Chapter Thirty-One: The Wooden Man's Request for Collection

  Not long after, those nine violently shaking boxes stopped shaking, and everything returned to calm.

  Suddenly, those two rays of light suddenly became very strong, and in an instant flash, I only felt a white light in front of my eyes, the feeling was like looking directly at the scorching sun.

  At that moment, my eyes were stimulated by the two rays of light as if I had looked at the scorching sun, and I felt a white flower in front of me. I hurriedly rubbed my eyes. Being in a strange place, let alone in an ancient tomb where personal safety could not be guaranteed, how dare I relax my vigilance?

  Forcing my eyes to overcome the stinging pain, I opened them and looked forward. Those two rays of light had lost their original dazzling brightness in just a flash, it can't be said that they lost their brightness, but rather that they completely disappeared, without even leaving behind any residue.

  It wasn't noticeable before, but now appearing in front of us are not the nine wooden boxes that were neatly placed on the ground, but rather nine wooden men standing upright and facing us.

  Looking at the nine wooden men facing us, I couldn't help but feel amazed. The wooden boxes that were neatly arranged just a moment ago had suddenly transformed into wooden men. What kind of person was the owner of this tomb? First, they managed to get the complete corpse out, and then they came up with these strange objects. How much talent does it take to do something like this?

  I stood the ancient sword in front of me and examined those nine wooden men. Among these nine wooden men, only the one with a black mark on its abdomen could be identified as the empty box from before. Looking at these nine wooden men, except for the one with the black mark on its abdomen, the rest were exactly the same. Obviously, the one with the black mark on its abdomen was the leader of these nine wooden men.

  People need leaders, of course! The wooden man in front of us is no exception!

  For the nine wooden men in front of me, I don't know how powerful they are, but the previous complete corpse was the most powerful among all the dumplings. It can be imagined that the tomb owner's handwriting is so big, let alone according to the ancient book fragment said that the owner of this tomb is Zhuge Liang's master, so I feel even more that these nine wooden men are not ordinary.

  Zhuge Liang himself is already very formidable, able to observe the celestial phenomena, understand the way of array methods, and even create wooden oxen and flowing horses. What kind of abilities does his master have?!

  Thinking of this, I felt a little nervous. Before I even started digging the grave, I just thought of it as a game and didn't expect to encounter something like this on my first try.

  Before I could think of how to deal with these nine wooden men, I saw that in order not to let the things he had taken fall off, he tightened his coat and immediately aimed his pistol at the middle one of the wooden men with a black mark on his abdomen and fired a shot.

  At that moment, all I heard was a loud "bang". The bullet should have hit the wooden man's body, but unexpectedly, the black mark on his abdomen glowed slightly, and the bullet came sweeping towards **'s left leg at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  Obviously, he didn't expect that the bullet would come back on its own, and for a moment he was stunned, his left leg hit by his own bullet.

  Not even waiting for them to stand up, I saw that the black mark on their abdomen flashed slightly, and the other eight wooden men walked towards us. Whether it was movement or footsteps, there was not a single difference, they were completely identical.

  As I watched the eight wooden men walking towards us, I quickly walked to **'s side and helped ** up, holding the ancient sword as we retreated backwards. However, after only a few steps, I felt my back already touching the stone gate.

  I've only just realized that we have no way to retreat, with the nine wooden men in front of us and that corpse with a body full of poisonous toxins that knives and guns can't penetrate behind us, this time we're really in big trouble.

  I don't know what the actual strength of these eight wooden men in front of me is, but that wooden leader with a black mark, I just witnessed it earlier. Just by lighting up that black mark, he can reflect back bullets that kill people, which I have never seen before.

  At this time, the eight wooden men were getting closer and closer to us. If it were just me alone, I might still have a chance to escape, but I was carrying ** who was seriously injured at the time.

  I glanced sideways, and at this time, due to the previous frequent movements, rapid breathing caused the spread of corpse poison to accelerate. At this time, the hands outside the big coat had turned purple, and the fingernails were slightly longer, which was clearly a precursor to becoming a zombie.

  I let out a sigh, at this point even if I were to be taken out, it would definitely turn into a zombie. The blood has already been infected with the corpse toxin. If previously you had listened to me and not engaged in such frequent activities, it wouldn't have triggered the acceleration of the corpse toxin's spread. If we can hold on until we get out and find a hospital for treatment, it will definitely recover. But at this point, the blood has already been infected with the corpse toxin, now all that's left is time. If the corpse toxin attacks the heart, then I'll completely turn into a zombie.

  I shook my head, picked up the ancient sword and stared at the eight wooden men walking towards us. These eight wooden men had a similar build to mine, but seemed very powerful. Suddenly, I remembered a phrase my grandfather once said.