Chapter 59: Melting Ice

After Luo Binghe fell unconscious, the pressure lost its frightening power, and the blind corpses that had just retreated into the darkness began to stir again, surrounding him with a hissing sound.

Shen Qingqiu held the fallen Luo Binghe in one hand and held the Xiu Ya sword in the other. He swung it violently, and the sword flew out of its sheath, as fast as an arrow. It pierced more than a dozen people in the first round. However, the reflection of the bright sword blade was very strong. The green light of the candle of death was reflected on the sword, which was even more dazzling. The blind corpse had a strong ability to capture light and was fast to dodge. The second time, this trick was useless. Shen Qingqiu had just put the sword back to his waist when several skinny arms reached close to him. One of them even rushed towards Luo Binghe's eyeballs. He threw a palm and delivered a critical hit, which exploded the head of the unruly blind corpse.

However, although the critical strike technique is useful, it cannot be used all the time. The spiritual power consumption is too great, and it will be exhausted soon. In addition, Shen Qingqiu is now back to the spiritual power state of two grids of electricity, and can no longer be carefree like before. After firing more than 20 rounds, he felt a little powerless. The blind corpses pushed and shoved in the tomb passage, and he had to kick them away one by one. Although these monsters are low-level, they can never be defeated. He also had to hold the dazed Luo Binghe in his arms. When he staggered, he didn't hold him tightly, and Luo Binghe's head hit the stone wall again.

There was a "bang" sound, which sounded particularly painful. Shen Qingqiu felt guilty and put his hand on the back of his head. He touched it again and again, and it seemed that there was a big bump. He prayed to Amitabha in his heart, Amitabha, this is a burn and a fall, please don't knock the child stupid!!!

The little ghost was hard to keep. If he continued to stay in this tomb passage full of death candles, he would only attract an endless stream of blind corpses. He changed his posture, carried Luo Binghe's hand on his shoulder, and dragged him forward with big strides. The blind corpse was thrown several feet behind him, but with his rapid breathing, the death candles kept lighting up, illuminating the figures of the two. Although the blind corpse couldn't keep up, he couldn't get rid of it and kept chasing it. Until he passed a small tomb at the corner.

This could also be a preparation room. Inside, coffins were placed in all directions, in a very untidy manner. Some even had their lids flipped over on the ground. It didn't look solemn or dignified at all. Shen Qingqiu hurriedly dragged Luo Binghe in, checking them one by one. Some of them contained withered corpses in strange postures, while others were empty.

The hissing sound outside the tomb was getting closer and closer, casting long and chaotic black shadows on the ground. Shen Qingqiu saw that the situation was critical and jumped into the stone coffin. He wanted to stuff Luo Binghe into another coffin, but there was no time for that. The two of them hugged each other and rolled into the stone coffin together.

Even though there was a soft cushion inside, Shen Qingqiu still fell and saw stars. Luo Binghe was on top, Shen Qingqiu was on the bottom, he was pressed down so hard that he almost couldn't breathe.

What did this child eat to grow up? He looks skinny, but why is he so heavy?

Half of the coffin lid was not closed tightly. Just as Shen Qingqiu was about to reach out to close it, a faint green light flickered outside and several hunched black shadows were projected on the ceiling.

The blind corpse came in.

They slowly approached the tomb chamber, and from time to time there were soft "click" sounds and the creepy sound of sharp nails scraping across the surface of the sarcophagus.

But if there's one place where death candles are definitely not hidden, it's in coffins. As long as there's no light, these blind people can't catch them.

Shen Qingqiu was not in a hurry. He lay on his back with his face up. Luo Binghe pressed his face down on him, his head buried in his shoulder. The heat was transferred to Shen Qingqiu's neck, making him feel uncomfortable.

Even he was uncomfortable, so Luo Binghe would naturally be more uncomfortable. It just so happened that Luo Binghe's hands were cold and his head was hot, so why not use his hands to cool his forehead? Shen Qingqiu thought this was a good idea, and was about to grab Luo Binghe's wrist and lift it up, when suddenly his body froze.

Five bony fingers with unusually long nails appeared above the coffin.

Why is the search so thorough!!! Aren’t blind corpses said to have low IQs!!! People wouldn’t bother with anything that isn’t glowing!!!

Shen Qingqiu suddenly discovered that there was indeed something beside his face emitting a faint red light.

With a sidelong glance, although Luo Binghe's eyes were closed, the Heavenly Demon Seal on his forehead had already appeared, and the red mark on his forehead was clearly extinguishing with his breathing. The red light dimmed and brightened accordingly.

