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Without mentioning how much the camel regretted, he could not have imagined that Fan Demon, who thought he had beaten to death with a blow, was staring at the bronze pot with his mouth falling from the corpse tomb.

Before taking the crystal clear one, Fan Zhuo inadvertently looked into the pot and found that there was nothing in it. Until he heard a similar cry for help, he died when he called for help. Looking at the pot, there was already a sesame-sized crystal in the pot.

This made Fan Zhuo very puzzled, unable to explain why this crystal suddenly appeared in the small pot, but he also had some vague guesses. Perhaps... this crystal that was crispy and chewed was related to the person who died before!

Fan Zhuo is also very curious about unknown things, which is proportional to his delicious food. Therefore, Fan Zhuo will definitely not give up if he cannot study the magic of this small pot.

Since the crystals in the pot seem to be related to the person who just died, if you want to uncover the secret of the small pot, you have to start from this point.

As a commoner in Lingshang Village, Fan Zhuo knew very well that countless corpses would appear in the tombs every day, and there were also living people who were dying at the moment of death, and this was exactly what Fan Zhuo was about to use.

The filthy things on his body were too disgusting, but Fan Zhuo was extremely curious about unknown things, but he could not agree to leave. Maybe there would be soldiers who brought the bones here in a while. If they missed it, wouldn't it be a pity!

So Fan Zhuo endured this disgusting feeling and hid far away in a tree beside the road to the ten thousand corpse tombs.

It’s hard work that pays off. Not long after, a group of soldiers drove a carriage, with blood-filled corpses running towards the tomb of thousands of corpses.

Fan Zhuo's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he finally grinned and showed a pretty honest smile, but he did not follow him. Instead, he only touched the tomb of Wan Zi after the soldiers left.

After arriving at the location, Fan Zhuo opened the lid of the pot with a rigorous look on his face, walked around the tomb of Wan Zi, staring at the pot without blinking his eyes, hoping to see the crisp crystals appear again.

The magical scene happened indeed. There was a spot of light like sand and dust at the bottom of the pot, which was hard to detect, but it was captured by Fan Zhuo's eyes. At the same time, Fan Zhuo's spirit became extremely nervous and stopped to stare at the changes at the bottom of the pot.

The light spot became more and more obvious, but in a few breaths, it condensed into a crystal that was the size of a sesame grain and no longer changed. Seeing this scene, Fan Zhuo cheered in surprise, without thinking, and threw the crystal into his mouth and chewed it randomly.

After being excited, Fan Zhuo did not feel any discomfort. He had a breath of early spring and morning, which made people's thoughts wider.

Fan Zhuo thought for a moment. If he remembered correctly, there seemed to be some movement around him just now. Perhaps it was caused by someone who was dying and then died, so there was an extra crystal in the pot.

Fan Zhuo did not give up and continued to wander around the tomb of Wan Zi. It was gloomy and terrifying, but at this time Fan Zhuo completely ignored these people and focused on finding people who still had the breath of life.

Perhaps it was his turn to be lucky today, and soon Fan Zhuo discovered a soldier who was still moving.

One of the legs and one arm of the soldier had disappeared, and a hideous scar on his face had just condensed into a blood scab, like a huge centipede lying down, and an eyeball had been completely destroyed by the scar. Such a serious injury was still not dead, and a "cough" sound was heard in his throat, which made Fan Zhuo frown deeply.

If this scene was seen by an ordinary fifteen-year-old young man, and he wouldn't be scared to death on the spot? But Fan Zhuo is different. The corpse tomb has existed for nearly two years. In the past two years, Fan Zhuo has often come here to find objects on dead people. Although many of them are taken back by daggers and broken swords, or are taken back by other interested people, they can still find some rags to play with.

There have been many dead people, so no matter how hideous and terrifying Fan Zhuo is much immune!

"Oh, man, I blame you for being born at the wrong time! Seeing you feeling so uncomfortable, I will give you a trip, die early and reincarnate early, and bless you to become a martial artist in your next life, climb the road of Qingyun, and touch eighteen times!"

Seeing this man miserable, Fan Zhuo took out a small palm-sized hook that he carried with him and hooked it into the vaguely identifiable neck of a man in his thirties. Then he gently pulled it out, bringing out blood vessels that could not have ejaculated much blood.

Fan Zhuo clearly saw the look of relief from the man's eyes, but this was not important. What was important was that Fan Zhuo found that a crystal was condensed in the small pot...

It was not until this time that Fan Zhuo could confirm that this magical small pot, a small pot that had been his room pot and spittoon for more than two years, was really a treasure!

After searching for another time, Fan Zhuo did not find any living person. Moreover, he took three crystals one after another and had obviously noticed the changes from his body. Although this change was not outstanding, Fan Zhuo obviously felt that his breathing became much stronger, and it was not as hard as before when moving the corpse. You should know that Fan Zhuo himself was still very thin.

