“Boom…”

There was another sound similar to knocking on the door.

There's something next door!

Zhang Yuanqing quickly replaced the rusty kitchen knife with a rusty short knife, and the wooden stick with a spear.

Carrying his weapon, he ran out of the room with light steps. The moonlight was like frost and the surroundings were silent.

Zhang Yuanqing leaned forward and leaned towards the window secretly.

The paper pasted on the window had long been torn. He squatted under the window, carefully raised his head, and looked inside through a gap in the lattice window.

The cold and frosty moonlight was compressed into beams of light by the holes in the roof, bringing light to this narrow room.

When Zhang Yuanqing saw the scene in the room, his heart skipped a beat.

In the dim and silent room, there were three old coffins, their black paint mottled and their lids covered with dust.

Two mummies were lying beside the coffin, wearing work clothes. A copper awl was rolling down the hand of one of them.

The awl caught Zhang Yuanqing's attention. It was half an arm's length and made of brass. The handle was engraved with spells and carvings and was finely crafted. The key point was that all the weapons were rusted except for it, which was bright yellow without any copper rust.

For no reason, an image suddenly emerged in his mind: a hand of the Goddess of Sandaoshan with her five fingers clasped together as if grasping something.

But my palms are empty.

"Boom..."

The muffled sound was heard again, forcing Zhang Yuanqing to move his gaze to the coffin in the middle.

There was a teeth-grinding "creaking" sound, and the coffin lid slowly slid open.

A dark blue hand reached out and grabbed the edge of the coffin.

Then, a terrifying figure sat up from the coffin.

With the bright moonlight shining through the roof, Zhang Yuanqing could clearly see the appearance of the creature. It was wrapped in ragged clothes, its face was swollen and highly decayed, and its dead eyeballs were bulging outward.

His hair was like dead grass, lying in a mess on his head.

"Hohoho~"

It raised its head towards the moonlight above, exhaled a breath of turbid corpse air, and its two fangs were shocking.

Zombies? Zombies!!

Zhang Yuanqing felt that his Uncle Ying was having a PTSD attack.

It turned out to be a zombie. Yes, it should be a zombie, otherwise what is the point of the consumable item, the Corpse Suppression Talisman? Zhang Yuanqing began to think of retreating. After exploring this step, the information he obtained was enough.

It's time to go back to the main hall.

But at this moment, my shoulders suddenly sank, and a familiar feeling of coldness descended, eroding my body and bringing goose bumps.

At this critical moment, the shoulder-lying ghost came.

Fifteen minutes passed...Zhang Yuanqing's heart sank.

In this ancient temple full of dangers, people are highly nervous and it is difficult to spare the energy to count the time silently. They can only rely on their feelings to guess, which will lead to deviations.

The appearance of the ghost lying on the shoulder was like adding insult to injury, and the next scene was like adding fuel to the fire.

As if smelling the breath of a living person, the zombie sitting in the coffin stopped raising its head, and its bulging eyeballs lowered, looking towards the window, looking at the eyes outside the window that were spying on it.

.......Zhang Yuanqing jumped up with goosebumps all over his body, turned around and ran away.

As soon as he turned around, he heard the loud bang of the coffin lid falling to the ground.

Not daring to look back, he ran with heavy steps, carrying the vengeful spirit on his shoulders.

There was another loud "bang" and the door was knocked away.

While running wildly, Zhang Yuanqing turned his head and saw a hideous figure wrapped in tattered clothes rushing out of the house, leaping forward and chasing after him like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep.

Is this a zombie? Where is it? His face changed drastically, he spun his feet, used inertia to turn around, and stabbed the zombie in the chest.

The butt of the gun was pushed into the ground to form a simple chevaux de frise.

At the same time, he saw a hideous hole in the zombie's chest, as if its heart had been dug out.

Big Brother? Zombie is the Big Brother in the notebook!

The next moment, the zombie rushed over with a spear at its head. The spear, which was as thick as a finger, collapsed into a full moon and then broke with a "click".

Without time to think, Zhang Yuanqing seized the opportunity created by the spear and rolled past the zombie's feet. His nose was filled with the stench of corpse and the sound of a big knife chopping on the ground was heard behind him.

He rolled all the way behind the zombie, bounced his knees, leaped up, and swung the dagger in his hand.

"when!"

The dagger hit the back of the zombie's head, and it was like cutting steel. Apart from cutting off a few strands of dry hair, it did not cause any damage.

Instead, Zhang Yuanqing felt a sharp pain in the palm of his hand from the force transmitted back from the handle of the knife, and the weapon was almost dropped from his hand.

"Skin of copper and bones of iron?"

Zhang Yuanqing was horrified, and then he saw the zombie turn around quickly, raise his hands with sharp black nails, and grab his shoulders.

The pain came immediately.

The sharp black nails pierced his skin, and the bright red blood stained his coat.

The smell of blood stimulated it, and a scarlet light surged from the depths of its bulging eyeballs. The zombie bared its fangs, spewed out a foul-smelling gas, and bit Zhang Yuanqing's neck fiercely.

