of the gap suddenly closed in a very nervous way.

Su Yang immediately understood something and didn't say anything. He just looked up at the sky and asked, "Forgive me ignorance. I have been in this world for several days. The world is always the same. How can the day and night come?"

Zi Sanzi smiled and said, "The situation here is a little special. The fifteenth day is like this. The fifteenth day will be dark, so we calculate it in this way when we go back and forth. Of course, the more important reason is that we are all dead people, and dead people are always more sensitive to the day and the night than living people."

Su Yang narrowed his eyes and didn't know what to think, but continued to smile and asked, "By the way, I don't know what we are going to do next? Should we wait until night fall? Or should we go to see your patriarch now?"

The third son of the corpse replied: "Of course we should go now! We have not been living here for thousands of years, and we haven't been there for a long time... Well, in short, you will know everything when you meet our patriarch."

Su Yang seemed to understand something again, and did not ask anything more tentatively. He just chatted with the three sons enthusiastically, and finally arrived at the center of the Zhen Clan residential area, where a unique tomb appeared.

The reason why it is described as unique is that this tomb is different from the tomb mound seen in front. It is made of very solid stone bricks, with a unique shape and an alternative beauty, and there is no trace of weeds on the whole.

If a tomb is equivalent to a living house for a corpse tribe, then the tomb outside is a private house, and this stone tomb is a luxurious villa. The difference between the treatment is determined.

However, after the three corpse sons opened a stone gate in front of the stone tomb in a unique way and led Su Yang and Zhan Ping'an in, Su Yang discovered that there was a unique cave in this place. This stone tomb was not a luxurious villa at all, but a castle-level mansion.

In other words, the specifications in the stone tomb are basically almost up to the imperial tomb, and even the tomb of the First Emperor in history.

Various gems such as night pearls are decorated into the starry sky, and various strange objects such as mercury are turned into flowing rivers. In addition, white jade slabs are like palaces, tombs, coffins, and partial rooms. This style actually gives Su Yang and Zhan Ping'an a special sense of art.

Something interesting!

Su Yang's mouth raised slightly, feeling that this corpse clan is definitely not simple. It seems that it has been formed for a long time and basically has its own culture.

Just as Su Yang was thinking this way, the third son of the corpse led Su Yang and Zhan Ping'an to a side room, where there were tables and chairs, which were obviously a place to receive guests.

"Come here!" The third son of the corpse seemed very familiar with this. He shouted and saw a small maid yawning over the corpse tribe. The moment he saw the third son of the corpse, his face immediately changed, and his posture was very respectful.

"Three Young Master, you are back!" The maid of the Corpse Clan was still a little tired. Maybe just as the third son of the Corpse said, the Corpse Clan basically sleeps during the day and only comes out to move at night.

But Su Yang was not paying attention to this at this moment. The name of the corpse maids of the corpse tribe as the third son of the corpse tribe. A lot of information was revealed here. It turned out that the third son of the corpse tribe he had mentioned earlier was the third son of the corpse tribe leader. This identity and status are not simple.

The third son of the corpse seemed to notice this, grinned at Su Yang, and said, "My identity is nothing. He just lives better than others in the corpse clan. It is my father who really decided."

After saying that, the third son of the corpse changed his face and said to the little maid of the corpse clan: "Why don't you bring the tea and pastries quickly? Didn't you see any distinguished guests here to entertain?"

The maid of the corpse tribe immediately left in fear and a lot of things came in a short while, including dark green tea and black pastries, whether they could be eaten or not, and whether they were poisonous. Anyway, Zhan Ping'an dared not taste them.

However, Su Yang showed a very strong interest. He picked up the tea and sniffed it slightly, immediately raised his thick eyebrows, tasted it lightly, and suddenly felt a chill falling into his lower abdomen along his throat, just like taking a comfortable cold bath in summer, and moaning comfortably.

Then, Su Yang picked up the black and black pastry and observed it carefully. He raised his thick eyebrows again and took a light bite. The mouth was soft and glutinous, fragrant and sweet, and had a cool feeling, as if he was eating top-quality ice sorbet.

Although Su Yang was having fun eating, Zhan Ping'an was terrified. How could these corpse tribes eat randomly? Aren't they afraid of eating something unclean and eating themselves into a living dead?

When the third son of the corpse watched Su Yang taste fragrant tea and food, his eyes immediately lit up, and he was much more enthusiastic. He asked curiously: "In the past, living people came to us, but they didn't dare to drink tea, wine, and even didn't dare to eat pastries and food. This was wasted all our hearts. Haha, Brother Su was still good enough. If you like to eat, I will turn back and let you get more."

