"Don't worry about that much, hurry up and the poisonous smoke will spread in a while." Wu Xie looked at the poison on the other side of the tomb chamber and frowned.

At this time, the poisonous smoke from the tomb chamber had already covered the entire tomb chamber and was spreading towards the passage. It was estimated that it would cover it in about ten minutes.

The fat man said, "Don't worry, he's like this, why can't the corpse become transformed? Even if the corpse is transformed, it's a disabled zongzi. It's just that the corpse poison on this thing is too troublesome. Be naive and be careful and don't get it."

The corpse poison on the zongzi is extremely troublesome. Once ordinary people are contaminated, they do not remove it with the old glutinous rice stained with black dog blood in time. The corpse poison will penetrate into the bone marrow and the whole person will melt into a pool of blood.

Wu Xie took off his backpack and said, "I have gloves in my backpack. We'd better work with gloves to avoid being poisoned by corpse. Now it seems that this corpse is indeed not the first generation Zhang Qiling."

"Why do you say that?" the fat man asked.

Wu Xie: "Because he does not have the kind of precious blood that young man, Zhang Qiling will not be poisoned by corpse."

The fat man asked, "Then why is his coffin exactly the same shape as Zhang Qiling upstairs?"

Wu Xie said: "Maybe those patterns do not mark identities, but may be used to mark causes of death, or to mark other uses, which does not necessarily represent identity status!"

When the fat man heard this, he nodded in agreement. The situation at that time was that no one except those present could know, and everything now was just a judgment.

Wu Xie looked at the tools on the ground again and speculated: "However, although he is not Zhang Qiling, I can be sure that his identity is extraordinary. Those people spent so much energy to lift him out of it, definitely not for the funeral objects inside it!"

At this moment, the corpse thrown on the floor suddenly twitched a few times, and then, a layer of black hair more than an inch long grew on its body, and at first glance it looked like a big hedgehog!

"Be careful! The corpse has changed!" Chen Hao hurriedly reminded.

The fat men were startled and hid aside and turned around to see the corpse.

At this time, the rice dumpling had already been flipped up from the ground, and then limped towards everyone, but the speed was very slow.

Wu Xie took up the submachine gun and smashed the rice dumpling a few times, kicking him away.

The fat man said astonished: "Damn! You can still turn into a corpse after all this. I really underestimate this guy's willpower. This is simply a model of a person with a broken body and a strong will in the world of Zongzi!"

Wu Xie had long known that this fat man was unreliable, and he didn't bother with him. He quickly asked him if there were any black donkey hooves or glutinous rice in his backpack to deal with rice dumplings.

"Sharp!"

Chen Hao pulled out the Daxia Dragon Bird Knife from his backpack and took a step forward, wanting to pack up the disabled rice dumplings.

The fat man quickly pressed him down and said, "Don't, you have released enough blood. You can't let you bleed anymore. This is just a disabled rice dumpling. Leave it to me to deal with!"

After the fat man finished speaking, he pulled out a sanitary napkin from his backpack, with a large piece of red blood stain stuck on it, which made people feel disgusted.

When Wu Xie and Chen Hao saw it, they were speechless.

"Fatty, damn... where did you get the blood?" Wu Xie immediately had the urge to hit the wall with his head.

The fat man held the sanitary napkin and explained: "This is the blood of the young man. I finally saved it when the young man was injured. I didn't need to light mosquito coils in the house. The man has already put so much blood, so just use it!"

"Damn it! I'm fucking-" Wu Xie couldn't understand the fat man's behavior at all.

The fat man was too lazy to pay attention to Wuxie Chen Hao, who had a dark face, raised the sanitary napkin, shouted at the big rice dumpling: "Let's go down, raise your hands, and spank me!"

As a result, the Zongzi ignored the fat man's words and climbed up from the ground again, climbing towards everyone step by step.

"He seems to understand wrong. Is this the young man's blood? Why is there no effect at all?" Wu Xie asked.

"Absolutely sure! This is a life-saving thing. How can I be careless? I guess it is an ancient rice dumpling. I don't understand our current Mandarin. Otherwise, you can try pronunciation in ancient languages, maybe he can understand it." The fat man said in an uncertain tone, and this time he was also panicked.

"I don't know. When the guy and the man were shocking Zongzi, they didn't see them chanting any spells?" Wu Xie said, and looked awkwardly at Chen Hao standing next to him.

This time, the fat man insisted on rushing to show off and getting the disabled Zongzi in front of him. Chen Hao stood aside and watched the show. Otherwise, if he had to take action, Zongzi would have kneeled down long ago.

"I'll repeat it again, lie down! Raise your hands and squat against the wall!"

The fat man held up the sanitary napkin and shouted at the disabled rice dumplings a few more words, but the rice dumplings did not react at all and were still slowly crawling towards them.

The fat man was surprised and asked: "Damn it, can you only deal with the female zongzi? Is this corpse a man? It seems that I have to use the stored materials that the macho has used before!"

As the fat man said, he took out a bloody sanitary napkin from his backpack. Without saying a word, he patted the sanitary napkin on the head of the disabled rice dumpling.

Chen Hao and the others next to him were speechless. Even Chen Hao himself didn't remember when this fat man had collected his blood. Those who didn't know would definitely think that this fat man was a psychopath.

The sanitary napkin was pressed on the disabled Zongzi's head, and a "sheep" sound suddenly made. A large stream of blue smoke immediately appeared on the Zongzi's head, and a blood pit was printed on it. The corpse blood flowed everywhere, causing it to roar and fell to the ground again.

There were still blood stains on the forehead of Zongzi, which were constantly corroding its body like sulfuric acid. Zongzi rolled and twitched desperately on the ground, making it look extremely painful.

Soon, the disabled rice dumpling melted into a pool of green liquid, and even the bones were melted!

Both of them have the effects of shocking evil spirits, but the strength of both sides is obvious at a glance. It is obvious that Chen Hao's Qinglong bloodline is one level stronger than the young man's Qilin bloodline.

But Chen Hao understood that there is actually no difference between the Qilin bloodline and the Azure Dragon bloodline. The reason for this gap is that Chen Hao has the purest Qinglong bloodline, and the purity of the Qilin bloodline of the young man is relatively sparse.

Because the young man is just the descendant of the family of Faqiu Tianguan. In terms of the purity of his bloodline, he is absolutely unable to compare with the orthodox Faqiu Tianguan.

The fat man said astonished: "Damn! A strong man is a strong man, both men and women are killed!"

Chen Hao: “…”

Wu Xie: "..."

At this time, Chen Hao looked back at the large tomb chamber and found that the poison had passed through the passage and was covering the tomb chamber, only about ten meters away from them.
Chapter completed!