What is this thing! Is it similar to the thing that Ultraman has to dodge at the last moment every time he fights a monster?

Both of his hands were held down by Luo Binghe, and he couldn't pull them out to cover the mark of evil. He turned his head subconsciously, and the corner of his lips pressed against the smooth forehead.

It looks like... it seems a bit like kissing Luo Binghe's forehead. Don't worry about such details, saving your life is the most important thing!

The skinny hand, with dirt stuck in its nails and a few strands of hair tangled in it, slowly reached into the sarcophagus and groped around.

The space inside the coffin was narrow, but the belly was deep. As long as it continued to explore within this range, it would not be able to touch the two people at the bottom of the coffin. But this hand did not stop at all, and it explored deeper and deeper. Shen Qingqiu's heart followed him higher and higher, and when he saw that he was about to touch Luo Binghe's back, he gritted his teeth, pulled out his right hand that was almost numb from being pressed, found a relatively intact place on Luo Binghe's back, and pressed it down.

With this press, Luo Binghe's upper body was completely pressed against him. Originally there was still a gap, but now, the two of them were almost embedded in one ball, chest to chest, lower abdomen to lower abdomen.

Originally, the lower abdomen should be the softest part of the human body, but Shen Qingqiu's stomach was poked by Luo Binghe's lower abdomen. The more he pressed down, the more he was convinced that he must have trained eight abdominal muscles, which were so hard that they hurt people.

Although the hand stopped just a millimeter above Luo Binghe's back, it changed direction and touched the other side.

Seeing that he was about to touch Luo Binghe's calf again, Shen Qingqiu made up his mind and spread his legs, allowing Luo Binghe's left leg to fall between his legs.

The space occupied by two people has been compressed to the minimum, it really can't be any smaller!

The blind corpse trembled and fumbled for a long time, but felt nothing, so he slowly pulled it out.

Only when the blind corpses left the tomb with grumbles of dissatisfaction and wandered away in groups did Shen Qingqiu breathe a sigh of relief.

This posture is too ugly, too unbearable to look at... If someone sticks their head out to look inside, they will definitely think that Shen Qingqiu is holding Luo Binghe tightly and refusing to let go, trying his best to squeeze him into his arms.

He was just about to help Luo Binghe sit up when a voice suddenly rang out from the tomb.

"It's too early to relax now."

The voice sounded old and mocking. Shen Qingqiu immediately grabbed the Xiu Ya Sword, turned over, pressed Luo Binghe down, sat up himself, held the sword in front of him, and was on full alert: "Who!"

The group of blind corpses had long gone, and the tomb was empty, with only cold stone coffins filling the room.

...Don't tell him which coffin contains the corpse again! He just checked it out, and it's almost all dried goods!

The voice continued, "If I don't want you to see it, you won't be able to see it even if you climb across the entire Holy Mausoleum."

After listening to two sentences, Shen Qingqiu found that this voice was very familiar. He had definitely heard it somewhere before. And not just one sentence.

An idea suddenly occurred to him, and he sheathed the sword back into its sheath, saying, "Since you are the dream demon, there is no need to play tricks on me."

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man suddenly appeared in the center of the tomb, dressed in luxurious clothes and with eyes like a hawk.

He sat cross-legged on a stone coffin, looking down at Shen Qingqiu proudly: "You still remember me."

Shen Qingqiu said: "Of course I remember. Since the Dream Demon Senior appeared in front of me, I must be dreaming now."

The Nightmare Demon could only appear in dreams as a ball of black mist before, but now it can take on a human form. It seems that it has recovered quite well with Luo Binghe's body.

Seeing that it was him, Shen Qingqiu felt relieved. The Nightmare Demon was definitely on Luo Binghe's side, and since he showed up, at least he wouldn't harm Luo Binghe.

The Dream Demon snorted, "But the predicament you two are in right now is not a dream."

Shen Qingqiu asked: "Can we ask the Dream Demon Senior to help us enter Luo Binghe's dream and wake him up?"

The dream demon said: "I can't wake him up."

Shen Qingqiu was surprised: "Why?" Could it be that Luo Binghe's brain was burned out?

The dream demon said calmly, "You can't get in. This kid's soul is in chaos, he is in a state of emptiness and fog, and he is in a dream. I have only encountered this kind of situation in the dreams of two types of people. One of them is a person who is seriously ill and dying."

It didn't look like he was going to say anything nice. Shen Qingqiu asked patiently, "The second one?"

"Foolish man."

Shen Qingqiu tightened his grip on the Xiu Ya Sword.

