The mottled and old walls, fluorescent stone emitted a dim yellow light, casting a hazy light over the originally extremely dark and wide hall.

In this dimly lit hall, the red wooden coffin looked particularly charming.

In this way, Seinfeld walked down the narrow aisle left between the coffins towards the stone door across the hall.

After the wooden coffins on both sides were padded to the stools, they were almost as high as Seinfeld's chest, and all Seinfeld's attention was on the wooden coffins on both sides, for fear that something would suddenly burst out of it.

Walking into the passageway, Seinfeld quickly walked between the two nearest coffins, one with a half-open lid and the other with a very tight lid.

Along the edge of the coffin, Seinfeld subconsciously cast his gaze towards the half-open and half-hidden inside of the coffin.

It's a dried corpse.

The clothes of the dried corpse have been dried into pieces, and it is impossible to tell which era it is wearing.

The whole body looked shriveled due to dehydration, and the flesh on the whole body was tangled together, showing an earthy yellow color like dry and hard earth.

The hair fell out completely, and the cheeks sank deep in, and it was impossible to see the expression.

But the thin layer of hair on its body aroused Seinfeld's alarm.

The hair is very fine, very short, and a white layer covers the whole body, if it weren't for Seinfeld's good sight and close proximity, it would really not be easy to find in this dimly lit environment.

Dried corpses and hair, this kind of thing, unheard of in his previous life, Song Fei had never heard of in his previous life, there is a high probability that it is something that violates science, and it violates science, so there is a link between nature and the supernatural.

This layer of hair is not normal.

Of course, Seinfeld doesn't have time to experiment at the moment, what kind of experimental effect will appear if this hair is roasted over fire.

Another thing that caught Seinfeld's attention was the nails of the dried corpse. Since the dried corpses are dehydrated and shriveled, why can they still grow nails two or three centimeters long, and looking at the texture of the dark nails, you don't need to look closely, it also gives people a feeling that can be compared to steel.

Seinfeld checked all the positions of the corpse facing upwards, and found no evil stone inlays, which was a little relieved.

Then, Seinfeld swung out his palm and slammed it the half-covered coffin lid, and with a "boom", the coffin lid was struck forward by Seinfeld's palm, and the half-open coffin lid was quickly closed.

Then, Seinfeld walked past the coffin with the lid closed.

"Shhhh Whoops. ”

A shrill sound like fingernails rubbing against a wooden plank suddenly sounded from behind him, and it was very strange in this dead silence in the hall.

Seinfeld was startled and turned back suddenly, and the moment he turned his head, the originally piercing voice suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Seinfeld sneered: "Pretend to be a ghost with me? ”

Seinfeld turned his head, and sure enough, the sound of piercing nails and the friction of wooden boards sounded again.

Seinfeld sneered, but walked through the wooden coffin in front of him without looking back, this time, Seinfeld was only guarding against whether the contents of the coffin would come out to attack, and as for the waste of time and physical strength such as closing the lid of the coffin, he would not do it again.

"Shhhh Whoops. ”

Not only the coffin that was originally covered with the lid, but even some of the wooden coffins that were originally densely covered, since Seinfeld passed, there was also a piercing grinding sound.

Seinfeld ignored all of them, burying his head in the road, walking very fast, and in less than a minute, he crossed the entire hall and came to the huge stone gate opposite.

This time it passed smoothly, beyond Seinfeld's imagination, originally thought that there would be a big battle with these guys in the coffin, but he didn't expect that in addition to making strange noises to scare himself, he turned out to be a thief with a thief's heart but not a thief's guts.

Glancing back at the group of coffins, as expected, the moment Seinfeld turned his head, all the sounds stopped abruptly.

"Hmph, hmph. Seinfeld sneered and turned his head to enter the stone gate.

Just as Seinfeld turned his head, a white shadow suddenly stood in front of him, and the sudden appearance of the white shadow made Seinfeld's eyes jump straight and his heart screamed.

This white shadow turned out to be a corpse in a white robe.

The corpse was standing right behind the stone gate, and Seinfeld almost hit it as he turned through it.

The corpse appeared to be very tall, about 1.9 meters tall, and a burly figure that matched its height. Compared to the dried corpses that Seinfeld saw in the wooden coffin just now, this corpse is much better than those dried corpses, although his flesh is sallow, but it is not as shriveled as other dried corpses, at least his appearance before his death is vivid at this moment.

This corpse did not have the black, long, hard nails of those dry corpses, and the nails on his hands were the same as those of ordinary people, except that in his hands, he held an iron sword as huge as a machete.

Unlike other dried corpses, the hair on this corpse was obviously longer than that of the dried corpse, and the yellow hair was thick on its body, including its face, like a giant monkey.

Seinfeld didn't want to bother and immediately walked past the white corpse.

Just when Song Fei moved, he didn't expect the white corpse to also move, and the seemingly bulky huge long sword in his hand was as fast as an ordinary long sword in his hand, and he slashed at Song Fei.

