Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 331: Man is the carrier of will, blood is the currency of the soul
"Oh, forget it." Dia put away the card on the star card back and walked towards the darkness opposite the fire.

He didn't know how long he wandered in the tomb passage that was like an ant nest, and he gradually lost his sense of direction.

The mysterious power from the East...

Click!

Dia took out an old lighter, lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth. The smoke drifted slowly along the trajectory of the wind.

After thinking for a while, he followed the smoke.

It was pitch dark all around, with only the light of a lonely cigarette butt in the darkness.

Diya let out a long sigh, feeling a little chest tightness and shortness of breath. From the corner opposite, he heard the conversation of the Yang Gong faction.

"The layout of the mausoleum has changed, but..."

Yang Kaiguo sighed, and was about to say something, but stopped himself. The needle of the compass in his hand stopped moving, like scrap metal.

"Da da da!"

A low sound of footsteps was heard from the opposite side. The person did not stop and the sound became more and more obvious, which made the experienced Yang Kaiguo immediately extinguish the torch in his hand.

I have been in the tomb for such a long time, but I haven't encountered any corpse-eating centipedes or blood-thirsty jumping zombies. Even the tomb robbers have not shown up. This is very strange.

The footsteps were quite slow and not irrational. Just when Yang Kaiguo decided to fight a protracted war with the opponent, the stalemate was broken in less than three seconds.

"Light up the fire. It's well ventilated here and no one will suffocate." Diya threw the cigarette butt into the corner and clapped his hands.

The Chinese language with a strange accent made Yang Jinxin feel quite uncomfortable. Before he could react, Yang Kaiguo had thrown the dagger hanging on his waist towards the source of the sound.

"Xiao Xin, these foreigners are here for our national treasure. Don't believe a word they say."

"Kill them when they should! Your uncle has suffered at their hands."

Yang Kaiguo gave a few instructions to the person beside him and pulled the thin thread wrapped around his finger. This extremely thin thread was connected to the handle of the dagger. He used the vibration and feeling transmitted by the thin thread to judge whether the enemy was seriously injured in the dark.

And the knife just now was very solid.

"Yeah..." Yang Jinxin nodded repeatedly. He finally understood why he had to build up his courage before going out, and even practice his tolerance for the smell of blood.

The fresh blood mixed with the damp and sour smell unique to the tomb really smelled disgusting.

The fire was reignited, and Yang Kaiguo looked forward with the torch in his hand, staring at the dying sick foreigner.

Dia covered his chest with his hands, blood gushing out from between his fingers. The cards in his worn windbreaker were scattered all over the ground, soaked in a pool of blood.

He raised his hand tremblingly, and this action scared Yang Kaiguo so much that he aimed the magic weapon in his hand at Diya, but in the end the foreigner just took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms.

"That's why I hate uncivilized barbarians..."

Diya handed the cigarette forward and said, "Can I borrow a light? Thanks to you, I can't lift my other hand."

Click!

Yang Kaiguo pointed the arrow hidden in his sleeve at Diya and asked, "How many of you came here? How much did you get from the tomb? If you don't want to die, tell me now!"

Diya glanced to the side with his lifeless and dead eyes, sighed, and put the cigarette between his ears.

"Including the four of us, I think most of them are dead."

"I have a talent for predicting other people's fates. Do you think I can predict my own death? Come on, of course I can!"

"Perhaps you think I am here because I have some serious illness. In fact, your intuition is correct. I have severe tuberculosis, but those damn guys always try to lock me up in a weird hospital called Arkham."

"That's not a place to treat tuberculosis..." Dia shrugged and began to fumble for his lighter.

The wrinkles on Yang Kaiguo's weathered and resolute face suddenly came together.

"What's wrong with this guy?"

puff!

A hidden arrow was shot out and pierced into Dia's right hand, which was still able to move.

"Don't talk about things that you are not asked!" Yang Kaiguo said angrily.

