"Boom..."

There was another sound like a knock on the door.

There's something next door!

Zhang Yuanqing quickly replaced the rusty kitchen knife with a rusty short knife and the wooden stick with a long gun.

Carrying the weapon, he ran out of the room with light steps. The moonlight was like frost and the surroundings were silent.

Zhang Yuanqing bent over and secretly leaned toward the window.

The paper covering the window had long been torn. He squatted under the window, carefully raised his head, and looked in through a hole in the lattice window.

The cold, frosty moonlight was compressed into beams of light by the holes in the roof, bringing light to this narrow room.

Seeing the scene in the room, Zhang Yuanqing's heart skipped a beat.

In the dark and silent room, there were three old coffins, with mottled black paint and dusty lids.

There were two mummies lying beside the coffin, wearing labor protection uniforms. One of them had a copper awl rolling down his hand.

The awl attracted Zhang Yuanqing's attention. This thing was half an arm long and was made of brass. The awl handle was engraved with incantations and carvings. It was made with fine workmanship. The key was that all the weapons were rusty, but it was yellow and missing. Patina.

A picture appeared in his mind for no reason, that of Empress Sandaoshan's hand, with her fingers folded together to form a grasp.

But the palms of my hands were empty.

"Boom..."

The muffled sound came again, and Zhang Yuanqing had to move his eyes to look at the coffin in the middle.

There was a heart-wrenching "creak" sound, and the coffin lid slowly slid open.

A blue-black palm reached out and grabbed the edge of the coffin.

Then, a terrifying figure sat up from the coffin.

Through the bright moonlight shining from the roof, Zhang Yuanqing could clearly see the appearance of the thing. It was wrapped in ragged clothes, its face was swollen, highly decayed, and its lifeless eyeballs were bulging.

Her hair was like dead grass, messy on her head.

"Hoho~"

It raised its head and exhaled a breath of turbid corpse air towards the moonlight above its head. Its two sharp fangs were shocking.

Zombies? Zombies! !

Zhang Yuanqing felt that his uncle Ying was suffering from PTSD.

It turned out to be a zombie. Yes, it should be a zombie. Otherwise, what would be the point of the consumable Zombie Suppression Talisman? Zhang Yuanqing began to think about quitting. At this point in his exploration, he had obtained enough information.

It's time to go back to the main hall.

But at this moment, his shoulders suddenly sank, and the familiar coldness came, eroding his body and bringing goosebumps to his body.

At this critical moment, the crouching ghost is here.

Fifteen minutes are up... Zhang Yuanqing's heart sank.

In this ancient temple full of dangers, the spirit is highly tense, and it is difficult to find the energy to count the time silently. You can only rely on feeling to guess, which will lead to bias.

The appearance of the lying-shouldered resentful spirit made things worse, and the next scene only added fuel to the fire.

As if smelling the breath of a living person, the zombie sitting in the coffin raised his head, lowered his protruding eyeballs, and looked toward the window, looking out of the window to peer into his own eyes.

.......Zhang Yuanqing jumped up, turned around and ran away in the horror of goosebumps.

As soon as he turned around, he heard the loud clang of the coffin lid falling to the ground.

Not daring to look back, he ran with heavy steps, carrying the resentful spirit on his shoulders.

There was another loud bang, and the door was knocked open.

Zhang Yuanqing turned around while running wildly, and saw a hideous figure wrapped in tattered clothes rushing out of the house, leaping fiercely, and pursuing him like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep.

Is this a zombie? Where are you stuck? His expression changed drastically, he spun his feet, used the inertia to complete his turn, and stabbed the zombie in the chest.

Punch the tail of the gun into the ground to form a simple horse-repelling stake.

At the same time, he saw a hideous hole in the zombie's chest, and his heart seemed to have been ripped out.

Senior brother? Zombies are the big brothers in the handbook!

The next moment, a zombie rushed at him with a long gun. The finger-thick body of the gun collapsed like a full moon, and then broke with a 'click'.

Without any time to think, Zhang Yuanqing seized the opportunity created by the spear and rolled past the feet of the zombies. His nose was filled with the smell of corpses, and the sound of a broadsword slashing to the ground could be heard behind him.

He rolled all the way behind the zombie, jumped up on his knees, and swung the short knife in his hand.

"when!"

The short knife slashed at the back of the zombie's head, like cutting through steel. Apart from cutting off a few dry grass-like hairs, it did not cause any damage.

On the contrary, Zhang Yuanqing was in severe pain from the force transmitted from the knife handle, and almost dropped the weapon.

