Going further forward, the air becomes disconnected. It is rotten, bloody, and mixed into an indescribable odor.

Walk down the steps and a larger hall appears in front of you.

The construction style of the entire hall is absolutely chaotic. The huge section is free of rules, which is very different from the artistic style of any genre in human civilization. Those strange protrusions and vertebrae look protruding at first glance, but when you look closely, you feel it is sunken, which is very strange.

The hall was so quiet that there was no sound.

The stone walls everywhere were wet, full of the salty smell of sea water. Seaweed and moss were covered with the walls. In addition, there were dense terrifying patterns and difficult to interpret hieroglyphs.

A glass bottle more than two meters high was lined up around the stone wall, and each bottle was filled with pale corpses. Under the dim light, the corpses closed their eyes tightly and kept holding their hands in front of their chests.

They must have been soaked for a long time, and their skin was sickly pale and wrinkled so hard that it could not be seen. The fear of death was engraved on their faces, and they were a little crazy. Those dull and pale eyes, and their stiff and swollen limbs, were extremely terrifying.

The scene in front of me is very familiar, and I always feel like I have seen it somewhere.

Everything seems so unreasonable, like a madman's dream.

For ordinary people, just staying here for a while will probably go crazy.

It seems a bit dangerous to keep these corpses alone.

I played a role in a certain movie. A supporting role made a face to the zombie who was soaked in the water. As a result, the zombie suddenly opened her eyes, and the face was even scarier than him. Before the supporting role could remember to escape, the zombie broke the glass and rode on his face.

Then, there was no supporter who was trying to kill.

Safety first. In order to ensure that these corpses are really corpses, it is necessary to use some means.

Su Mu tried to perform a chanting explosion technique on one of the corpses.

Bang!

A successful headshot.

Very well, it seems that glass cannot isolate the power of thought.

The corpse in the first jar was blown up, and he no longer kept his hands covering his chest and slowly floated up. Dark green blood from the broken neck floated out in strands, contaminating the entire glass bottle.

Just like there was a sense, the corpses soaked in other jars suddenly came alive, with a ferocious face and struggling desperately. They opened their dark mouths, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The corpses slammed their heads against the glass bottles, and muffled sounds came one after another.

It's too dangerous, and they must be killed before they get out of trouble.

Su Mu decided to try a group headshot!

If mental power can lock in one target, it will naturally lock in multiple targets. No problem.

After trying it, I found that it works.

Locking multiple targets at the same time consumes brain power, and he feels a faint pain in the back of his head.

The arrow was drawn without turning back. In an instant, Su Mu looked around calmly, his consciousness locked in all living zombies, and exploded in groups!

Bang bang bang bang!

A series of headshots sounded, and all the living zombies were killed.

Several glass bottles had cracks. If they broke and rushed out, it would be hard to say who would win.

After confirming that the surrounding area was safe, Su Mu began to investigate the entire hall carefully.

A statue stands in the center of the hall. It looks a bit human, but it has an octopus-like head, a circle of tentacles on the chin. It is covered with scales, giant claws on its hands and feet, and a pair of flesh wings behind it.

It squatted on the square boulder base, with its fleshy wings drooping, and its hind legs clasped on the edge of the base. The hideous octopus' head looked down slightly, and the tentacles on the lower edge of its neck were all in postures, lifelike.

I don’t know which evil god it is, it looks cruel and insidious.

Su Mu has no research on archaeology, but he can also see that this thing must have been a long time ago. At least the words on the base have been lost and have never been seen anywhere.

A thick smell of blood was emitted around the base, and some things similar to firewood were piled up densely.

When I got closer, I saw a horrible scene that made my scalp tingling and tingling, and I jumped into my eyes—

All of them were dry corpses, just thrown there in a mess, and they had been dead for a long time at first glance.

Suddenly, a foul stinking came from the head.

Su Mu looked up and found that a bloated meat pocket had already pounced on his head silently.

The fleshy pocket had eyes like thin slits and sickle-like hands and feet. It wanted to hit it down fiercely, but was fixed in mid-air.

Puchi!

Black steam spurted out from the whole body of Pokemon, and it deflated like a leaking ball.

But it obviously did not die, but twisted and retreated, expanding again.

I don't know where its vocal organ is. In short, the Pokemon floating in the air made a hissing sound at Su Mu: "What kind of monster are you..."

This is by no means any language in the world, but a voice that is directly conveyed to the heart.

Su Mu was a little uncomfortable at first, but was a little stunned before he realized.

The monster asked himself what monster it was, it was interesting.

"What kind of monster are you? Where is this?" he asked in the same way.

"This is in the rituals, and here we offer our respect to the great sleeping god, Lord Lalaye."
Chapter completed!