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

A winding and secluded path, dilapidated and desolate houses, faded and blackened red paper pasted on wooden doors, withered grass roots and dried moss in the corners of the walls...

He was still in the village, still in the original location. The previous mountain climbing and traversing through the tomb tunnels were just an illusion.

After breaking free from the illusion, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly turned his head and looked at the secluded path behind him. A thick, ink-like yin energy was surging from the end of the winding path.

Layers upon layers of churning, like thick smoke.

Right in front of the rolling smoke was the wailing Little Doubi.

He moved his limbs quickly, crying and crawling, displaying a speed that shouldn't belong to his age. The smoke-like yin energy chased after him, threatening to devour this chubby and adorable little infant spirit at any moment.

At this moment, he relied on his master immensely, just like a child relying on their parents.

Zhang Yuanqing felt a chill from the bottom of his heart. Every nerve was roaring "Run!", and every muscle was reflexively tensed. Adrenaline surged, but not to support his body in battle, but to prevent his legs from weakening when fleeing.

The charm was broken, and there's still time to escape... Zhang Yuanqing's face twitched fiercely as he watched Little Doubi being swallowed by the "smoke".

In the next moment, he gritted his teeth and charged towards Little Doubi, towards the tsunami-like yin energy.

As he charged towards this terrifying yin energy, he truly understood Little Doubi's fear. The overwhelming aura carried an unstoppable force. Even before it arrived, it made him, as a Night Wanderer, terrified.

This was the pressure of a high-ranking member on a low-ranking member of the same profession.

Just like how Night Wanderers restrain spiritual bodies, Zhang Yuanqing quickly unfolded the Yin-Yang Robe, put it on, and summoned the Houtu Boots, putting them on while running. His steps suddenly became heavy, each step making a dull thud, and his disordered aura calmed down.

After running for another dozen meters, his legs went weak, his calf muscles cramped, and his face was as pale as paper.

The closer he got to the yin energy, the more afraid he became, as if encountering a natural enemy.

No, I can't stop... he told himself in his heart.

Two faint lights appeared, transforming into the Thug Gloves and Burst Pistol.

Fuck! What's there to be afraid of? A man dies with his balls facing the sky, I'll fuck this bitch to death... The moment he grasped the two items, this thought suddenly arose in Zhang Yuanqing's mind, and he gained great courage from it, dispelling the fear in his heart.

Thump, thump, thump!

He finally rushed to Little Doubi, opened his arms, and tightly embraced the little infant spirit that was rushing towards him.

At this moment, the thick, ink-like yin energy surged before him. Zhang Yuanqing saw the rolling black smoke disperse, revealing a pair of embroidered shoes and a pleated red skirt.

Then, he saw the "black smoke" spread out against her full and towering breasts, like a curtain being drawn, revealing a beautifully curved jawline.

Finally, there was an exquisitely beautiful face. Li the widow at the village entrance was right, this woman was indeed beautiful, but she was also very pale, eerily pale.

Si Lu Ke

And the most terrifying thing was her eyes. Her eye sockets were filled with pitch-black energy, and her pupils were blood-red like gemstones.

Zhang Yuanqing's body trembled violently, his teeth clattering against each other, making a "ka ka" sound. His face was completely devoid of color, just as pale as the red-skirted woman in front of him.

But his heart was beating violently, beyond its limit, the pumping so strong that it could be seen through the rise and fall of his chest.

Immense fear exploded in Zhang Yuanqing's heart. This was the most terrifying enemy he had ever faced, except for the Demon Eye Heavenly King.

The Demon Eye Heavenly King did not possess the aura to suppress Night Wanderers, but the red-skirted woman in front of him was different. In life, she was obviously a powerful Night Wanderer, no, a Star Official.

Those eyes with pitch-black sockets and blood-red pupils stared at Zhang Yuanqing without any emotion. She slowly raised her hand, her sleeve sliding down, revealing a pale but delicate hand.

This hand reached for Zhang Yuanqing's neck.

With a bang, Zhang Yuanqing's emotions exploded.

As if he had been greatly stimulated, the anger of burning everything down, under the imminent threat of death, briefly suppressed the fear.

The boot on his right foot lit up with a thick, slightly viscous yellow light.

The muscles in his right leg bulged, tearing his trouser leg.

Snap!

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

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

Snap!

Zhang Yuanqing's whip kick happened to land on the red-skirted woman's palm. Then, his foot was gripped.

"Crack..."

Zhang Yuanqing heard the sound of the bones in his foot shattering.

The hand was clearly delicate and beautiful, but it possessed unparalleled power. Even more terrifying was that the deadly kick of the Houtu Boots could not cause the delicate, pale hand to waver in the slightest.

Invincible, invincible... The thought of "fuck her to death" in Zhang Yuanqing's heart quickly died out.

He seemed to have lost his mind, becoming reckless, and slammed his hands together in front of his chest regardless.

"Boom!"

A strong wind and crimson flames raised the county princess's skirt and lifted her black hair, but her face was cold and stiff.

Seeing that the shockwave of the explosion could not push back the county princess, Zhang Yuanqing cursed in his heart, "Damn it!" The attack of the Houtu Boots could not repel her, why did I think the Extraordinary quality gloves would work?

The worst thing was that this delay wasted his precious life-saving time.

The county princess released his foot, and her pale, delicate hand grabbed again, almost touching his neck.

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

In the nick of time, Zhang Yuanqing pressed the drum button on the King Cat Speaker and summoned the Red Dancing Shoes.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The dull, deafening drum sound tore through eardrums, targeting all spiritual bodies and minds, causing fear and mental shock to those who heard it.

