Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 15: Coffin and White Clothes
There was the faint ringing of silver bells in my ears , a staggering figure in my eyes, and a weak light.
The snow is still falling.
After walking out for a while, a frozen river appeared in front of us. The natural and harmonious ups and downs of the waves vaguely reminded us of the river's original surging magnificence.
The heavy footsteps of the corpse puppet made a heavy sound on the ice.
After walking for a while, he turned around mechanically and walked into the cave where the river was flowing.
The temperature in the cave is better than the biting cold wind outside.
The terrain in this cave where a river was originally rushing was actually quite complex.
However, Wang Chen was still able to remember the road clearly.
Because as a hunter, identifying directions in the jungle is a basic skill.
The cold, stalactite-covered and weathered cave walls were like two clasped hands, making the light in the corpse puppet's hands brighter, so that Wang Chen could occasionally see fish frozen in the river.
This place is like a natural refrigerator. If you can't find food one day, you can come here, break the ice, take out the frozen fish, and easily survive the winter.
After walking inside for a while, traces of artificial excavation appeared on both sides of the cave. A pair of thick and regular fine iron covered with rust appeared symmetrically on the left and right rock walls.
These thick pieces of fine iron, like railroad tracks nailed to the rock wall, extended out in a stair-like manner. When it was close to the top of the cave, Wang Chen noticed that on both sides of the cave wall, coffins were neatly and symmetrically placed. They had long been weathered beyond recognition due to the erosion of water vapor and the river wind brought by the flow of river water.
It looks like this is a secret tomb.
Following the corpse puppet forward, they soon arrived under the coffin.
In the jungle, hunters encounter accidents every day, either failing to catch their prey or being killed by lost beasts.
Wang Chen once had a good friend in Huangpo Village. Unfortunately, he accidentally encountered a strange beast, the Iron-back Bear, and was torn to pieces. It was Wang Chen who picked him up, mended him, and buried him.
He was used to seeing life and death, and the coffin did not bring him any fear.
However, the end of these coffins did make him feel a little weird.
There are a total of forty-nine coffins extending out in neat and symmetrical patterns.
Wang Chen counted them clearly.
And at the end, on the left, there is a ruby-like coffin, emitting a dim red light but bringing no warmth.
On the right, there was a white jade coffin. The lid of the coffin had slipped to the side, which meant that the entire coffin was open.
"Has the tomb been robbed?" He was secretly alert while carefully noting the road. He had already extended a hunting dagger in his hand, leaving a deep mark on a stalactite.
This action left a barely audible sound, but the corpse puppet seemed to sense something and suddenly stopped moving, then slowly turned around.
Wang Chen originally thought that it was his voice that alarmed the corpse puppet, but he did not expect that a faint green light would appear on the cave wall not far behind him.
Wang Chen gripped the scimitar tighter in his hand and looked sideways, only to see a woman in loose white clothes standing at the wall of the cave with her back to him and her black hair hanging down to her waist.
Wang Chen's pupils shrank slightly, and while he secretly cried out in alarm, the corpse puppet suddenly and slowly knelt down in front of the woman.
The corpse puppet's stiff bones made a creaking sound that made one's teeth ache, as if even after being dead for countless years, it was unable to get rid of the deep fear that was engraved deep in its instincts.
At the same time, the woman slowly turned around.
Wang Chen ran away immediately, not at all curious about what she looked like.
What a joke, he is just a hunter, not a demon hunter!
He had no idea what this well-dressed woman was, but the chill that seemed to pierce his soul gave him a hunch that if only the woman turned around , he would stay here forever.
This branch cave was very steep and covered with a thick layer of ice. He was not careful and slipped and slid down.
He lowered his head, protected his chest with his hands, and brought his feet back together.
Without a light source, he could not feel any existence. Only the wind rushing past his ears made him feel that he was sliding down at lightning speed.
Wang Chen thought this was not a bad thing.
At least it's fast.
Finally, like a small stream merging into a big river, he finally slid to the bottom. The unwilling friction caused by inertia made a rustling sound, and he flew far away. Finally, he stepped on a piece of solid ice and stopped.
His first reaction after stopping was to listen carefully. Wang Chen heard silence and his heart relaxed a little. Then he felt a burning pain in his body. He stood up and looked around.
This dark place is filled with all kinds of icicles, and I don't know whether they are insects or minerals, but they emit a bright green light.
"Silent, no wind... Is this a dead end?" He looked up subconsciously, and could faintly see the drifting snow above his head.
