Tomb Robber: I am Hu Bayi’s cousin

The strange blood corpse's eyes had no pupils or whites, and the whole body was blood red.

What makes people feel chilling is that there are even several bloody hairs protruding from the eyeballs, dangling like tentacles.

"Uncle Ming, please forgive me. In the past few years, Wu Xie has been able to come back alive from so many dangerous tombs."

"Thank you, Fatty Wang, and Zhang Qiling for your hard work!"

Watching the bloody corpse slowly stand up expressionlessly, Xiaohua made a rare complaint.

"It's okay, just get used to it"

Hu Ming lit a cigarette with one hand, expressing that Xiao Hua was so rare.

If nothing else, let’s just talk about the wilderness coffin in Banai a few days ago.

That geographical location is within the scope of the Feng Shui Treasure Land.

From ancient times to the present, as long as there is no special arrangement by a Feng Shui master, there is absolutely no possibility of corpse recovery in such a place!

However, because of Wu Xie, he actually met a fake corpse. Who would believe it?

In short, as long as Wu Xie is present, it is not surprising that any weird things will happen.

Hu Ming was used to it.

The fat man and the little brother are also used to it.

Little things!

With a cigarette in his mouth, Hu Ming silently bit off the glove on his left hand, made a cut in the palm of his hand with a knife, and let the blood flow from the wound.

There is something strange about the blood-colored hair in the blood pool. Under the influence of blood, no one knows that weird changes have occurred over the years.

At least, unlike the other black haired people, not only did the toy have no intention of being afraid of Hu Ming, but he was even ready to make a move.

Just the breath escaping is no longer enough to scare this strange bloody hair.

"I haven't harmed myself in a long time..."

Hu Ming sighed, and with Xiao Hua's confused expression, he sprinkled blood on Xiao Hua's body.

At the same time, while the wound has not completely healed, apply fresh blood on your body.

The speed of self-healing due to poor physical fitness is sometimes really annoying.

In particular, with the bonus brought by the Phoenix bloodline tattoo, in just a moment, the shallow blood marks on the palm of my hand have shown signs of healing.

Sometimes, the younger brother envied Hu Ming's quick healing physique, but Hu Ming envied the younger brother who didn't need to open the wound multiple times to bleed.

Sure enough, when the precious blood was exposed to the air, the strange ingredients in it began to volatilize and exert their proper effects. The movement of the blood-colored hair spreading over him instantly stagnated and stopped in place.

Precious Blood is undoubtedly professional when it comes to dealing with these evil things.

Seeing this, Hu Ming picked up the knife and prepared to chop without saying anything.

He exerted force under his feet and crushed the pottery pot on the ground. The moment the pottery pot shattered, Hu Ming had already rushed over.

Continuously borrowing strength from the pottery pot, as the pottery pot shattered, Hu Ming had already ducked in front of the bloody corpse.

A blow to the head!

The piercing light of the sword came from top to bottom and struck at the head of the bloody corpse!

"Tsk, there is something, this damn thing is really not simple!"

Hu Ming stepped on the ground and crushed the clay pot, shook off the unknown substance stained at his feet, and sighed in disgust.

At that moment, the bloody tentacles on the back of the bloody corpse actually extended over, dragging the bloody corpse to avoid the knife.

However, Hu Ming has never given up so easily.

Rushing out again, with crisp crackling sounds, Hu Ming nimbly avoided the blood-colored hair that he was carefully trying to wrap around.

When it was inevitable, Hu Ming clenched his fist with his left hand, squeezed the wound open again, and threw out a handful of blood.

The moment the precious blood fell on the bloody hair, a sound similar to the sound of strong acid corroding protein was heard in the cave.

Visible to the naked eye, the place where the bloody hair came into contact with the precious blood instantly turned black. However, it decayed and turned into a substance like burned black coal, which fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

At the same time, whether it was an illusion or not, Hu Ming even vaguely heard the miserable howling.

Hu Ming paused and looked at the bloody hair surrounding him in surprise.

At first, it was just a metaphor, but I didn’t expect that these ghosts were really living creatures???

What kind of ghost stuff did the Zhang family’s research on immortality produce as a by-product?

I really thought this was a sequel, this thing is a hair version of the tentacle monster.

It’s funny, Hu Ming is not a girl, so where did the tentacle monster fight against the beautiful girl come from?

However, this was not the time to think about these things. A strong wind hit his ears, and Hu Ming turned sideways to avoid it.

Taking a closer look, the condition of the bloody corpse has changed again!

As if he knew there was nothing he could do about Hu Ming, the blood-colored hair wrapped around the bloody corpse at some point, as if it was wearing a piece of blood-colored airtight armor!

"It's really weird..."

Hu Ming frowned slightly, feeling more and more that this bloody corpse was unusual.

While doing several backflips to avoid the spreading tentacles and hair, Hu Mingren had already smeared blood on the blade while he was in mid-air.

laugh!

With a swing of the knife, the air seemed to be cut open by the light of the knife, making waves of screams.

The blood-stained knife easily cut off the hair. At the same time, the force of the knife continued unabated, drawing a strange arc in mid-air and swinging towards the bloody corpse at an unexpected angle.

The trajectory of this knife was specially calculated by Hu Ming. When he swung the knife to its head, it had already cut off all the hair connected to the blood corpse and the blood pool.

The purpose is to prevent this ghost from being pulled by hair again.

The sword flashed, and a big head rose into the sky!

From the broken neck, blood spurted out like a fountain. In the blood, countless blood-colored hairs were interspersed.

If you look closely, these hair strands seem to be rooted in the blood vessels of the blood corpse.

"Huh? Damn, you still have such a naughty thing?"

Just when Hu Ming was about to put away the knife, he suddenly felt an alarm. Looking around, the corner of Hu Ming's mouth twitched and he couldn't help spitting out the fragrance.