C62 (1/2)
Looking at the dead bodies sleeping on the bones, Fang Zishu frowned.
Even though they had reached the central area, he still hadn't thought of a way to deal with them yet. With some concern, Fang Zhushu shifted his gaze to the other burial pits.
He discovered that in the several burial pits near them, what was placed was not bones, but terracotta soldiers that were about the size of a real person.
Each of these terracotta soldiers was engraved with lifelike images.
What surprised Fang Zishu the most was the appearance of these terracotta soldiers.
These terracotta soldiers were sculpted in a variety of shapes, either hideous or frightened or pious.
It was probably no different from all the hundreds of things in the world …
”Zi Shuo, have you thought of a way to deal with these zombie claws?”
The policeman saw the many dead claws sleeping in the pile of bones, and his face turned pale. After all, when he was in the main tomb, these zombie claws had left an indelible impression on him. So much so that now, in his heart, he felt an inexplicable shadow for these zombie claws.
Therefore, before they went to the altar, the note really wanted to know whether or not Fang Zishu had thought of a way to deal with these zombie claws.
”Child Book, you … You can't really not have thought of a way, right? ” the cop asked again.
”Even the yellow talismans were destroyed by the black bubbles in the main tomb, and my Fang family's magic techniques mostly need the yellow talismans as a guide. Without the help of the 'talisman', do you think I would have been able to think of any good plan in such a short period of time?”
Fang Zishu spread out his hands, but his tone was also quite helpless.
If it was elsewhere and the yellow symbol was destroyed, then he could also purchase materials and draw a new symbol paper by himself. However, in this tomb, once the yellow talisman was soaked, even if he wanted to draw new talisman paper, he would be unable to do so due to the lack of materials.
After all, 'a woman cannot have a picnic'.
Seeing the uneasy look on the cop's face, Fang Zishu also knew that he was scared by the zombie's pincers, so he immediately comforted, ”Don't worry, although there are a lot of zombie pincers here, as long as we go to the altar slowly and not wake them up, we will be in a relatively safe situation …”
The note lost its temper at Fang Zhisu's words.
However, the note also knew that the prescription book really had no other methods. Otherwise, it would not have thought of such an impossible method.
”Alright then!”
The note hesitated for a moment before deciding to take another risk with Fang Zhushu.
Just in case, Fang Zishu took out the gold-threaded red-threaded copper coin sword from his bag, placed it on the two sides of the blade, and then smeared some of the blood-colored ink left behind by the previous fight.
After doing all this, he handed the sword over to the note. This way, even if there were to be an unexpected turn of events, the police would not be so flustered that they would not know how to deal with it.
After the preparations were made, the two of them walked forward, one in front and one behind, tiptoeing in the direction of the altar. Perhaps even Fang Zishu did not expect that this concern of his not only failed to help the note, but had even pushed it into a dangerous abyss.
This made their situation even more difficult.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was at the end of the line.
The reason for this matter had to be traced back to six hours ago.
The note took the gold-threaded red-threaded copper coin sword from the manual and handed it to him, as if it were a precious treasure.
He held the sword in his arms and followed the recipe to the center of the sacrificial altar along the path. As the note walked, it sized up the terracotta soldiers on both sides with various expressions.