Sure enough, she guessed right.
The burning fire blocked the five corpse puppets for nearly an hour.
The corpse puppet is a corpse puppet refined from mummified corpses thousands of years ago. After removing the black robe from its body, only a skeleton remains.
Naturally, they are afraid of the burning of the fire.
If it was an ordinary corpse puppet, the wave of fire just now would directly burn the corpse puppet into ashes.
it seems...
The method old man Cang just said, she may...
"Boom-boom-boom-"
The sound of the corpse puppet hitting the stone wall became more and more violent.
Every vibration seems to affect the heart of a person, and it twitches continuously.
Nangong Lin was so scared that she was covered in cold sweat, sobbing with tears all over her face: "Run... Let's run... Who knows when those zombie puppets will knock this stone wall away..."
Nangong Feiran leaned against the rock wall, the back of his head touched those slippery vines, it was extremely uncomfortable.
Hearing Nangong Lin's sobs again, he frowned lightly, glanced sideways at the bandaged arm, and immediately set his target on Ye Qingluo.
After the corpse gas was discharged from the body, the body finally recovered its temperature, and the body temperature gradually became normal.
I moved my arm, but there was no pain from the wound.
Nangong Feiran closed her eyes, Ye Qingluo's stunning face appeared in her mind, she pursed her pink lips tightly, and treated his wound indifferently.
He should say that Ye Qingluo was smart enough, knowing that in this situation, one more person with strength would have a better chance of surviving, so he specially used pain-numbing powder on his wound.
Or should it be said that Ye Qingluo is cruel enough to those who are not his companions
Once this medicinal powder is used, after the medicinal effect wears off, he will be hundreds of times more painful than he is now.
"Seventh Sister, even if this stone wall can stop the corpse puppet, this tomb...will collapse at any time, let's find a way to leave first." Ye Fengru's voice still showed his gentleness at this moment.
He lowered his eyes and gently patted Nangong Lin who was sobbing in his arms.
Everyone's eyes immediately focused on Ye Qingluo.
To go, or not to go, everything depends on Ye Qingluo's decision.
Ye Qingluo's face was calm, and there was still a vague cold arc on the corner of his mouth: "Can you leave?"
"It's better than just sitting here waiting to die!" Ye Fengru's gentle brows furrowed, a gloomy glint flashed in his eyes.
"Don't want to sit and wait?" Ye Qingluo's eyes moved, looking at Ye Fengru.
Ye Fengru frowned, that gaze made him feel chills down his spine, but when the arrow hit the string, he could only grit his teeth and nod: "The Killing God Group can't lose any more brothers!"
"Okay." Ye Qingluo stood up slowly, walked to the stone wall, his eyes were calm and indifferent, "Then, for you to kill the brothers of the god group, I need your help."
Ye Fengru was startled.
Several mercenaries around looked at him expectantly.
If you don't agree, you have to agree!
"Okay! As long as we guarantee, everyone will survive!"
Ye Qingluo ignored Ye Fengru's words, turned around straight away, looked at the mercenaries on both sides, and began to instruct them on what to do next.
The tomb vibrated continuously, gravel fell, and the ground gradually cracked.
The corpse puppet was still hitting the stone wall.
Here, under Ye Qingluo's arrangement, the mercenaries took their positions.
Just as he was arranging the last mercenary to do, the stone wall exploded.
Countless broken stones hit the mercenaries' faces.
The dozen or so members of the God-killing regiment standing in the front row immediately closed their eyes and moved their heads aside.
Ye Qingluo told them that no matter what, they must stand still.
Secretly cursing in his heart, did Ye Qingluo deliberately arrange them to stand at the front!
Just when the gravel was about to hit their faces hard, suddenly a whirlwind brushed their cheeks...