The purifying effect of the candlelight was still there, and he did not lose his mind because of fear. With a thought, a fluorescent blue inventory appeared, and there was an extra talisman in his hand.

Thump thump thump... The zombies that were ferocious and brutal a moment ago, when they saw the talisman paper, they actually retreated one after another, as if avoiding snakes and scorpions.

It works, it is afraid of me, it has a certain degree of intelligence...Zhang Yuanqing endured the pain from the wounds on his arms, tensed his muscles, stared at the zombies, carried the vengeful spirit on his shoulders, and slowly retreated step by step.

As he retreated, he prayed that the female ghost in the well would not show up and cause trouble.

During this process, the zombie let out a creepy growl from its rotten throat and stared at Zhang Yuanqing with its scarlet eyes.

Fortunately, whether it was because of the zombies or because Zhang Yuanqing was walking backwards, the female ghost in the well did not appear. Zhang Yuanqing exited the East Courtyard and returned to the Siheyuan. He did not dare to stop for a moment and stumbled towards the main hall. When he approached the flying eaves of the main hall, an illusory, shrill scream rang in his ears.

My shoulders felt light, and all negative effects disappeared.

.......

"Huff huff..."

In the main hall, Zhang Yuanqing leaned against the lattice door, gasping for breath, his legs and feet shaking uncontrollably.

This is half out of fear and half a physiological reaction after the adrenaline wears off.

After he rested for a few minutes, the adrenaline wore off and the wounds on his arms began to hurt. He took off his coat and T-shirt with a grimace, only to see that both arms were covered in blood and the blood flowing out was red and black.

Apparently, zombies' nails contain a deadly poison.

The situation suddenly took a turn for the worse.

"There's no disinfectant or tetanus shot here. How quickly will the poison in the corpse take effect? ​​I won't be poisoned to death, will I?"

A series of thoughts flashed through Zhang Yuanqing's mind. He was surprised to find that he was not that scared at all. Then he realized...it had nothing to do with him. It was the courage given by the candle.

He bathed in the candlelight and his emotions gradually calmed down.

"I'm now infected with corpse poison, so I can't delay any longer. Let's just go with the second plan."

Before entering the spiritual realm, Zhang Yuanqing made two plans for himself. The first plan was to carefully explore the mountain temple, master the information, and then seek a way to crack it.

It's a steady and solid approach.

Then, inspired by playing games with his aunt, he looked for patterns and methods and developed a second relatively risky plan.

Try to capture the Red Shoes.

Since they are all props, if he can use the yellow paper talisman, who says the red dancing shoes can’t?

Guan Ya said that if you crack the rules of a rule-based item, there is a certain probability of taming it.

"With my ability, it is unlikely that I can stick the yellow paper talisman on the zombie's forehead by myself."

To stick the talisman paper on the forehead of a ferocious, terrifying but also intelligent evil creature is like a child fighting an adult with a knife. Although the adult is afraid of the blade, it does not mean that the child can really hurt the adult.

Zhang Yuanqing did not delay any longer. He stood up, holding on to the lattice door, stepped over the threshold, and came to the courtyard in front of the main hall.

This is where he first encountered the Red Shoes.

The full moon is like a disk, and there are old houses, wild grass, and swaying tree shadows.

He waited and waited... He stood in the weeds for a long time, alert to changes around him, but the red dancing shoes never appeared.

This pair of shoes seemed to have no fixed territory. At first, they followed him when he entered the temple, then appeared in the courtyard, and now no one knew where they went.

Zhang Yuanqing, whose physical condition became worse the longer he delayed, sighed, turned around helplessly and returned to the main hall.

As soon as he turned around, his body suddenly froze.

“Da da…”

Between him and the main hall, a pair of red dancing shoes emitting a faint red glow were rising and falling, as if an invisible person was wearing them and stepping on the spot.

The footsteps echoed eerily in the empty and silent night.

Could you change the way you appear? It’s always so terrifying... Zhang Yuanqing’s soul, which was almost frightened out, slowly returned to its place and he swallowed quietly.

Although he was looking forward to its appearance, when facing this strange dancing shoe, Zhang Yuanqing still felt that his san value was decreasing uncontrollably...

The red dancing shoes continued to tap their feet in place, their heels hitting the ground, making crisp sounds. The overlapping echoes made the sound seem lonelier and more terrifying.

A fluorescent blue message suddenly popped up in Zhang Yuanqing's field of vision:

Would you like to dance with me? If so, please stand still.

This message appeared next to the red dancing shoes, as if it was talking to itself.

As expected, it asked to dance and threatened to kill if you didn't dance with it. What a nasty pair of shoes... Zhang Yuanqing had no choice but to take a gamble, because he discovered one thing: the red dancing shoes had cut off his escape route.

It appears between Zhang Yuanqing and the main hall.

If he fails in dancing, he will surely die.

Was it a coincidence? Or did the shoe do it on purpose? Did it have wisdom? Zhang Yuanqing gathered his thoughts, calmed his emotions, and visualized his father's appearance in his mind.

