Everything in the ancient tomb was shattered in the howling evil energy, revealing its original appearance.

A winding and quiet path, a dilapidated house, a wooden door covered with faded red paper, withered grass roots and dry mosses in the corners...

He was still in the village, still in his original position. The previous trekking through mountains and rivers and passing through tunnels was just an illusion.

After getting rid of the illusion, Zhang Yuanqing turned his head abruptly and looked at the quiet path behind him. A yin energy as thick as ink was surging from the end of the winding path.

The layers upon layers of clouds are surging like thick smoke.

Right in front of the billowing smoke was the little funny boy crying loudly.

He moved his limbs rapidly, crying and crawling at the same time, bursting out with a speed that was not supposed to be possible at his age. Behind him, a thick smoke-like negative energy was chasing him, and it could devour this round and cute little baby spirit at any time.

At this moment, he was extremely dependent on his master, just like a child depends on his parents.

Zhang Yuanqing felt a chill from the bottom of his heart. Every nerve was roaring "Run!", and every muscle was tensed like a conditioned reflex. Adrenaline surged, but it was not to support the body in fighting, but to prevent the body's legs from going weak while running for life.

The spell was broken, but it was still not too late to escape. …Looking at the little idiot about to be swallowed by the "thick smoke", Zhang Yuanqing's face twitched violently.

The next moment, he rushed towards the little funny guy and the negative energy that was like a tsunami.

When he rushed towards this horrible evil spirit, he truly experienced the fear of the little fool. The breath that was blowing in his face, carrying with it an unstoppable force, had already made him, a night-wandering god, terrified before it even arrived.

This is the pressure from those in higher positions on those in lower positions in the same profession.

Just as the Night Walker was restraining the spirit while sprinting rapidly, Zhang Yuanqing shook out the Yin-Yang robe and put it on, summoned the Hou Tu boots, and put them on while running. His steps suddenly became heavy, and each step made a dull thumping sound, which calmed his disordered breath.

After running for another dozen meters, his legs felt weak, his calves were trembling, and his face was as pale as paper.

The closer he got to the evil energy, the more frightened he became, as if he had encountered a natural enemy.

No, I can’t stop… He said to himself in his heart.

Two faint lights emerged, transforming into thug boxing gloves and explosive pistols.

Fuck! What's there to be afraid of? I'll just kill this bitch... The moment he held the two props, this thought suddenly came to Zhang Yuanqing's mind, and he gained great courage from it, and the fear in his heart disappeared.

Thump thump thump!

He finally rushed to the little funny guy, opened his arms, and hugged the little baby spirit that pounced on him tightly in his arms.

It was at this moment that the thick yin energy like ink surged before his eyes. Zhang Yuanqing saw that the rolling black smoke dissipated, revealing a pair of embroidered shoes and a pleated red skirt.

Then he saw the "black smoke" spreading out along the plump and tall chest, like a drawn curtain, revealing the gracefully curved jaw.

Finally, there was a face of stunning beauty. Widow Li at the village head was right. This woman was indeed very pretty, but also very white, so white that it was creepy.

The most terrifying thing is her eyes. Her eye sockets are filled with dark energy and her pupils are blood red like gems.

Zhang Yuanqing's body was shaking violently, his teeth were colliding with each other, making a "cracking" sound, and his face was completely bloodless, as pale as the woman in the red dress in front of him.

But his heart was beating violently, overloaded, and the amplitude of the pumping could be seen through the rise and fall of his chest.

A huge fear exploded in Zhang Yuanqing's heart. This was the most terrifying enemy he had ever faced, except for the King of the Evil Eyes.

The King of Evil Eyes does not have the aura to suppress the Night Wandering God, but the woman in the red dress in front of him is different. When she was alive, she was obviously a powerful Night Wandering God, no, a star official.

Those eyes with dark eye sockets and bloodshot pupils stared at Zhang Yuanqing without any emotion. She slowly raised her hand, and her sleeves slid down, revealing a pale but delicate hand.

The hand grabbed Zhang Yuanqing's neck.

With a bang, Zhang Yuanqing's emotions exploded.