I really didn't expect that this magical small pot has such ability. As long as you open the lid near the person who just died, there will be strange crystal objects in the pot. The crispy crystal seems to have the effect of strengthening the body, and the effect is so direct and such a treasure is enough to make Fan Zhuo tremble all over excitedly.

However, Fan Zhuo didn't think it was strange. In this world where immortals were walking all over the ground and there were as many mortals as dogs. Not to mention anything else, Fan Zhuo himself had heard of the story of mortals who could fly to the sky and escape immediately after taking the elixir.

It can be seen that this small pot has magical functions, which is considered ordinary!

Fan Zhuo grinned, feeling that he should have come to this corpse tomb several times, and perhaps he can surpass Wang Blacksmith strongly!

Fan Zhuo's curiosity in exploring unknown things was also relieved, and then he realized that he was really disgusting, so he decided to go and wash it quickly.

But at this moment, a hysterical sound seemed to be a roar that resounded deep in the heart of the human heart and came into Fan Zhuo's ears. The roar made Fan Zhuo's heart twitch. He had heard of such rumors and knew very well what this roar meant.

According to legend, in areas with extremely heavy yin energy, there are often "hair corpses" accompanied by them. The hair corpses are extremely powerful, and they are full of hair like steel and are invulnerable to swords and guns. The low-level hair corpses are unconscious and bloodthirsty, making them a very evil thing.

The book records that in the place where the yin energy is extremely heavy, there are corpses accompanied by hair. The movement is like thunder, quiet as mountain, and hair is like fine steel, roaring through the heart.

Although Fan Zhuo had never seen a Mao corpse, from the records and descriptions in the book, he could tell that the shocking roar just now originated from the Mao corpse.

It would be no surprise that there would be fur corpses in the Wanzi Tomb. After all, there are too many corpses and extremely heavy yin energy, and this is also the most suitable place for fur corpses to grow.

Fan Zhuo subconsciously ran away. No matter whether there were corpses here, they were irresistible to himself with his little arms and legs. Once he was targeted by the corpse, he would have no choice but to die.

Fan Zhuo, who was running desperately, looked back and glanced back in a hurry, and indeed saw the scary guy through the gray mist.

A guy with gray hair all over his body and his body size was no different from that of ordinary people, his head was hanging down, and his whole body was trembling constantly. The hairs that looked like steel needles touched each other and made a brittle sound like metal hits. The blood-colored eyes were the most conspicuous part of the whole body. Fan Zhuo was so far away that he could feel a chill on his spine, which shows the fierce aura emitted by this object.

This is the rumored corpse, which is formed by the mutated mutant of a large amount of yin energy absorbed by the dead.

Fan Zhuo could feel goose bumps all over his body as if he was about to fall down. His scalp became numb and he never dared to look back. He ran away with big strides.

After Fan Zhuo ran far away, perhaps because of the effects of several crystals he had taken before, his perception ability was much higher than before, and he could clearly hear the footsteps coming from the front.

"Some people! There are quite a few people. They must be soldiers who transport the bodies. Do you want to tell them that there is a corpse in the tomb of Wanzhen? "

As soon as Fan Zhuo's thought arose, he immediately rejected it.

If you really tell the news to the soldiers coming, it is difficult to guarantee that you will not cause trouble. Then let these soldiers open the way to deal with the corpse. If you can really kill the evil thing, you can still go in and out of the tomb of ten thousand corpses in the future and continue to look for the crisp crystals.

Even if these soldiers were unable to kill the corpse and were killed instead...

Fan Zhuo grinned, as if he foresaw the rare crystals appearing in this mysterious little pot!

Fan Zhuo was short and crawled into the weeds beside the road, and only then came out after the group of soldiers transporting the bones passed.

“Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-seven!”

Fan Zhuo grinned, bit his lower lip excitedly, and said to himself:

"Twenty-seven people! Even if you can't kill the corpse, you will think it's a contribution to my growth. After I've made me accept the crystals you have become powerful, I will avenge you!"

Although Fan Zhuo is only a fifteen-year-old young man, he is still meticulous. The way he chose seems to be insulting, but in fact he is entirely to save his life!

Fan Zhuo considered at the time that if he rashly told the soldiers who came to transport the corpses, there would be only two results: one was that the soldiers would take him back to the barracks for questions; the other was that he would lead the way ahead and head to the tomb of ten thousand corpses together.

The world is a world where the strong prey on the weak. Whoever has the final say is the right one. Those who are not selfish or have a kind heart are only mortal scholars who shake their heads all day long. If they want to survive well in the world, the first thing they need to learn is to consider their personal interests in everything.

This is very consistent with his nickname "Devil". If you want to survive well, you will have to step on many corpses and walk your own path step by step!

For those who have nothing to do with themselves and have no benefits, the only one who is in trouble is the ultimate goal.

After the twenty-seven soldiers walked away, Fan Zhuo followed him and played the role of his little yellow bird.
Chapter completed!