The Dream Demon said to himself, "This kid deserves it. In the past five years, he has wasted his energy during the day to summon souls, and at night he has randomly killed his own dream creations. I have taught him that doing so is tantamount to destroying his own soul, but he ignored me. This day will come sooner or later. In the past seven days, in order to preserve your body, your spiritual power has been depleted, and the magic sword is looking for an opportunity to cause trouble. What's more, he even broke into the Holy Mausoleum and faced the most talented descendant of the Heavenly Demon bloodline in our clan."

Shen Qingqiu's throat was dry. He turned around to look at Luo Binghe who was lying unconscious in the stone coffin and said, "...Senior, you can't wake him up?"

“Nothing can be done.”

Shen Qingqiu clasped his fists at him and quietly lay back in the coffin.

Nightmare: “…”

He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are you doing?"

Shen Qingqiu replied: "Sleep. Wait until you wake up."

The veins on the Dream Demon's forehead popped up: "How dare you ignore me?"

Shen Qingqiu closed his eyes: "Since the seniors have said that there is nothing we can do, of course I can only wait for me to wake up and escort him out."

The dream demon snorted, "The forbidden area of ​​our clan's holy mausoleum is full of dangers, and there are two troublesome characters waiting. You alone cannot protect him."

He is right. Absolutely right.

But now, apart from him, who else can or will protect Luo Binghe?

Shen Qingqiu closed his eyes and sighed: "I have to protect him even if I can't. He is my disciple after all."

Having tricked Luo Binghe for so long, Shen Qingqiu was upset and confused, not knowing exactly what to feel, but one thing was clear: no matter what, Luo Binghe could not be allowed to confess here.

The Dream Demon said coldly: "After so many years, are you finally willing to admit that this boy is your apprentice again?"

Shen Qingqiu agreed: "It has indeed been a long time."

He was waiting for the Nightmare to continue his weird mockery, but the old man suddenly sighed.

He said, "If this kid could wake up and hear what you said, I wonder how happy he would be."

Master, could you please not make every sentence so unlucky?

Shen Qingqiu's face was full of black lines. What do you mean by "if" or "can wake up"? This tone of life and death made him feel even more uneasy, okay!

The Dream Demon suddenly became furious and shouted, "I am obviously this kid's master. How much have I taught him?! Ah?! The ability to reach the sky and the earth, the art of manipulating people's hearts! But he just refuses to call me master, and keeps saying 'senior', 'senior'! You, an ordinary cultivator, only taught him some crude and rough martial arts skills, but he chased after you, crying and shouting, calling you Master! It really makes me mad!"

He had been holding a lot of anger in his heart for a long time, and now seeing these two people lying in the same coffin, he found the scene even more jarring. It made his old eyes go blind, and he was extremely unhappy and complained loudly.

Shen Qingqiu was also unhappy. The swordsmanship of the Cangqiong Mountain School was just a crude combination of fists and kicks?!

He chuckled and said, "I am his life mentor."

System certification, Luo Binghe's outlook on life, world view and values ​​are all influenced by him√

The Nightmare asked, "You knew that, too? Then why were you so cruel to abandon him for so many years?"

Shen Qingqiu choked again. From Luo Binghe's perspective, there seemed to be nothing wrong with this question.

The dream demon blew his beard and glared, saying, "If I had gotten rid of you in the dream without anyone noticing, none of this would have happened today." He walked back and forth on the sarcophagus with his hands behind his back, and said angrily, "This kid was originally a promising and malleable talent, but when he met you, he became so timid, fussy, and crying, and he even pretended to be cold and cruel in front of you! In my opinion, I should either get rid of you or kill you. He is so troublesome, hesitant and hesitant, which makes people angry!!"

Shen Qingqiu really wanted to cover his ears, or sew his mouth shut.

The nightmare is so annoying!!! Is it really okay to tell this to the person himself?

He glanced at Luo Binghe's face sleeping peacefully beside him, and his crying face flashed through his mind for a moment... Uh, he immediately withdrew his gaze, his cheeks seemed a little hot, it must be an illusion!

Shen Qingqiu could no longer bear it: "Senior, can you please let me wake up?"

The Nightmare still had some resentment: "Wake up? Even if you wake up, you don't know how to get out."

Shen Qingqiu: "Of course I know. Please tell me in which direction Luo Binghe broke through the boundary with the Black Moon Python Rhino."

The Nightmare said: "The opened entrance has been closed."

Shen Qingqiu said: "It may not be impossible to open it again."

His eyes fell on the Heart Demon Sword on Luo Binghe's waist. The entrance that had just been opened must still be weak. If he used the Heart Demon Sword to chop it open again, maybe it could be opened again!

