"What do you mean are these corpse slaves just guarding the tomb?" Qin Mu was stunned for a moment, as if he had complicated the other party's thoughts. From the beginning, Qin Mu was wondering whether these corpses and wine had made a particularly huge Adeha extravagant hair, perhaps there was a big conspiracy here.

Qin Mu's conspiracy theory led to him being a little convinced and quickly complicated the issue. However, it is a fact that those corpse slaves are stuck in the center. Qin Mu can't open up a new path by himself, right?

"Your words are not completely correct," Honglian couldn't help but say, "As you said, all the humans who have come to this tomb have become the most fierce corpses, but there are only a few hundred here, maybe not that many, about one or two hundred. I don't know how many years this tomb has been, but the number of corpses here is definitely small."

Qin Mu nodded secretly, Honglian was still information, and all these could be discovered.

At least Qin Mu didn't think of this after the fat man finished speaking, but noticed what happened in the entire square. However, the current situation was obviously a bit strange. They retreated collectively, and all the ordinary corpses were suspended in the air. While recovering from their injuries, they looked at them coldly. To be precise, they all looked at Qin Mu.

Black Pearl can still make fun of: "Qin Mu, you are really hated."

Qin Mu was speechless and thought to himself, girl, have you been smart when you go out? Is this time a joke?

Although the Chuchu, who was shrilled by Qin Mu's talisman, Qin Mu saw that his talisman did harm the other party, but the damage did not have any particularly terrifying effect. This is equivalent to the difference between skin trauma and fracture. Qin Mu's kind is naturally just skin trauma. Although it hurts, it does not cause any harm except pain.

The fat man seemed to have no idea that the corpses on the other side were going to kill people. On the contrary, he still had the intention to patiently explain to Qin Mu: "In fact, this is not the case. These corpses are all good seedlings left by the so-called filling of the tomb. The same corpses and the same cultivation, some people became evil corpses, making it impossible for everyone to get close to, while some people could only huddle in the jar day and night without seeing the light of day."

"What do you mean?" Qin Mu suddenly felt his mind moving when he heard the fat man's headless and tailless sigh.

"Haha, it's nothing," the fat man sighed, and then said: "I originally didn't plan to say these things. Since now everyone is tied to a rope, some things have to be explained clearly so that everyone can't end up together."

The fat man was worried that it was good, which means he was still a smart corpse slave, but why did Qin Mu sound so wrong with these words?

When Honglian and the others looked at each other with a look of scrutiny, the fat man seemed to be relieved and sighed before saying, "Actually, this was not the case here at the beginning."

"Although I was in front at that time, sometimes I was bored and took a look. Although the other three corpse generals guarding at the door of the tomb did not leave their own range, I was different from them." The fat man said with some melancholy, his eyes fixed. If he looked at him carefully, he found that his eyes were like two glass beads that had lost their color, empty and tired. When he looked at him up close, the man did not look at anyone at all, but just looked ahead with an empty look.

"How is it different?" Honglian chuckled.

The fat man then walked out of the situation where the old monk entered into meditation and said in wonder: "Of course it's different. They are so dull, I'm so smart, and I can beat them."

Although the fat man was silly speaking, Qin Mu grabbed the point.

This fat man has mutated.

Thinking of this, Qin Mu wanted to kill himself by mutating a bronze corpse. Why didn't he take this thing away at the beginning? Now he regrets it so much that he has to kill the goatee with his eyes over and over again.

At this time, the goatee didn't have the courage to look at Qin Mu. She kept looking at her feet, as if a flower was embroidered on the brown leather shoes, trying to lower her head to reduce her presence.

Little did he know that this attitude made Qin Mu even more annoyed, and even furious. He thought: You are so owed to look at me, and you will find an opportunity to see how I deal with you.

It is true that these words describe Qin Mu.

"I can run around, and I can even set out to the mechanism in the corridor to come here by myself." The fat man seemed to be recalling something, his eyes continued to empty, and he could only hear him continue: "It was not like this at that time. There were many corpses standing next to him, but they seemed to be ordinary corpses. They were all wearing white linen clothes. It was strange that I had never seen them before, and seemed to have seen them somewhere."

"These corpses are all standing in rows, rows. At that time, there were not so many potholes in the square. Those standing in the square were undoubtedly just a group of unconscious zombies." When the fat man said here, he took a deep breath, as if he wanted to stabilize his emotions: "At that time, I just thought that the corpses here were kept for burial, perhaps for burial objects. To be honest, I don't know who my master is? Because I have never seen them before, and every time he talks in my ear, he doesn't really get close to me."

"I thought my master should be the one who died in the tomb. However, the door of the passage of the tomb master's tomb was blocking the rows of people who were about to die," the fat man said with some depression: "I was very curious when I was young, so I went up to check it out. However, when I walked beside the corpses, I always felt... I always felt that the corpses were still, or they were staring at me, making it impossible for me to continue."

Qin Mu touched his forehead a little, what is the "young me". He looked at the fat man up and down, and wanted to ask, when did you have been young?

The fat man looked around everyone: "I don't know when it starts. If a corpse can be around the outside of the square, or even occasionally walk on the corridor, the corpse is Chuchu."

"I don't know what happened. Maybe Chuchu, like me, has produced some unknown mutation, so everyone starts to become strange?" The fat man said with some depression: "Later, when there were more and more corpses in the square, someone suddenly made a buzzing sound in the main tomb room, and everyone was shocked to the point of being blank, of course, including me who had been watching the show."

"After the sound disappeared, all the corpses in the square began to fight and fight. More and more of their former companions died just like that. It was really sad." The fat man wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued: "The fight lasted for a long time. Gradually, Chuchu was the only one who could stand up."
Chapter completed!