The county princess's hand paused imperceptibly. The two red lights covered Zhang Yuanqing's feet, and he finished putting them on. The next moment, his body collapsed without warning, avoiding the county princess's hand with a split.

Hearing the drum sound, the county princess's cold and fierce pupils seemed to shrink. Then, her eyes became even more fierce, and protruding black blood vessels crawled onto her pale cheeks.

Although her face was stiff, Zhang Yuanqing clearly felt the burst of rage.

The drum sound made her manic? No, the drum sound doesn't have this ability... Zhang Yuanqing was stunned at first, and then he thought of something.

It was the Demon Lord!

The Demon Lord also entered this dungeon back then. At that time, he must have also carried the King Cat Speaker. The drum sound stimulated the county princess, and seemed to have aroused unpleasant memories for her...

Damn it, 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 up and ran wildly towards the outside of the village.

The Red Dancing Shoes were not suppressed by the county princess.

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

The smoke-like yin energy transformed into a palm bigger than a house, grabbing towards him.

In the palm of her hand was the furious county princess.

The palm was like an overturned building, smashing towards the running man and corpse.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing immediately split his spiritual body into two, took over the Yin corpse, and summoned a thin, cicada-wing-like human skin membrane from his inventory.

Perfect Human Skin!

He threw this item hard at the Undead No. 1 behind him.

Undead No. 1 (Zhang Yuanqing) took the item and put it over his head. The human skin membrane "melted" into a pool of liquid and covered Undead No. 1.

The next second, Undead No. 1 turned into a young man in his early twenties, handsome and vibrant.

It was Zhang Yuanqing.

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

The giant hand that was overturning seemed to have received a mysterious influence, freezing in mid-air. After a brief struggle, it chased after Zhang Yuanqing, who had transformed into an Yin corpse.

"Phew... It didn't chase after me!"

Realizing that the tsunami-like yin energy was chasing after the Yin corpse, Zhang Yuanqing felt the joy of escaping death, and the weakness of excessive emotional exhaustion.

Zhang Yuanqing didn't dare to stay for a moment, urging the Red Dancing Shoes to rush towards the fields and towards the back mountain.

He wanted to use the Red Dancing Shoes' convenience of ignoring terrain and not consuming stamina to run all the way to the ancient tomb.

Undead No. 1 couldn't hold on for long, no, couldn't run for long.

It would soon be killed by the county princess.

The ancient tomb was the safe haven, not just being safe after leaving the village. The county princess would definitely chase after him.

Zhang Yuanqing was on the uneven mountains and large, protruding rocks, as if walking on flat ground, his target was the tomb tunnel in his memory.

Although everything he had seen before was an illusion, Zhang Yuanqing believed that it was not illusory, but an illusion 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 ancient tomb to the burial objects, everything was justified, which is why it had fooled him.

That bronze mirror was dug out of the ancient tomb, this was what it knew, so it was able to create such a seamless illusion.

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

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

"Release!"

Zhang Yuanqing immediately released the Red Dancing Shoes' wearing mode and quickly jumped into the tomb tunnel, heading along the narrow passage.

The Red Dancing Shoes followed behind "da da da", with a message floating above:

[Would you like to dance with me...]

It looked like it was desperately chasing after Zhang Yuanqing, begging for a dance.

After walking through the tomb tunnel, Zhang Yuanqing jumped into the tomb chamber. First, he looked around, and sure enough, he saw the clay sculptures of the 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 with a thud, panting heavily.

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

"I didn't even notice this detail, sigh, lack of tomb raiding experience, I suffered a big loss..."

Zhang Yuanqing sighed and thought.

"Da da da..."

The Red Dancing Shoes followed and jumped into the tomb chamber, came to his side, and kicked him with its left foot.

[Would you like to dance with me....]

If the owner does not pay the price in a short period of time, the Red Dancing Shoes' affection for the owner will decrease and launch a pursuit of the owner.

That kick meant that the Red Dancing Shoes no longer loved him.

"Yes, yes..."

Zhang Yuanqing helplessly got up and endured the severe pain in his foot, and finished dancing a dance with the Red Dancing Shoes.

He felt that his foot injury was more serious.

Zhang Yuanqing put away the Red Dancing Shoes and collapsed on the ground, trying not to move his injured right foot.

The reason why he was able to finish the tap dance with a comminuted fracture of the foot bones was thanks to the Houtu Boots.

An honest person has good endurance!

Sometimes, the price of props is not necessarily a kind of ability, just like just now, the reason why he was able to overcome the fear in his heart and overcome the pressure of the high-ranking member was all thanks to the Thug Gloves and Burst Pistol, two Fire Master props.

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

Although he also made reckless and mindless operations because of this, the overall benefit was greater.

Suddenly, an unimaginable pressure came from above.

Zhang Yuanqing's heart tightened, and he instinctively curled up, nervously looking up to observe.

The county princess was chasing after him.

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

"Did she leave?" Zhang Yuanqing let out a long breath, and then covered his chest, feeling a pain in his heart:

"It's a pity, I lost an Yin corpse... Using the 'bearing karma' attribute of the Perfect Human Skin to make the Yin corpse my scapegoat, this method 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 he could unleash his potential.

Although the Perfect Human Skin was cursed, although it was very bad, from a certain point of view, it was a veritable artifact.

"I hope the county princess won't take away the props, otherwise this dungeon will really be a big loss."

Zhang Yuanqing stood up and turned his gaze to the passage door, to 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.