Tomb Raiding: The Bloodline of Dragons and Snakes, Starting from the Kunlun Divine Palace

Then, in an instant, he threw it towards the white-clad woman, Ghost 723.

The seal of the tomb raider was directly stamped on the white-clad female ghost's forehead.

The next second, the white-clad female ghost vanished without a trace of death energy and fell straight down into the water from the sky.

At the same time, Wu Tianjiao reached out and took back the Faqiu Seal from a distance.

Everyone who saw this was stunned; those who didn't know better would have thought they were hallucinating.

Especially Wu Sansheng and Pan Zi.

Wu Xie and Hai Shao may not know how powerful the rice dumplings are, but they certainly do.

Ordinary people like them, no matter how experienced they are in tomb raiding, will most likely face a life-or-death situation if they encounter a zombie.

But now, this white-clad female ghost, whose corpse aura was so strong, was instantly reduced to her original form by Wu Tianjiao.

Was that rice dumpling made of paper?

What exactly did Wu Tianjiao just throw out?

In fact, given Wu Sansheng's knowledge, he definitely recognized the Faqiu Seal, but this miniature version of the Faqiu Seal was something he had never seen or heard of before.

"Go quickly, and whatever you do, don't look back."

Wu Tianjiao said.

Wu Tianjiao's words brought everyone back to their senses, and they then picked up their oars and rowed frantically outwards.

Although the white-clad female ghost had been dealt with, the atmosphere in this pile of corpses was indescribably eerie, sending chills down one's spine, making one unwilling to stay there for even a moment longer.

Chapter 183: The Puppet, the Soul of the White-Clad Female Zongzi

As the boat was about to leave the cave entrance, Wu Xie, out of curiosity, couldn't help but steal a glance back...

Wu Xie felt a wave of dizziness and then fainted on the boat.

When I woke up, the ship was empty.

He was left alone in the cave of corpses.

Wu Xie was both anxious and afraid, and at the same time worried about the safety of Wu Tianjiao and the others.

"Brother Tian, ​​Third Uncle, Little Brother, Young Master Hai, where are you all?"

“Pan Zi...”

In the empty corpse cave, Wu Xie was shouting at the top of his lungs.

Just then, he suddenly heard something white in front of him.

It was too dark and the light was too dim to see clearly what it was.

Wu Xie was worried that Wu Tianjiao and the others' disappearance was related to the white thing in front of them.

So he picked up the oar and carefully rowed forward all by himself.

As they drew closer, Wu Xie picked up the flashlight.

The light shone towards the white shadow on the opposite bank.

In an instant, the white-clad female ghost appeared before him.

His hair was disheveled, and he was dressed entirely in white.

She could scare away half of one's three souls and seven spirits.

"Ah!" Wu Xie screamed in fright and fell onto the boat with a thud. Fortunately, he was a descendant of the Wu family, and he quickly recovered from the shock, wiping the cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

If he wants to survive, the only thing he can do right now is to run for his life.

Wu Xie hurriedly picked up the oars and rowed back with all his might.

It used every ounce of its strength.

But how could Wu Xie, an ordinary human, possibly match the speed of a ghost?

In the blink of an eye, a white shadow swept across the water.

The next second, the white-clad female ghost stood alive right in front of Wu Xie.

Wu Xie was terrified and helpless, clutching the oar tightly in his hand. It was probably all he could rely on right now. The female ghost walked towards Wu Xie step by step.

Wu Xie's hands, which were holding the oars, were trembling.

This was his first time going into a tomb, and he never expected to encounter such a situation.

And wasn't that female ghost in white dead? How come she's here again?

Although Wu Xie was afraid, he knew that fear wouldn't save his life. He had to find a way to survive. Only by staying alive could he rescue Wu Tianjiao and the others.

"Have you seen my companions? Have you always lived here? Sister in white, we were just passing through and never intended to be your enemy."

Wu Xie's seemingly naive words are actually the result of great wisdom disguised as foolishness.

He was trying to distract the white-clad female ghost.

Because he knew that as an ordinary person, he could never be a match for this white-clad female ghost.

The only way he could defeat him was to catch him off guard and strike at his vitals.

The white-clad female ghost seemed to have truly had her attention diverted by Wu Xie.

At that moment, Wu Xie exerted all his strength, pouncing on the white-clad female ghost like a hungry tiger, and instantly knocked her to the ground. Then he tightly gripped her neck.

"Tell me, where are my third uncle, Brother Tian, ​​and Little Brother?"

Outside the Corpse Cave, there are green mountains and clear waters, a hidden paradise.

Wu Tianjiao and his group were sitting on the boat, preparing to row to the shore.

There was a small village ahead. After discussing with Wu Sansheng, they decided to stay overnight in the village. It was already getting dark.

Wu Tianjiao walked up to Zhang Qiling.

"How are you feeling, buddy? Are you feeling better?"

Zhang Qiling nodded. "Yes, much better."

Wu Tianjiao took out the water, opened the bottle cap, and was about to hand it to the deliveryman.

At this moment, Wu Sansheng suddenly shouted, "Brother Tian, ​​come quick! Look what's wrong with Wu Xie!"

At this moment, Wu Xie was not actually alone in the Corpse Cave.

Instead, he was with Wu Tianjiao and Wu Sansheng.

However, he is currently unconscious.

He was knocked unconscious by Wu Tianjiao.

Wu Tianjiao had told them before not to turn back.

But Wu Xie wouldn't listen, so I had no choice but to take such drastic measures against him.

Wu Tianjiao was actually saving him.

But Wu Xie, who was perfectly fine just moments before, suddenly became contorted with rage, as if every inch of his skin was straining.

He was talking nonsense.

Even the experienced and knowledgeable Wu Sansheng was baffled as to what was wrong with Wu Xie.

"Third Master, could it be that Young Third Master is possessed?"

Although Wu Xie was asleep at this moment, he was incredibly strong.

Wu Sansheng, Hai Shao, and Pan Zi worked together to hold him down, barely managing to control him.

Wu Tianjiao walked over, and the young man also walked over.

Wu Tianjiao crouched down, and just as Wu Xie was about to continue his rampage, his two slender fingers suddenly pressed on his pressure points.

Then he pulled out a dagger.

Pan Zi was startled, thinking that Wu Tianjiao was going to kill Wu Xie.

When someone is possessed by an evil spirit, there is no cure once the condition reaches a certain point. The only solution is to kill them.

But Wu Xie is Wu Sansheng's nephew, the Third Master. No matter how severe his possession is, he cannot die.

Pan Zi was about to intervene, but Wu Sansheng stopped him and shook his head at him.

Wu Tianjiao noticed Pan Zi's actions, but ignored him.

He used a dagger to cut open his own wound and smeared the blood onto Wu Xie's lips.

It slowly turned into a blood mist and seeped into Wu Xie's mouth.

Wu Sansheng and Pan Zi looked at each other in bewilderment.

I was somewhat surprised. The young man used blood to kill enemies, while this man used blood to save people.

Who exactly are these two people, and how could they be so powerful?

It's one thing if one's own kung fu is superb.

But how come the blood in their bodies is so potent?