Chapter 053 Mission Failure

Hei Xia Zi moved very quickly. He said that he would not delay the pursuit, and it really took him only five minutes to make a round trip.

When he came down, Zhang Qiling had just found the mechanism to open the door of the tomb. The two of them picked up their things and left the tomb, entering a dark corridor.

There were many arrows scattered on the floor of the corridor, and many arrows had shot into the soil between the gaps between the floor tiles.

There is no doubt that the mechanism of this corridor has been destroyed by Sang Mo, which makes it easier for them to speed up and chase the people.

But until I entered another tomb chamber, this thought seemed to disappear.

The tomb chamber was destroyed by about two-thirds, with a large amount of soil scattered on the ground. In the middle of the soil lay a white-haired rice dumpling, not knowing whether it was dead or alive.

There was a white-haired zongzi lying close to the tomb wall. The coffin in the tomb was broken into pieces and the open space in front of the tomb door was full of spikes.

"He said he wasn't a tomb robber, so there was no need to go to such lengths, but he destroyed the mechanism and killed Zongzi, as if he was solving all the dangers here."

At this point, Hei Xia Zi paused for a moment and then concluded, "He is afraid that these dangers will hurt us."

Zhang Qiling pursed his lips. There was still a faint smell of blood in the air. He walked to the white-haired zongzi in the middle and squatted down. There was a bloody hole on the chest of the white-haired zongzi, and some Qilin blood was still on the edge.

After careful observation, Zhang Qiling discovered that the head of the white-haired zongzi had been cut off by a sharp blade, and there was unicorn blood left on the cut.

His eyes flickered, and for a moment his emotions suddenly became complicated.

Hei Xia Zi also finished checking the other white-haired zongzi. He poked his cheek with the tip of his tongue and made an ambiguous sound.

Sang Mo was indeed afraid that these things would harm them while they were unconscious, so even though he could have left directly through the tunnel, he chose to go deep into the tomb to clear out these dangers.

Hei Xiazi stood up and asked the mute not far away in the darkness, "How did you die when he chose you that time?"

Zhang Qiling also stood up, his free left hand clenched subconsciously, and after a moment he replied: "The mission has expired."

He actually didn't know how Sang Mo died. Was death due to overtime a punishment death or death due to deprivation of life?

But death is always painful.

And it was he who brought this kind of pain to Sang Mo.

"That's better than ending his life with your own hands." Hei Xia Zi had come over at some point. He seemed to understand Zhang Qiling's thoughts and said this in a low and slow voice.

Zhang Qiling was silent.

The black bear was also silent.

Then Zhang Qiling took a step forward and walked towards the open mechanism door. Hei Xiazi took out a cigarette and put it to his lips without lighting it. He bit the cigarette butt and followed him.

Along the way, they passed through four tombs, each of which was damaged to varying degrees, and there were several corpses left behind.

Until we arrived at the main tomb chamber, we found that the damage to this main tomb chamber was the least.

The tomb owner's coffin was still there, but there was no body inside. On the ground, there was a body that looked like a human. Its hands and feet were twisted and broken in strange ways, especially the head above the neck.

There was a pool of dirty black blood and some tiny pieces of flesh, flesh and bones. Only the outline of the face with a weird smile could be seen.

And the arc of this smile was sewn with fine black thread!

Hei Xiazi lit up the cigarette beside his mouth with a snap. "Dumb, do you think it's too late to find a psychiatrist for him now?"

Zhang Qiling shook his head, "I don't know."

Hei Xia Zi exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "This is the Smiling Corpse, a very ferocious Zongzi."

"If the two of us were to encounter this thing, it would probably be a tough battle if we fought alone."

Zhang Qiling didn't say anything.

Hei Xiazi continued: "You are right, I may not be able to beat him."

If it comes to fighting skills alone, the blind man believes that he should be able to beat Sang Mo, but Sang Mo has too many magical and mysterious methods. As long as Sang Mo uses these methods in the battle, he will be defeated quickly and completely.

Zhang Qiling just stared at the Smiling Corpse. The Smiling Corpse was extremely rare. This was the second time he encountered a Smiling Corpse after going through so many tombs.

The conditions for the formation of the Laughing Corpse are also very harsh, as introduced in the relevant records of the Zhang family.

People who are extremely tired will be nailed to death in the coffin after they fall asleep. Because the sleeping people are in an extremely comfortable state, they can't help but smile when they dream.

Then they were buried in the place where the yin energy was the heaviest. They could still breathe through their skin, but because they were in the coffins, they could not absorb oxygen and could only continue to absorb yin energy. The yin energy interacted with the yang energy that was hanging in them before they were buried, and eventually formed a thing that was neither human nor corpse.

After the corpse transforms, it becomes this extremely ferocious smiling corpse.

This is a common method of formation. Another more brutal method is to create a laughing corpse.

It is said that all the immediate family members of the tomb owner were buried with him, with the powerful resentment condensed to transform the body and face of the person while he was still alive.

The seven emotions of joy, anger, worry, thought, sadness, fear and shock are used to create faces with different emotions. Among them, joy is the most ferocious smiling corpse, and the owner of the tomb is usually joy.

The smiling corpse in front of you was created by artificially cutting the face of the corpse, then cutting the mouth open to form a smiling arc, and then sewing it up.

It is just a single Smiling Corpse, without the Seven Emotions Corpse, so its power is naturally greatly reduced.

But as the blind man said, even against a smiling corpse like this, it would be a fierce battle for the two of them to fight alone.

Hei Xiazi's voice floated over, "He is no longer here."

Zhang Qiling said in a deep voice: "Look for it."

Find the mechanism, Sang Mo must have left from here!

...

At this time, Sang Mo was already walking in the dense forest.

[Failed to trigger the mission, punishment is about to begin: pain will be ten times the duration of 60 days; electric shock punishment will be given once! 】

[Host, please be patient, it will be over in a while. 】

[You are really a swindler this time!] 】

Sang Mo was not afraid of electric shock punishment at all, but the electric shock punishment with ten times the pain was a punishment that completely affected his condition!

For the next period of time, he couldn't expect to travel quickly.

The electric shock punishment lasted for five minutes, and it would take at least half an hour to recover the ability to move under ten times the pain. Sang Mo looked around, folded a large banana leaf and spread it on the ground, then lay down on it.

The ground of the primeval forest is covered with rotten leaves and ants and insects are everywhere. Although there is Qilin blood, some ferocious creatures are not afraid of Qilin blood.

Sang Mo lay flat on the banana leaf, white foam soon overflowing from the corners of his mouth, and his whole body twitched uncontrollably, as if he was having an epileptic seizure.

He could clearly feel that his cells and bones were being pierced by electric currents. This was an electric shock punishment with ten times the pain. Even his heart seemed to have lost its stable beating and was filled with tingling pain.

If even the bones can feel the pain, the internal organs will naturally feel even more painful.

A trace of bright red overflowed from the corner of Sang Mo's mouth. He stared at the sky with dead fish eyes. He could only see some blue sky through the tiny gaps between the leaves.

Three minutes left...