He seemed to have received a great shock and was on the verge of death. The rage in his heart that he wanted to burn himself to death temporarily overwhelmed his fear.

The right boot glowed with a thick, slightly sticky yellow light.

The muscles in his right leg bulged and tore his trouser leg.

Bang!

Zhang Yuanqing lashed out with a whip-kick at the pale hand that was grabbing him.

The pale and delicate hand paused, and slowly turned the palm over.

Bang!

Zhang Yuanqing's whip kick hit the palm of the woman in the red dress, and then her foot was grabbed.

“Crack…”

Zhang Yuanqing heard the sound of bones in his feet breaking.

That hand was apparently delicate and beautiful, yet it possessed incomparable strength. What was even more terrifying was that Hou Tuxie's fatal kick could actually cause that delicate and pale hand to show any sign of shaking.

Invincible, invincible... The thought of "killing her" in Zhang Yuanqing's mind quickly disappeared.

He seemed to have lost his mind, became reckless, and touched his chest with both hands without any regard.

"boom!"

The strong wind and the red flames lifted the princess's skirt and lifted her black hair, while her face was cold and stiff.

Seeing that the shock wave of the explosion could not force the princess back, Zhang Yuanqing cursed in his heart, "Fuck!" The attack of Hou Tu boots could not repel her, why did I think the extraordinary quality gloves could work?

The worst thing is that such delay wastes precious life-saving time.

The princess loosened her feet, and her pale and delicate hands grabbed him again, almost touching his neck.

A layer of white frost quickly formed on Zhang Yuanqing's neck.

At the critical moment, Zhang Yuanqing pressed the drum button on the Elvis speaker and summoned the red dancing shoes at the same time.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The dull, deafening drumbeats tore the eardrums, targeting all spirits and minds, making those who heard it feel terrified and their spirits tremble.

The princess's hand paused imperceptibly. Two flashes of red light covered Zhang Yuanqing's feet. He was dressed, and the next moment, his body collapsed without warning, and he did a split to avoid the princess's hand.

Hearing the drumbeats, the princess's cold and fierce pupils seemed to shrink. Then, her eyes became even more fierce, and protruding black blood vessels appeared on her pale cheeks.

Although his face was stiff, Zhang Yuanqing could clearly feel the rage.

Did the sound of the drums make her violent? No, the sound of the drums didn't have that ability... Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment, then he thought of something.

It’s the Demon Lord!

The Demon Lord had entered this instance before, and he must have brought an Elvis speaker with him. The sound of the drums stimulated the princess, and it seemed to bring back unpleasant memories for her...

Fuck, what did that idiot Demon Lord do to her back then? !

Zhang Yuanqing cursed in his heart.

Under the control of the red dancing shoes, he bounced his legs, jumped up, and ran out of the village.

The red dancing shoes are not subject to the princess's suppression.

Zhang Yuanqing endured the pain in his right foot and hurriedly turned off the drum sound. He looked back and his pupils contracted violently.

The smoky negative energy transformed into a hand bigger than a house and grabbed towards him.

In the palm of his hand was the furious princess.

The palm was like a collapsing building, smashing towards the man and the corpse who were running wildly.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing's spirit immediately split into two and entered the corpse. At the same time, he summoned a human-shaped membrane as thin as a cicada's wing from the inventory.

Perfect human skin!

He threw the prop hard at the Dead Man No. 1 behind him.

The deceased No. 1 (Zhang Yuanqing) took the prop and covered his head with it. The humanoid membrane "melted" into a pool of liquid, covering the deceased No. 1.

The next second, the deceased No. 1 turned into a handsome and energetic young man in his early twenties.

It was Zhang Yuanqing.

This Zhang Yuanqing turned around and fled into a small path on the side, parting ways with the original body.

The giant hand that was overturning seemed to be influenced by some unknown force and solidified in mid-air. After a brief struggle, it chased after Zhang Yuanqing, who had transformed into a corpse.

"Huh...no one is chasing me!"

Sensing the tsunami-like Yin energy chasing after the Yin corpse, Zhang Yuanqing felt a mixture of joy at having escaped death, as well as weakness from excessive emotional exhaustion.

