Volume 1 Jin Dynasty Ancient Tomb Chapter 13 Drought Demon

  "Damn it, hurry back." Seeing Song Tian still standing there, I couldn't help but scold him. A white-haired corpse is just a synonym for fake resurrection! Who knows, he might come back to life and kill those two who are looking at me with disdain. My heart was even more furious thinking about the Tang Dynasty tomb raiders, they must have had masters! He didn't even touch the pottery jar, why did you go and disturb this moldy head? If it's a fake resurrection, then just kill those two little Japanese guys! They're the ones who disturbed your rest, but it has nothing to do with me.

  Matsumoto wasn't stupid either, seeing our expressions he knew something was wrong. He quickly retreated back after a few swift movements. I waved my hand and whispered "Everyone hold their breath, let's get out of here." After that, we all leaned against the wall and slowly made our way outside. The White-haired Zombie was different from regular Zombies. Regular Zombies' corpses usually moved slowly, their attacks were limited to scratching and biting, and they didn't have any zombie toxin unless they had been infected with it. The White-haired Zombie moved fast, its attacks were unpredictable, it was highly resistant to beatings, and the most infuriating thing was that it also had zombie toxin.

  But I seemed to see the white hair move, I shook my head hard and secretly prayed: it must be my eyes playing tricks on me, it must be my eyes playing tricks on me, Brother White Hair, you'd better keep sleeping, don't become a White Hair Zombie! When I opened my eyes again, my face turned green, made the most accurate decision, and ran away.

  "Come on, stop messing around and run! He's come back to life!" I couldn't help but curse out loud seeing them still slowly moving. I didn't realize I had the potential to be a jinx before! Otherwise, I would have found a place to get paid for speaking ill of others earlier. But how did it happen that as soon as I finished saying it, he jumped up? Luckily, Stone and I were the first to run away.

  "Hurry up and get the black donkey's hoof." Liu Wei's voice came over.

  I don't think so in my heart, you regard Baomaoguo as a dog, you throw what it picks up, if you have the skill to stuff black donkey hooves into its mouth, why bother running?

  Apart from running far away, nothing would happen. But I still underestimated the White Haired Zombie. Matsuda ran very fast too, basically shoulder to shoulder with me. Suddenly a white shadow fell in front of us, and I almost crashed into it. Luckily, Ishi pulled me back. It turned out to be the White Haired Zombie. This time, I was also close enough to see it clearly. It had a human shape but its face couldn't be seen as it was all covered with white hair, just like a giant gorilla with white hair. Its body emitted a sour and rotten smell. The White Haired Zombie didn't pay attention to me and pounced on Matsuda instead. I knew that it was Matsuda's aura that provoked the zombie. It could clearly distinguish between people, so naturally, Matsuda became its first target for killing.

  Matsuda's fart sat on the ground, and Shōjiro suddenly jumped over, kicking the white-haired zombie in the chest. The white-haired zombie paused for a moment, but Shōjiro flew back and fell to the ground. Taking advantage of this gap, Matsuda also ran away, pulled out his gun and started shooting, but it had no effect. The white-haired zombie continued to charge forward at an unchanged speed. Shōjiro shouted loudly, holding a Japanese war sword and charging forward. Although the white-haired zombie's movements were not slow or stiff, there was still a big gap compared to Shōjiro. However, Shōjiro didn't dare let the white-haired zombie touch him, while the white-haired zombie could let Shōjiro hit it at will.

  "Hurry up, it knows our breath, and it will definitely hunt us down to the end in this ancient tomb." Liu Wei said with an axe in hand.

  "Come on! He's right." I also picked up a military shovel, but still lacked the courage to charge forward.

  The stone didn't say a word, threw down his backpack and rushed up with a military shovel.

  Zhu Pangzi shouted to the tall one beside him, "Old Fourth, follow me and find an opportunity to stuff Hei Lu's hoof into its mouth."

  "Big brother, don't worry!"

  Zhu Baozi held an axe in his left hand and a gun in his right hand, leading Lao Si to charge forward, and I became a bystander.

  Kojirō slashed two knives at the white-haired zombie's chest, but the wound wasn't deep. The white-haired zombie lunged forward, trying to grab Kojirō, but he suddenly dropped down and slipped past it with a burst of strength, even stabbing it in the crotch as he passed by. Unfortunately, the zombie didn't feel any pain. Kojirō sprang up reflexively and stabbed his Japanese sword fiercely into the white-haired zombie's back. I didn't agree with Kojirō's method - going head-to-head like that would only work if you could dismember it; otherwise, no matter how many times you slashed at it, it wouldn't be effective.