If this sword is killed, Seinfeld will probably be cut alive.

Fortunately, when Seinfeld turned the corner, he also paid most of his attention to his body, and just as he drew his sword, Seinfeld's body had already floated up, and he could dodge the fatal blow, but his body was forced back into the hall.

The sword qi brought up by the giant sword did not hit Seinfeld, and slashed towards the group of wooden coffins behind him.

Immediately after, Seinfeld saw a wooden coffin being smashed to pieces under the bombardment of sword qi. A dried corpse in the hall was directly cut in half by the sharp sword qi along the top of the head.

Then, the white corpse saw Seinfeld retreat into the hall, put his sword horizontally, and stood in the middle of the stone door.

Song Fei was shocked in his heart, seeing that the strength of this sword qi was even a little stronger than the power of Qin Shihu's sword qi, even if it was not innate, it was not far from innate. There is almost one foot in the innate step.

Seinfeld retreated, intending to go up and fight him.

"Bang bang. ”

Suddenly, Seinfeld heard the wooden coffin in the hall and suddenly trembled violently. It was as if someone was inside the coffin, banging on the coffin.

The sound of the beating did not last long, and suddenly the lid of a large mahogany coffin was knocked away, and then Seinfeld saw that an earthy yellow dried corpse sat up straight from the coffin, and then twisted his skull, and pointed the earthy yellow eye hole without eyeballs at Seinfeld.

Immediately after, the dry corpse jumped up slightly, jumped out of the coffin, and fell to the ground, the long dark nails on its fingers instantly opened like the claws of a wild beast, and then jumped lightly, and flew in the direction where Seinfeld was standing.

"Bastard, I crawled out anyway. Seinfeld scolded secretly, having to deal with this little guy first.

At the same time, the rest of the coffin lids were opened from time to time, and more and more dried corpses sat up from the red wooden coffin, aiming the hollow eye holes in Seinfeld's direction.

Seinfeld sneered when he saw the first dried corpse to pounce, raised the long sword in his hand without the slightest politeness, and after dodging the flying corpse, he stabbed him in the chest like a thunderbolt.

Although the dry corpse was hard, it couldn't stop Seinfeld's long sword, which was full of true qi, and the long sword pierced through the chest of the dry corpse and peeked out from behind him.

Then, instead of falling down from being stabbed in the heart, the corpse seemed to be unaffected, picked up the claws in his hand, and grabbed at Seinfeld's side face again.

The movement of the dried corpse was even faster than the skeleton just now, Seinfeld hurriedly turned his face sideways, took advantage of the situation to draw his long sword, bowed slightly, dodged the claws of the dried corpse, and then kicked the knee joint of the left foot of the dried corpse, intending to break its joint.

Then the strength of the dry corpse's body was beyond Seinfeld's expectations, this kick, if it was on the rock, could leave a small stone hole in the rock, and at this moment, stepping between the joints of the dry corpse only made the dry corpse stumble, and there was no knee joint fracture, or calf fracture or anything like that.

The dry corpse staggered for a moment, then quickly turned around and grabbed at Seinfeld.

The toughness of the body is comparable to steel.

Seinfeld was shocked, knowing that in the face of such a dried corpse, he could only use a long sword to win.

The battle with this dried corpse, as long as it sounds, actually took place between lightning and flint. At this moment, more and more dried corpses have sat up or jumped out of the coffin.

"You must find out the weakness of the dried corpse, otherwise once you are surrounded by this kind of monster, the consequences will be unimaginable. ”

This kind of dry corpse that is not afraid of swords and slashing, let alone fists and feet, and has great strength, if they surround it, I am afraid that it will be easy to be caught to death by their claws.

The strength of the body is so terrifying, and the claws, which look very sharp, how hard should they be, Seinfeld doesn't dare to try it himself.

Before the many corpses could surround him, after Seinfeld pulled out his long sword, he immediately stepped behind the cadavers, and between the sword light caves, Seinfeld cut off the legs of the corpses with a single sword.

After the dry corpse lost its legs, it still supported the ground with its waist, intending to fly over and attack again.

Seinfeld's sword light flashed again, and after the two swords, both arms flew out in unison. Then there was another sword, and the head of the dried corpse flew up.

"It's too late. Seinfeld was still observing the head, and then continued to divide the upper body of the remaining dried corpses, but at this moment, an army of dried corpses finally flew over, and Seinfeld had no choice but to use the catkins body technique and retreat towards the hall.

While retreating, he finally saw the head of the dried corpse fall to the ground, rolling around a few times and remaining motionless.

"The skull is not the point. ”

The dried corpse that had lost its head and limbs, and its body was still wriggling on the ground like a leech, Seinfeld's eyes jumped, and he was in his stomach.

Oh my god. With such a big belly, how to look for weaknesses. Looking at more and more hairy and terrifying dried corpses flying towards him, Seinfeld only felt a tingling in his scalp.