Zhang Yuanqing didn't dare to stop for a moment, and urged the red dancing shoes to rush towards the fields and the back mountain.

He wanted to use the red dancing shoes to ignore the terrain and not have to expend physical energy, so he could run to the ancient tomb in one breath.

The deceased number one can't hold on for long, no, he can't run for long.

It will soon be killed by the princess.

The ancient tomb is the safe refuge, not leaving the village. The princess will definitely chase after you.

Zhang Yuanqing walked on the undulating mountains and large protruding rock walls as if they were flat ground, with the goal being the tunnel he remembered.

Although what he had seen before were all hallucinations, Zhang Yuanqing believed that they were not illusions, but illusions created based on reality.

The reason was simple. He had never been to the ancient tomb, but everything there was so real, from the architecture of the tomb to the burial objects, everything was well-founded, which deceived him.

That bronze mirror was dug out from an ancient tomb. That's what it knew, so it could create such a perfect illusion.

A few minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing arrived at the tunnel in the illusion.

His analysis was correct, the location of the ancient tomb was right here.

"Remove!"

Zhang Yuanqing immediately disabled the red dancing shoes, quickly jumped into the tunnel, and walked along the narrow passage.

The red dancing shoes followed behind with a "tapping" sound, and a message appeared above:

【Would you like to dance with me...】

It looked like it was desperately chasing Zhang Yuanqing and asking him to dance with it.

After walking through the tomb-robbing passage, Zhang Yuanqing jumped into the tomb chamber. He looked around first, and sure enough, he saw the clay sculptures of maids and guards standing at the four corners. Even the cracks and broken limbs were exactly the same as in the environment.

Only then did he feel relieved and sat down on the ground, breathing heavily.

The air in the tomb was a bit stuffy, obviously lacking in oxygen, which was different from the surrounding environment.

"I didn't even notice this detail. Sigh, I lack experience in tomb robbing, so I suffered a great loss...

Zhang Yuanqing thought with a sigh.

“Da da da…”

Red Dancing Shoes jumped into the tomb, came to his side, raised her left foot and kicked him.

【Would you like to dance with me...?】

If the owner does not pay the price within a short period of time, the Red Shoes' favorability towards the owner will decrease, and the owner will be hunted down.

The kick she gave him showed that the Red Shoes no longer loved him.

"I am willing to..."

Zhang Yuanqing stood up helplessly, and endured the severe pain in his feet to finish the dance with Red Dancing Shoes.

He felt that his foot injury was getting worse.

Zhang Yuanqing put away his red dancing shoes, slumped to the ground, and tried not to move his injured right foot.

The reason why he was able to finish tap dancing despite having a comminuted fracture of the bones in his foot was thanks to his boots.

An honest person has good endurance!

Sometimes, the price of an item is actually a kind of ability. Just like just now, the reason why I was able to overcome the fear in my heart and the pressure from those in higher positions was all thanks to the two fire master items, the thug gloves and the explosive pistol.

This laid the foundation for Zhang Yuanqing's subsequent series of operations.

Although this led to some reckless and brainless operations, it was generally beneficial.

Suddenly, an unimaginably strong pressure came from above.

Zhang Yuanqing's heart shuddered and he curled up instinctively, looking up nervously.

The princess is chasing after us.

He watched in fear for a long time, until the pressure hovered above him for a long time and then retreated.

"Gone?" Zhang Yuanqing let out a long breath, then covered his chest with his hands, feeling heartbroken.

"What a pity, we lost a corpse... Using the "cause and effect" property of perfect human skin, and making the corpse a scapegoat, this idea was what Zhang Yuanqing came up with in a flash of inspiration during the crisis just now.

Fu Qingyang was right. The more dangerous the moment, the more potential he could unleash.

Although the perfect human skin is cursed and very deceptive, from a certain perspective, it is an absolute artifact.

"I hope the princess won't take the items away, otherwise I'll really lose a lot of money in this dungeon."

Zhang Yuanqing stood up and looked towards the aisle door and the main tomb.

In the previous illusion, the coffin and the box could not be opened. He wanted to see if these things could be opened in reality.