Diya shook her head. "What a pity! I'm quite talkative..."

Swish!
Another hidden arrow shot into the foreigner's casually placed right ankle.

"Did you take anything from here?"

"No, there is nothing here. It was the guys from the Directory who came up with this idea on a whim. After all, the burial objects in your territory can be sold at a very high price in some private collections on the black market."

"An organization that calls itself 'evil', which obviously has countless sources of funding, chooses to engage in grave robbing and digging. I think they really have no future." Diya lowered his head and glanced at the wound that was bleeding profusely.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm going to die if I keep going like this! Don't look at me like this, I still have a foundation to manage, and I will use it to help testicular cancer patients all over the world."

Yang Kaiguo was silent for a moment, completely speechless. The man in front of him was obviously a real madman.

"Xiao Xin, finish him off."

"Ah? I..." Yang Jinxin trembled and touched the dagger at his waist.

"Since you've entered this industry, you'll have to adapt yourself eventually. This is the world of extraordinary people. We are different from the big sects outside. Respecting the life of the enemy means disrespecting yourself." Yang Kaiguo patted Yang Jinxin's shoulder and pushed him out.

"Don't worry, this tuberculosis ghost can't move and won't cause any trouble."

"I..." Yang Jinxin's palms were covered with cold sweat, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and the dagger seemed cold and heavy in his palm.

"Murder..." He held his breath and tried to get closer to Dia, and every step seemed hesitant.

The heartbeat was like a drum, beating against the chest, and it seemed as if the entire tomb passage was echoing.

Dia in front of him was defenseless and seemed extremely vulnerable, but Yang Jinxin felt an unfamiliar feeling of suffocation lingering in his throat.

The murderous intent was surging in his mind. He ordered himself to take action again and again in his heart, but the dagger in his hand seemed to be filled with lead and he could not stab forward.

"Ugh!!!" Just as the tip of the knife moved forward slightly, Yang Jinxin felt his stomach churning violently. He bent over and retched, but failed to accomplish anything. He just leaned against the wall and vomited.

Killing people is harder than advanced mathematics...

"Huh——" Dia glanced to the side, disgust clearly revealed on his face.

"Do you know why I set up the foundation? Because I think there are no men in the world. They have no balls, so they have no guts!"

"You don't have any guts either!"

"You don't have **?"

Dia laughed, flicked her ears, threw the cigarette high up, and caught it firmly in her mouth.

He dipped a cigarette in the blood on his chest, and the cigarette lit up miraculously, with smoke rising.

"Go away! There's something wrong with this person!"

Yang Kaiguo pulled Yang Jinxin, who was vomiting non-stop, over and stabbed the dagger in his hand into his heart without thinking.

"Don't be afraid. People are the carriers of will, and blood is the currency of the soul. When the soul hears soothing and peaceful piano music, the blood will burn, wheezing!" Dia clapped his hands with a smile, imitating the sound of rising flames with his mouth.

Crisp applause rang out in the tomb passage, and then - a dark red blood burst out like a meteor, splashing in all directions along with the applause, and heavily stained Yang Kaiguo's body.

Yang Kaiguo looked up in astonishment, but the next moment, with a "whoosh", a fire suddenly rose up around the tomb passage, and the raging flames seemed to gushed out from the blood, surrounding him in an instant.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" Yang Kaiguo struggled and rolled in the flames. The smell of burning quickly spread, and the flames burned his skin. His screams of pain echoed in the damp tomb passage, tearing his heart apart.

Yang Jinxin watched all this in amazement, his mind went blank, and fear wrapped around him like a cold poisonous snake.

A few seconds later, he rushed forward as if waking from a dream, took off his coat tremblingly, and desperately slapped the flames on Yang Kaiguo's body.

The fire could not be put out at all. Yang Kaiguo twisted violently in the flames, his eyes filled with despair and pain. His screams became louder and louder, echoing in Yang Jinxin's ears, almost piercing his sanity.