At the same time, lift your foot and step forward.

Tap da...it was as if the switch was turned on for this prop. As he stepped, the rhythm of the red dancing shoes rising and falling changed, and he performed a very fast tap movement.

It was tap dance, with a rhythmic and extremely fast speed. The loud "tap" sounds echoed in the silent night sky and in the abandoned ancient temple.

Under the moonlight, among the wild grass, on the cobblestone path, a pair of red dancing shoes danced alone, with an indescribable seductive beauty.

Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes wide, letting his pupils absorb the moonlight, staring at the red dancing shoes. He didn't need to remember them deliberately, he just needed to take in the other person's steps.

At the same time, his heart was beating rapidly like an overloaded engine, his ears were filled with noisy noises, and countless broken images flashed through his mind.

The brain begins to automatically receive information from the outside world, the sound of the wind, the slightly bent posture of the wild grass, the frequency of the swaying leaves of the locust tree in the distance, the posture and frequency of the tapping of red dancing shoes...

The brain that receives the information quickly analyzes and memorizes it.

A few minutes later, the red dancing shoes stopped contentedly, and the left foot stepped back and stood on tiptoe.

This posture looks strange, but if someone wears it, it is a standard kneeling gesture.

Pretty polite... Zhang Yuanqing, who had blood flowing from his nose, muttered to himself, and then saw a sentence appear above the red dancing shoes:

It's your turn!

In a few minutes, it danced hundreds of rhythms, and each pace was different, which is beyond the shorthand ability of ordinary people.

Zhang Yuanqing calmed himself down, took out a small pill from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

Then, his brain fell into a strange state, and the scenes of the past few minutes were replayed frame by frame.

“Da da da da…”

He danced a few rhythms slowly and clumsily, then examined the red dancing shoes carefully.

If the other party's standard is exactly the same materials, then even if he can remember all the rhythms and movements, he will not be able to complete the task.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with it, Zhang Yuanqing felt relieved and began to dance with full concentration.

Tapping, spinning, jumping slightly, crossing left and right feet... He danced very slowly, and his posture was clumsy and ugly. Compared with the smooth and flowing movements of the red dancing shoes, it was simply unbearable to watch.

But slow dance steps can ensure that there are no mistakes.

After seven or eight minutes, Zhang Yuanqing reproduced all the steps of the red dancing shoes and stopped panting.

His nose was filled with warm liquid, which flowed down his lips and jaw, but he didn't bother to wipe it off as he stared at the red dancing shoes.

Whether you can walk out of the spiritual realm alive and whether you can complete the trial successfully.

It depends on now.

Your dancing skills are as bad as ever!

The red dancing shoes popped up this message, and then it turned into a dark red light and dissipated into the night.

Then, Zhang Yuanqing heard a cold voice in his mind:

Ding! You have completed a dance with the Red Shoes. Congratulations on being appreciated by the Red Shoes. However, because your dancing skills are too poor, the Red Shoes will only appreciate you for half an hour. Good luck!

Zhang Yuanqing collapsed to the ground, his face pale and his brain aching.

Half a minute later, the symptoms eased, he sat up with a pale face, and couldn't wait to open the inventory.

In the second compartment, there lay a pair of red, brand new dancing shoes.

Stare at the dancing shoes for a few seconds and the item information will automatically appear.

Name: Red dancing shoes

Type: Footwear

Function: Tracking, hunting

Introduction: Its former owner was a princess of a kingdom in the West. The princess was born beautiful and good at dancing, and all the men in the kingdom were fascinated by her. But her vicious stepmother was jealous of her talent and beauty, and imprisoned her in a high tower. The lonely princess danced alone in the cold moonlight and finally died. This pair of red dancing shoes inherited her will, began to wander, and never stopped dancing alone.

Note 1: Use form 1: Throw the red dancing shoes at the designated target (you can also use the target's blood, hair, skin and other cells as a medium to lock the target), and it will chase the target endlessly. During the chase, it will ignore any physical obstacles, and it cannot escape or destroy the target until the target dies, or dances with it for a dance, and the type of dance is not limited.

Use form 2: Wearing the red dancing shoes can increase agility, improve dodge ability, and run regardless of terrain without spending physical strength. The only thing you need to pay attention to is that you can only wear them for five minutes at a time. If you exceed the time limit, the red dancing shoes will never be taken off, and you will run with them until the end of your life, or your feet are cut off.

Note 2: You won’t dance with me? You’re all dead.

It's a magical artifact... Zhang Yuanqing was very excited after reading the description of the item's properties.

Is this a rule-based prop?

It's ridiculously powerful.

The previous yellow paper talisman and candle had relatively simple item introductions, just a few sentences, but the item information for this pair of red dancing shoes is very long.

From this point alone, we can see the uniqueness of the red dancing shoes.

"It's a pity that you only appreciate me for one hour..."

Zhang Yuanqing noticed the countdown next to the inventory and felt a pang of regret.

If he could possess such a magical weapon, it would play a huge role in reality and in other spiritual realms in the future.

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