Not only that, the third son of the corpse immediately took action and asked the maid of the corpse tribe to arrange delicious food and drinks. He quickly put a full table on it, and there was no shortage of strange things. Just looking at it makes me feel a little scared.

Su Yang basically refused everyone, but he didn't eat everything. In short, he was quite happy.

Zhan Ping'an was a little confused and frowned for a moment, then could no longer suppress his spiritual sense and asked, "Are you afraid of eating yourself to death? Or if you eat it to become a living dead, we will not be able to save you."

Su Yang's silent spiritual consciousness sent a voice transmission: "Did you forget that I am an alchemist? I know much more than you. Come on, you can eat everything I have eaten, and you can't eat it. There are many good things here."

Zhan Ping'an became even more curious and continued to send his divine sense to ask: "What good things can a dead person eat?"

Su Yang's divine consciousness replied: "If I guess correctly, this tea is fried with the leaves and meat beards of the Sanyin Ginseng. Each bite can nourish the body well. Drinking too much can enhance the defense against the damage of the Yin attributes; and this black pastry is made of Xuanyin Zhi, and it is Xuanyin Zhi, which has grown to nine leaves. On weekdays, this thing can cure Yin injuries at all, so I can't bear to use it. Now I'm putting it openly in front of me for eating. If I don't eat it, I'm a fool; and this kind of..."

Su Yang introduced several kinds of pastries and fragrant teas. Anyway, they all have very strict requirements on the environment and are extremely difficult to find in the outside world. Not only does it have no harm when taken, it is even very helpful.

Zhan Ping'an did not believe in evil. With the idea that Su Yang could eat her, she began to taste the pastries introduced by Su Yang. Each one had a unique taste. After eating, not only did not feel any discomfort, but the yin and cold power spread around him invisibly dissipated a lot. Zhan Ping'an did not need to maintain the vitality in his body at all times to successfully resist it.

In this way, while tasting fragrant tea and eating pastries, Su Yang asked in his spare time: "Brothers of the third son, I don't know that your father is also the leader of the tribe. When will he come?"

The third son of the skull replied enthusiastically: "Brother Su doesn't know that our skull is dead, and his way of practicing is different from yours. In many cases, he spends sleeping in a deep sleep. Therefore, when he does not wake up on his own initiative, awakening requires a process, and the deeper his cultivation level, the slower the process of awakening. But it should be faster. It should be in one stick of incense and my father will return."

The time that Jun Sanzi mentioned was still a relatively conservative time. Before the incense stick of time had arrived, Su Yang and Zhan Ping'an suddenly moved their minds, their faces changed, and they felt a powerful aura awakening deep in the tomb.

A saint who attains enlightenment?

Su Yang and Zhan Ping'an narrowed their eyes again, and their spirits immediately rose to their limits. Then they heard a roar, accompanied by the trembling of the earth, and began to move towards the direction where Su Yang and Zhan Ping'an were at a very fast speed.

Under the pressure of a strong enemy, Zhan Ping'an couldn't help but immediately wanted to enter the state of war, but was suppressed by Su Yang, shaking his head slightly, indicating that he should not act rashly for the time being, as if it was not yet time.

At this moment, the vibration had already arrived outside the side room. As the door was trembling unwillingly, a huge ball of meat squeezed in.

Yes, this guy was seven or eight feet tall and five or six feet wide. He was covered with white horizontal flesh, and the overall shape was oval. The tonnage was probably really not small. The legs fell like stakes, and each stroke made the earth tremble.

It can be said that there are many characters with different shapes in the Three Thousand Worlds and even the Great Realm of Cultivation, but the shape of such large meat balls is very rare.

However, at this moment, Su Yang and Zhan Ping'an did not dare to laugh at each other, not only because the other party was the patriarch of the tribe, and their cultivation was also unfathomable. Although they had not truly reached the level of a saint who had attained enlightenment, they had already stepped in half and were infinitely close to the realm of a saint who had attained enlightenment. It can almost be said that they were hard to meet at the level of a half-step saint.

In addition, Su Yang and Zhan Ping'an are not sure what special abilities the corpse clan has, but the other party's cultivation is still within a controllable range, and at least it can be guaranteed that they can escape if they cannot win. This is much better than Su Yang and Zhan Ping'an's psychological expectations.
Chapter completed!