Yang Jinxin stopped at a loss, his mind in a mess. He clenched his teeth and suddenly thought of a possible solution:

As long as the caster is killed - kill this damned ghost, this strange magic may stop! He turned around and rushed towards Dia almost losing his mind, holding the dagger in both hands, and stabbed Dia's throat fiercely.

However, his arms were weak, and fear and nausea made his movements slow and powerless. The blade rubbed weakly against Dia's throat, cutting it down bit by bit like a saw.

Diya glanced at him, her eyes full of helplessness: "Can you please give me a quick death? If Satan sees you, he will tattoo you."

At this time, Yang Kaiguo's angry roar came from the sea of ​​fire: "Idiot, don't get your hands on his blood!"

However, it was too late. Yang Jinxin nervously increased his strength, and the blade finally pierced Dia's throat. Blood gushed out and sprayed on Yang Jinxin's body, warm and sticky.

At the moment the blood slid down, Yang Jinxin was stunned and murmured, "It's all over..."

Yang Jinxin stood there stupidly, his mind in a mess, and the dagger in his hand had already slipped to the ground.

His hands were covered in blood, hot liquid was sliding down between his fingers, his skin was sticky and cold, mixed with the smell of blood.

After a while, nothing happened and the flames next to it dissipated.

After the flames died down, Yang Kaiguo fell to the ground, his body charred black, large chunks of skin peeling off, he barely supported himself with his hands, and was dying.

Yang Jinxin was completely stunned.

"Hahahaha!" The sudden laughter broke the brief silence.

Dia tilted his head, his dry lips were cracked and even oozing with thin lines of blood, but he didn't care and laughed crazily.

The laughter echoed in the tomb passage, like a sharp blade scraping across the nerves of the Yang Gong School.

"Correct judgment! Correct judgment! Haha, once the blood cools down, the fire will go out - how smart!"

Yang Jinxin's mind was blank. He only knew that the fear he had just felt had not completely faded away, and that he had indeed saved Yang Kaiguo.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Dia stopped smiling and became insane, with a distorted face and bloodshot eyes. "Are you stupid? I'm kidding! When the soul is extremely crazy and exceeds the threshold, what do you think will happen to the blood? "

“Bang—bang—bang!!!”

He clasped his hands together and then suddenly opened them, simulating the sound of a bomb exploding.

“It’ll explode!”

Yang Jinxin's nerves collapsed to the extreme. He began to wipe the blood off his face with his hands like a madman. The more he wiped, the more blood came out, until his skin was torn and bloody, and he could no longer see his original appearance.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was almost on the verge of collapse.

However, after a long time, nothing happened.

Dia stood there, shrugged, and smiled innocently like a child who had succeeded in a prank.

"Haha, I was just pretending, do you believe that?" He had a pleasant face and a gentle smile, and his tone was so soft as if he was chatting, "The blood won't explode~ But..."

"When the soul is sluggish, the blood becomes... extremely corrosive."

"Guess how I feel now?" Dia gave a twisted and morbid smile, like a cat playing with its prey.

Yang Jinxin had been tortured to the point of losing his mind, and there was only one thought left in his mind: kill him!

He gritted his teeth, picked up the dagger again with trembling hands, and pounced on Dia like a madman.

At this moment, there was a sharp pain on my face. The pain was as fine as a needle prick, but it spread violently in an instant.

The stinging pain turned into a burning pain in an instant. Yang Jinxin suddenly covered his face and let out a muffled scream. His skin seemed to be dissolving, and a pungent smell of decay mixed with blood filled the air.

Yang Jinxin curled up on the ground in pain, twitching constantly, and the liquid flowing out from between his fingers had turned into gray-brown pus.

His cheeks looked like they had been splashed with sulfuric acid; the skin peeled off and rotted, revealing dark red muscles and white bones.