"At least this is not the cave we were in just now, so the woman shouldn't chase us. But the most urgent thing is to find a place to stay. It's too cold here, even colder than in the snow." Wang Chen thought secretly and walked forward.
At this time, Xiaoyao looked ahead with a serious expression and said, "Wang Chen, you have little experience in traveling. In the cultivation world, ordinary hunter warriors dare not go too far away from where they live. They usually travel along official roads when they travel long distances. Do you know why?"
She continued, "Human settlements have always been developed and cleared by our ancestors, so the surrounding areas are relatively safe. Even if there are some strange creatures, they are ordinary wild animals, such as Huangpo Village."
"But the situation is not certain in the deep wilderness. It is very likely that there will be some strange beasts and ghosts that have achieved great success in cultivation. Some of them can even breathe fire and control electricity, and can compete with cultivators."
"Have you ever thought that cultivators often fly in the air to avoid unnecessary troubles? You have walked for so many days, how far must you have walked? I am afraid it is very dangerous here."
"You're just saying it now!" Wang Chen's eyes widened with anger: "You didn't say anything when I left with that zombie just now?"
As he walked, he moved closer to the wall on one side of the canyon.
Looking closer at the canyon walls, they were smooth and covered with a thick layer of ice.
I only saw a faint fluorescence at the junction of the ice wall and the ground, but I couldn't see anything glowing, just like a layer of glowing powder.
He looked up again and saw his figure reflected in the smooth ice wall, which was dark green and looked quite strange.
"There seems to be something?"
Wang Chen put his head close to the ice wall and tried his best to look inside.
The sight penetrated the crystal ice wall, and it seemed that there was a dark mass inside the wall, vaguely like a human figure.
"What is this?" Wang Chen became suspicious, and his eyes focused on the black shadow.
"Human figure? Someone froze to death in there?" Wang Chen was stunned. Just as he was about to carefully check whether he was dazzled and saw the stone in the ice as a human figure, he saw the human figure suddenly opened his eyes.
"Is it a corpse puppet?" Wang Chen recognized this mummy-like monster.
The sound of dry bones rubbing against each other suddenly rang out in the silent canyon.
A withered figure slowly stood up. Wang Chen stretched out his hand and silently grasped the scimitar in his hand. Zombies are creatures at the bottom of the survival crisis in the wild.
He didn't think that this slow-moving thing could cause him much trouble, which was why he followed the corpse puppet in search of opportunities.
The scimitar flashed coldly, and Wang Chen walked towards the corpse puppet.
With a tremor of "hum", a cold light flew out from the puppet's hand. Wang Chen's pupils shrank, and he instinctively jumped back and fell to the ground.
There was a loud "boom" that hurt my eardrums.
The huge block of ice that served as a shelter, along with the place where he had just stood, was blown to pieces, and large pieces of ice chips flew up and fell down with a clatter, like an icy rain.
"What the hell, is this throwing a grenade?" Wang Chen found that he had underestimated the ability of the corpse puppet.
These corpse puppets are transformed by cultivators. They can use the magic spells they learned before death and are far stronger than ordinary zombies!
He stood up suddenly, but only heard a soft humming sound from among the icy rain. In the white icy mist, a rusty immortal sword was spinning and slashing towards him like an out-of-control kite.
Holding the dagger in reverse, Wang Chen kicked his feet hard, and the soles of his feet made an unwilling friction sound against the ice. He dodged the slashing attack by turning sideways and rushed towards the corpse puppet again.
In the blink of an eye, he was about to pass by the corpse puppet. He could even see the broken ice mixed with brown corpse fluid hanging from the rotten body.
Seeing Wang Chen rushing over, the corpse puppet turned around with a cold and rotten face, its eyes burning with a long green light, and raised its hand stiffly.
Then he heard the sound of wind behind him, and the flying sword turned in the air, spun towards him, and was behind Wang Chen in the blink of an eye.
The sharp weapon behind him was about to hit him in an instant. At this moment of life and death, he bent his knees and leaned back as hard as he could.
There was a rustling sound on the ground. Using the force of inertia, Wang Chen flipped over and jumped. The hunting dagger flashed with a cold light and slashed towards the neck of the corpse puppet.
"Do you really think that I am the best swordsman in Huangpo and I got the title for nothing?"
Ding! The sharp scimitar did not cut off the dry head with ease, but it was like hitting metal, sending a huge recoil force.
The bones of this corpse puppet are so hard? !
His sight was spinning, but he clearly saw the swirling immortal sword fall into the hands of the corpse puppet again.
Wang Chen landed on the ground, then ran away without saying a word.