The dream demon followed his gaze and understood what was going on, but he didn't care: "I may not be willing to use this sword for you."

Of course he knew this. Shen Qingqiu gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "There is no other way. We have to give it a try."

When he woke up, he was still lying in the sarcophagus, with Luo Binghe lying on top of him, hugging him tightly.

Thank God, that annoying old demon, Nightmare, finally let him out!

Shen Qingqiu was about to sit up when suddenly, his right leg seemed to rub against something, poking the inside of his thigh with a hard sound.

Shen Qingqiu first thought it was the hilt of a sword, and absentmindedly reached out to grab it. As soon as he touched it, a system message suddenly exploded:

【Fun level +1000┏(┏ ^q^)┓~~~Congratulations on achieving the achievement "*Relationship Progress"! ! ! 】

In an instant, Shen Qingqiu froze into a stick of ashes.

"Relationship progress"? What the hell is that?

He looked down again. This "sword handle" was truly an extraordinary thing.

The Pillar of Heaven!!! It’s the Pillar of Heaven!!!

Shen Qingqiu even wanted to kill someone and then commit suicide!

After dancing wildly in the wind for a while, he slapped his face and consoled himself: There is no difference between day and night in the holy mausoleum, maybe it is morning outside now?! This is a normal phenomenon, a normal physiological phenomenon!

It will disappear by itself, right?! Generally speaking, it is like this!

But it seems too pitiful to just leave it alone like this!!!

It's a pity, but there's nothing I can do. I can't help him masturbate in this situation, right? ! ? ! ? !

Pretending not to see it should be forgiven, right? ! ? ! ? !

Right! In the final analysis, a master has no obligation to help his apprentice put out the fire, even if he was the one who caused the fire!!!

Shen Qingqiu pushed Luo Binghe up violently, slapped his palm on his chest, and sent several waves of spiritual power in. Although it was not much, he couldn't output more now, so he could only output as much as he could.

Ignore everything else! Ignore!

After leaving the stone coffin, he dragged Luo Binghe all the way to the "end of the east" pointed by the nightmare demon. After walking for a while, the walls of the tomb passage began to become damp, slippery underfoot, and covered with moss, making it increasingly difficult to stand steadily. Shen Qingqiu slowed down to avoid slipping.

As we continued walking, we saw not only moss, but also weeds and flowers. The tomb passage gradually widened, and trees of varying heights rose from the ground on both sides. The ground was not only slippery, but also tangled with old tree roots, which tripped us from time to time. Insects flew by, and birds chirped. The blue-black ceiling suddenly rose, and the crystal-white stones inlaid on it sparkled and glowed, which looked like a starry sky at first glance.

Although it seemed like they were in a jungle, they did not leave the holy mausoleum, but came to a special tomb chamber inside the mausoleum.

Each tomb in the Holy Mausoleum was designed by the nobles of the Demon Clan during their lifetime. They are all very strange and varied. Just like an apartment, when the residents move in, each of them is given a set of rough-finished houses, and the rest is of course to decorate and arrange the house according to their own preferences. Those who are good at machinery will focus on Qimen Dunjia. Those who are familiar with monsters will raise monsters to guard the mausoleum. Those who are good at herbs will plant poisonous flowers and strange plants.

The owner of this tomb is obviously the last type. Although these trees, flowers and plants look ordinary, Shen Qingqiu definitely doesn't want to get involved with them.

He took off his coat and put it over the two men's heads, then he tightened his hands around Luo Binghe's waist and walked out cautiously.

The grass leaves rustled.

Suddenly, there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air, accompanied by a cold white light.

Shen Qingqiu snapped his left finger, and the Xiu Ya sword on his waist came out of its sheath. With a clang, it crossed with the cold sword that was flying towards him. Before he could deal with it, the second white light came. This time, it was stabbing directly at Luo Binghe's throat. The Xiu Ya sword was blocking the first sword, and he couldn't recall it, let alone throw it away from Luo Binghe. If it touched those flowers and plants, he would be finished!

In a hurry, Shen Qingqiu slightly shifted his body, raised his arm, and grabbed the sword blade with his bare hands.

The sword blade deeply sliced ​​into his palm, but he held it firmly, and it didn't move forward an inch. The blood didn't drip, but splashed, and half of Shen Qingqiu's clothes and the green grass on the ground were instantly covered with a layer of bright red.

He finally realized how painful it was to grab the blade with his bare hands.

Blood dyed Shen Qingqiu's eyes red, he raised his head suddenly, and his pupils shrank.

I never expected that the "little fish" in Tianlangjun's mouth actually referred to these two people.

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