Yang Jinxin was unable to stop the spread of corrosion, and finally curled up like a comatose child, gradually losing consciousness in pain.

Dia picked up the card on the ground, and the blood stained it receded from the card as if it had life.

He straightened his clothes and coughed a few times, "I will not die in your hands."

"I am a civilized person and do not advocate violence, so I will save your life. Of course, if you can survive... Hmm... There seems to be something wrong with what I said..."

Blah blah blah!

The cards were flying, spreading in the air in an orderly manner.

Dia spat out the cigarette butt and said unhappily, "I am going to die now and in the future. This shouldn't be the case... There is no one or thing in this world that can kill me... [The List] can't kill me, that group of incompetent British military leaders can't kill me, Isaac Taber (Dean) can't kill me, 'Little King Solomon' can't kill me, even I can't kill me..."

"What could that be?"

Could it be a mysterious power from the East?

Dia was thinking while walking through the complex tomb passage.

After looking around the stone wall for a while, he placed his hand on it and felt that the texture of the stone was not as hard as before.

At this level, you can easily escape by digging upwards.

Dia dug hard with his hands, and bones emerged from the skin and covered the surface of his arms. The sharp bone spurs cut through the soil like blades.

He dug upwards bit by bit, dirt and rocks slid down from above, staining his messy hair and falling on his cheeks which were damp with fatigue and sweat.

I don’t know how long it took, but a faint light appeared ahead.

"out!"

Dia whispered in ecstasy and couldn't help but speed up her hands.

When the last stone was lifted by him, the tomb passage was completely hollowed out and light came in front of him. He couldn't help but jump towards the light excitedly.

Dia stretched out her arms, closed her eyes, and embraced the hard-earned freedom. She felt as if she had broken free from her shackles and seen the light of day again.

free!

However, when the excitement subsided a little, Dia opened his eyes and looked around, only to find that there was still a dark tomb in front of him.

A bonfire burned quietly in the center, and the warm light reflected on the surrounding stone walls.

The stones were neatly raised and pieced together to form a tortoise-shell-shaped stone house. Through the wide gaps in the wall, one could see someone soundly sleeping inside, or perhaps dead.

“This place seems familiar...”

Suddenly, Dia felt three burning gazes directed at him at the same time.

“Uh——” He looked at the three Five Elements spirits on the stone house, clapped his hands, and uttered a deep low groan, “Ah——”

Swish!
Without any hesitation, he made a decision completely based on instinct and quickly fled to the tomb passages on both sides.

Bifang tilted his head slightly, "What are you doing?"

"I'm not sure." Yan Yang lowered his head and continued to flip through the stone carving in his hand.

After a while, Yan Huan rubbed his sleepy eyes and saw a head of beautiful hair falling smoothly in front of his eyes. The white shirt that filled out his chest was rising and falling slightly - Jin Jing Qingming was looking down at him.

Anyone who has had a girlfriend and tried using her lap as a pillow knows that looking from bottom to top is a deadly angle - because when looking from below, the chin will be elongated, the face will appear fatter, and the eyes and mouth will droop, which is extremely unnatural.

But even the tricky angle of death could not conceal the cold beauty of Jin Jing Qingming, like an ice and snow plum.

"It's so heavy, it seems like I'm suffering from sleep paralysis..."

"Hmm?" Yan Huan raised her head slightly from Qingming's knees and saw the little elephant lying on her belly, sleeping soundly. In her scaly hands, she held a Hercules beetle that kept moving its legs.

Yan Huan covered his forehead with one arm and lay back down, his tone slightly weary, "How long have I slept?"

Qingming slowly stood up and said calmly, "It takes less than an incense stick of time."

"That's about it. Nothing happened in the meantime, right?"

"Apart from some wailing and screaming, there was nothing else." Qingming pointed to the entrance of a tomb passage outside the gap, "A foreigner just came here, and his blood is alive."

(End of this chapter)