"Ah!!!!" Mei Xi shouted at the top of her lungs. A pair of hands stretched out from under the Dala Sutra quilt. They were the hands of a dead body. His skin was pale and without a trace of blood. His nails were long and already embedded in Wushuang.

in the meat.

In the past, this timid girl would either run away without a trace or faint from fright. But this time, although Mei Xi was frightened, she did not run away. She pulled Wu Shuang's sleeve hard,

I wish I could pluck the male god out from under those ghost claws right now.

Wushuang gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his arm. In the past, he had Haidongqing's finger on his body, and Haidongqing's finger was immune to evil, but now that there is no protective object, the coldness in the body of the guy on his wrist suddenly

It went straight into my heart. It still hurt at first, but after the pain passed, half of my arm had no feeling at all.

But he knew that he couldn't shout or retreat at this time. The more nervous he was, the easier it would be for something to happen. He threw away Mei Xi with his other hand, pulled out the Tibetan knife, and raised it.

"What are you going to do?" Mei Xi rushed up and hugged his arm with both hands.

"Don't stop me, I must cut off my arm quickly! Otherwise the evil will spread throughout my body!"

"Brother! You can't! You can't break your arm! I can't watch you become a cripple! Why don't you dare to catch me, you stinky, shameless ghost? Come on! Come on!" Mei Xi let go.

Wushuang simply grabbed the ghost hand and shook it vigorously, wanting to bite it.

But strangely enough, there was nothing strange about Mei Xi's cold hand that touched the corpse. Wu Shuang didn't have time to think so much, and he had to break away from this guy as soon as possible. In his haste, he thought of a sentence taught by an expert in the past.

The nine-character mantra of Tibetan Buddhism.

He silently recited in his mind: "All those who are facing the battle are arrayed in front!" Then he bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the corpse's hand.

Not to mention, the random move really worked. The corpse's hand gradually relaxed. Wushuang jumped back and hid several meters away, fearing that the guy would imitate the corpse and pounce on him in an instant. However, he still had no feeling in half of his arm.

It's like being frozen.

"Put it on quickly, I don't want your ring." Mei Xi quickly took off the seaweed ring from her neck and gave it to Wu Shuang.

This Haidongqing ring is one of the keys to unlocking Nurhaci's Dragon Veins Treasure. It is also one of the sacred objects he gave to the four Baylors during his lifetime. The imperial objects are naturally extraordinary, and a thick burning heat suddenly flows along the unparalleled

Blood vessels spread all over the body, and gradually, the blood finally flowed into the arm along the blood vessels.

He tried to move his fingers, but fortunately, he could bend them and use force. However, a five-finger pinch mark was left on his wrist, which he probably would never be able to move back in his life.

"It scared me to death. Didn't you say that he can't fake corpses? What's going on?" Mei Xi's face was pale and pale.

Wushuang shook his head and said: "I don't know, maybe there is still a soul left in the body. Because I didn't bring Hai Dongqing with me, Erza thought that I was not a descendant of the Hai family, so naturally I couldn't touch his body.

But why do I feel like he doesn’t want to harm me?”

"I don't want to harm you yet. I almost lost my life. I don't want to read it. I don't want to read it. Can we not touch the Dala Sutra? That guy is too dangerous!"

But the blood of the Hai family flows in his bones. He is a golden captain, and his courage is naturally different from ordinary people. He smiled and said: "You have come in. Even if you are asked to leave now, you can't leave. Look,

Why don't you look at it! If someone else takes over our Hai family's land, I will have to invite him out!"

The corpse's hand rested on the outside of the sutra quilt and remained motionless. He didn't know if he would be the same as last time when he got closer next time. Wushuang held the string of Tibetan Living Buddha's illuminated handles in his other hand.

He took the skewer off and then approached the ghost hand again. He carefully wrapped the skewer around the guy's hand.

At this time, the body was only seen shaking slightly, and then it returned to tranquility in an instant.

He did not dare to delay, striking while the iron was hot. Without even retracting his hand, he directly grabbed the corner of the sutra and lifted it up, then instinctively took two steps back.

But there was no movement in the corpse anymore. His reaction was beyond Wushuang's expectation. Originally, Wushuang thought that the corpse might be deceived by the suppression of the Tibetan Buddhist scriptures, or that the moment he opened the Dala Sutra cover, he would open his scarlet eyes.

His eyes were staring at him, and even at that moment he was so slender that he would touch his chest.

But after all, this didn't happen. The corpse lay calmly in the coffin, with its eyes closed and its face pale, just like a corpse that had just been buried a few days ago.

Wushuang's guess was correct. The corpse was very well preserved, with almost no signs of death. The man had broad shoulders, thick eyebrows and a big mouth, with stubble all over his face. A big dark braid was coiled around his neck, making him look even more handsome.

In terms of spirit, he should have been a general before his death, and his age would not be more than 40 years old, in his prime.

The other hand of the corpse was placed on his chest. In his hand was something similar to silk or white forging. This was probably his suicide note. There were many Manchu characters written densely on the suicide note. It turned out that his other hand was

It is also placed on the chest.

Wushuang looked at the location of the suicide note and recalled that the dead body's hand had been dragging him. Could it be that... was he trying to attract his attention to get the suicide note?

He was a gold-touching captain, not an archaeologist. There was no rush to read the corpse's suicide note. Sooner or later, it would all be his. He turned his attention to the coffin, and he didn't even see a single burial object next to the corpse. This is not true.

In line with the funeral customs of the time, regardless of whether he was Erza or not, he was at least a high official.

When an official is buried, he must wear official robes and is not allowed to be buried in military armor. Moreover, he must also carry court beads, which are a symbol of his power and status during his lifetime. But looking at this general, he only has a sword on his body.

It can be regarded as a funerary object, and there is not even a ring for the rest. It is simply poor.

"Brother, brother, something's wrong, something's wrong. We've seen this guy before, we've seen him just now... Isn't he just..." Men only see things superficially, and no matter how carefully they are, they are not as good as women. The details that Mei Xi noticed are enough to make the two of them...

People were stunned.

"I told you, don't call me brother in the future!" Wu Shuang was a little angry, but his tone was not tough at all when facing Mei Xi.
Chapter completed!