  The stone rushed over and suddenly jumped up from behind, hitting its head with great force, almost knocking the white-haired zombie to the ground. Zhu Baozi rushed over from the front and chopped at its head with an axe. I was impressed! Did Zhu Baozi not find where its mouth was and want to reopen it for him?

  Lao Si's speed wasn't slow either. Relying on his height, he suddenly accelerated and inserted the black donkey hoof into the white-haired zombie's mouth.

  Bang, blood splattered everywhere, Old Fourth was torn in half by the White-Haired Zombie, one half of his body falling at my feet, with white brain matter splashing onto my shoe. I don't know if it's because my legs are weak and can't move, but I tried to retreat several times, yet couldn't budge. Not wanting to look at Old Fourth's miserable state, yet unable to help sneaking a glance. The battle with the White-Haired Zombie had reached its climax, a group of people surrounding him and attacking, yet having no effect, while Black Donkey Hoof was right under my feet, clutched in Old Fourth's hand, and looking at his half-body, it was terrifying enough.

  "Ah!" I clenched my fists and squatted down to pry open Lao Si's hands, mustering all my strength to grab the black donkey hoof and charge over.

  Look at me holding the black donkey hoof and rushing over, the stone suddenly squatted down, put its hands on its knees, Xiao Cilang jumped up and landed on the stone's hand, the stone stood up together, pushed Xiao Cilang up, Xiao Cilang's two knees heavily knelt on the white-haired zombie's shoulders, his two knees clamped its head, his waist fiercely rotated, a cracking sound clearly transmitted over, then Xiao Cilang's two fists heavily hit the white-haired zombie's face on both sides, just as I also ran over and clearly saw the white-haired zombie being beaten open-mouthed, using it to stuff the black donkey hoof in, the whole person hastily retreated, while the white-haired zombie had already stopped moving, straightened up and fell down.

  "Ah," everyone let out a sigh of relief.

  Suddenly everything went black around me, and I jumped up again, tightly grasping the shotgun.

  "Ah, it was just the candle going out." Liu Wei also visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

  Dong, dong, two crisp sounds.

  "What's that noise?" Matsuda asked in a low voice.

  "It seems like... it seems like a clay pot." Zhu Baozi swallowed his saliva and replied in a trembling voice.

  "Hide, hold your breath and don't speak," I said, then I quickly ran to a dark corner and hid. It was too dark around me, and I didn't dare turn on my flashlight. I had no idea where they were hiding. Suddenly, I felt someone approaching me, seemingly holding some metal object, as I heard the sound of metal scraping against the ground.

  "Is it a stone?" I asked softly.

  "Uh," he replied in a very small voice, and if it weren't for the surrounding silence, I wouldn't have heard him at all.

  Everyone around me was extremely tense, I thought it was time to run now. So I pulled the stone's hand and wanted to write a running word. As soon as I touched his palm, I was stunned, then shook off his hand and turned to run. Just leaving my previous position, sparks of metal hitting the ground appeared. Although this pair of hands also had calluses, they were completely different from those of the stone. I could feel him chasing me closely.

  At that moment, I was so frightened that I ran to the side of the pottery jar. With the last few candles, I clearly saw a small child with white hair inside the jar. In an instant, my hair stood on end and cold sweat flowed down from the top of my head. The child was about the size of an infant, with a layer of fine white hair all over its body, dry and wrinkled brown skin, deep eye sockets with only two black holes left, and a mouth that seemed to be smiling, but it was actually caused by the shrinkage of facial muscles. There were only two long and sharp tiger teeth in its mouth, and the rest of the places were like an old man who had lost his teeth. I was shocked and thought to myself: "This is a drought demon! A baby born after the death of a pregnant woman is called a Gui, which is more difficult to deal with than a white-haired zombie." As I was frightened, my foot accidentally stepped on a piece of broken pottery, and I fell to the ground. The drought demon suddenly stood up, opened its mouth, and at that moment, someone blocked my way - it was Old Liang, holding a long iron pipe with a sharp point, stabbing towards me.

  Whoosh, a crimson jet splattered onto my face. A chubby little hand protruded from Old Liang's chest, and I slid backwards on the ground. With a thud, Old Liang's corpse fell to the ground. The dryad's foot tapped the earth, and it reached out to grab me with its hand, its tiny claws growing larger in my eyes.