Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 59: It’s Better Not to See You Again
"Gudong."
Some hollow sounds pierced the silence.
Under Wang Chen's somewhat surprised eyes, an oval-shaped object was kicked away and bounced twice on the ground.
It turned out to be a skull.
Compared with the strange scene here, a skull was nothing, but Wang Chen was a little wary.
He was very confident in his observation ability, so he was certain that there was definitely no skull .
Where did this thing come from? It was as if it suddenly appeared under my feet and I kicked it.
Then he stopped for unknown reasons.
Because the feeling from the soles of his feet clearly told him that he stepped on something, Wang Chen looked carefully under his feet. It was still a flat ground with nothing on it. However, when the green light of the Qinggang Sword was projected down, there was a slight distortion that would definitely not be noticed inadvertently.
Rubbing the ground with his foot, he was sure there was something there, but he couldn't see anything unusual with the naked eye.
So he squatted down and touched it with his hand.
The tentacle was like a piece of cloth. When he reached out and pulled it, the ground seemed to be opened up, revealing a human skeleton.
"It turns out that the skull was hidden by this thing." Wang Chen looked at his hand again. It was a gray cloak, which looked rough and simple, just like the straw raincoat used by mortals in the village to shelter from the rain.
He squatted down again and looked at the bones carefully, only to see that they were already showing signs of weathering. For cultivators, they were nourished by spiritual energy all year round and took a lot of natural treasures, so their bones were much harder than those of ordinary people, and it would be difficult for them to decay without hundreds of years.
"Is this a mortal? Or a cultivator who died a long time ago?" Wang Chen looked at the cloak in his hand, and with a move of his true power, he saw the cloak disappear right before his eyes. "This is a good thing."
"Wang Chen."
Xiaoyao called out softly, then pointed to the darkness behind him.
"There are people there."
Wang Chen did not answer. He reached out and took the skull, placing it on the head of the skeleton and observing it carefully.
The skeleton is very complete, and there is no problem looking at the bones alone. However, there is no storage ring on the hand bones of the corpse.
But judging from the direction, the skeleton seemed to be trying to crawl out, but obviously failed.
The surrounding black fog felt even colder. Without Xiaoyao's reminder, he could feel that there was a pair of eyes in the black fog, and their gaze seemed to penetrate the thick miasma and see his appearance clearly.
From a pile of weathered cloth scraps, Wang Chen took out a storage bag, shook off the dust on it, and casually put it in his belt.
Use a storage ring to store these bones.
Wang Chen stood up.
The chilly wind brings soul-freezing air, and inhaling it into the lungs makes one feel inexplicably refreshed.
The darkness seemed to be able to swallow up the light, the cave was quiet and empty, and he had an illusion that time was going backwards.
It was as if he was swimming like a fish in the water, passing through the darkness and finally coming in front of Yin Shiyu.
A familiar feeling was stirring in his chest. Recalling the battle with Yin Shiyu, he suddenly suspected that this inexplicable excitement was a kind of unfulfilled desire.
Apparently Yin Shiyu thought so too.
Since you are unwilling to accept it, I don't mind letting you die again.
Wang Chen, who had been expressionless and compared himself to prey since entering the cave, now had a long-lost smile on his face.
Because he had a really great idea.
Wang Chen began to put on his clothes, his movements still calm.
Even if it is a continuation of that battle, it is just the defeated enemies behind me who are looking for me unwillingly. Why should I be afraid?
White, blue, silver-rimmed, one after another. These luxurious clothes were taken out of Murong Xumu's ring, and they were not ordinary things. He put on many pieces in a row, like a guy who was frozen by extreme cold and shivering and couldn't wait to grab the warmth.
Unfortunately, a hat is missing.
There were ten fire thunderbolts obtained from Murong Xumu's lock ring. In order to take Yin Shiyu's life, he used four of them, leaving six.
He wanted to keep one, but Wang Chen still happily went all in.
He placed six fire thunderbolts on the ground, wrapped them with his true energy, and then covered them with the strange cloak. Immediately, the six fire thunderbolts disappeared on the spot.
There was also clothing in the storage ring, a luxurious black piece of clothing, which was obtained from Yin Shiyu's lock ring.
Originally, Wang Chen covered it on his cloak, but after thinking about it, he put the clothes under his feet.
It was a perfect position. It would not affect the power of the explosion because it was covering the fire thunderbolt, but it could also attract people who were interested in the clothes to take a step forward.
He was certain that Yin Shiyu was very interested in this piece of clothing, because he must be very cold and had not put on any clothes yet, and he had already packed up all the spare clothes he had.
Then, Wang Chen walked forward and turned around to a place where he could vaguely see the perfect trap.
What was sensed faster than the figure was a pair of resentful eyes, as if piercing through the boundless darkness.
Experts are always very sensitive to line of sight, and the two pairs of eyes met again after a short while.
Then, a broken figure with shocking wounds all over his body and his chest almost pierced slowly walked out.
If Wang Chen had not seen it with his own eyes, it would still be difficult for him to accept that Yin Shi Yuzhen had revived himself with a broken body.
Moreover, beside him, there were four tall ghost kings floating, which were surprisingly similar to the ones on the prophecy stone tablet.
There was no sluggishness in Yin Shiyu's demeanor as he walked, and with the four ghost kings surrounding him, his aura was far greater than when he first appeared in a chariot made of exotic beasts.
"This guy seems like a different person." This thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and then Wang Chen inexplicably felt that his guess was correct.
It was as if Yin Shiyu was staring at him with a resentful look, his body surrounded by black mist, but he couldn't help but reach out his hand to grab the dark and gorgeous brocade robe through the air.
"What is the main purpose of clothes?"
Wang Chen was once curious about this question.
"From the most primitive form of clothing, it is probably used to keep warm and to cover up one's modesty, about 50-50."
A spark of fire bloomed under Yin Shiyu's invisible feet, at the exact same time as he lifted up his charred foot...
Even as the prey, Wang Chen still calculated very accurately, just like when he set a perfect trap:
"First, if he cannot retreat from here, then even if Master Yin Yu does not die in the violent explosion, he can only retreat and touch the taboos of this place."
"Secondly, if there is something here that cannot be alarmed, then the center of the explosion is the first place that this unknown existence will focus on after being alarmed. It is extremely dangerous."
"Third, the best ending is that the first two guesses are wrong, and I ask you to turn into beautiful dust in the fireworks, and never see you again."
Whether a person can step into the same river twice is a philosophical proposition.
"But whether a person will trip over the same rope twice is a question of intelligence."