"Copper skin and iron bones?"

Zhang Yuanqing was horrified, and immediately saw the zombie turning around quickly, raising his hands with black and sharp nails, and clasping his shoulders.

The pain came immediately.

Sharp black nails pierced his skin, and the bright red blood dyed his coat red.

The smell of blood stimulated it, and scarlet light filled the depths of its protruding eyeballs. The zombie opened its fangs, spitting out foul-smelling gas, and bit Zhang Yuanqing's neck fiercely.

The purifying effect of the candlelight was still there, and he did not lose his mind due to fear. As soon as he thought about it, the fluorescent blue inventory appeared, and he had an extra talisman in his hand.

Thumb thump thump... The zombies who were ferocious and violent just a moment ago actually backed away when they saw this talisman paper, like avoiding snakes and scorpions.

It's effective, it's afraid of me, it has a certain amount of wisdom... Zhang Yuanqing endured the pain in the wounds on his arms, tensed his muscles, stared at the zombie, carried the resentful spirit on his shoulders, and slowly backed away step by step.

As he retreated, he prayed that the female ghost in the well would not come forward and cause trouble.

During this process, a horrifying roar came from the zombie's rotting throat, and its scarlet eyes stared at Zhang Yuanqing.

Fortunately, I don't know if it was because of the zombies or because Zhang Yuanqing was walking backwards. The female ghost in the well did not appear. Zhang Yuanqing exited the east courtyard and returned to the quadrangle. He did not dare to stop for a step, stumbled towards the main hall, and flew near the main hall. When the eaves of the house were raised, an illusory scream sounded in his ears.

With a light shoulder, all negative effects dissipate.

.......

"Huchihuchi..."

In the main hall, Zhang Yuanqing was leaning against the lattice door, panting, and his legs and feet were spasming uncontrollably.

This is partly out of fear and partly a physiological reaction after the adrenaline wears off.

After resting for a few minutes, the adrenaline subsided and the wounds on his arms began to hurt. He grinned and took off his coat and T-shirt, only to see that his two arms were scratched with bloody flesh, and the blood flowing out was red and black.

It's obvious that zombies have poison in their fingernails.

The situation suddenly turned bad.

"There is no disinfectant here, and there is no tetanus shot. Will the corpse poison attack quickly? I won't be poisoned and die, right?"

A series of thoughts flashed through Zhang Yuanqing's mind, and he was surprised to find that he was not very scared, and then he discovered...it had nothing to do with him, it was the courage given by the candle.

He bathed in the candlelight, and his emotions gradually calmed down.

"Now that I've been poisoned by corpse poison, I can't delay it any longer. Let's just take the second plan."

Before entering the spiritual realm, Zhang Yuanqing made two plans for himself. The first plan was to carefully explore the mountain temple, control the information, and then find a way to crack it.

It's a steady and steady approach.

Then, benefiting from the inspiration of playing games with his aunt, looking for patterns and methods, he formulated a second relatively risky plan.

Try to conquer the red shoes.

Since they are all props, and the yellow paper charm can be used by him, who says that the red dancing shoes can't be used?

Guan Ya said that if you crack the rules of regular props, you have a certain probability of conquering them.

"With my abilities, it is impossible for me to stick a yellow paper charm on a zombie's forehead by myself."

Putting the talisman paper on the forehead of a ferocious, terrifying and wise creature is like a child holding a knife to challenge an adult. Although adults are afraid of the blade, it does not mean that children can really hurt adults.

Zhang Yuanqing no longer delayed, stood up holding the lattice door, crossed the threshold, and came to the courtyard in front of the main hall.

This is where he first encountered the red shoes.

The full moon is like a disk, the shadows of ancient houses, wild grass and trees are dancing.

He waited and waited, waited and waited... He stood among the grass for a long time, alert to the changes around him, but he still couldn't wait for the red shoes to appear.

This pair of shoes seemed to have no fixed territory. It first followed him when he entered the temple, and then appeared in the courtyard. Now he doesn't know where he went.

Zhang Yuanqing, whose physical condition worsened the longer he delayed, sighed, turned around helplessly, and returned to the main hall.

As soon as he finished turning around, his body suddenly froze.

"Da da....."

Between him and the main hall, a pair of red dancing shoes with a dark red shimmer were falling together, as if an invisible person was wearing them and walking in place.

The footsteps echoed in the empty and silent night.

Can you change the way you appear? It's so scary every time... Zhang Yuanqing's soul that was almost scared out slowly returned to its place and swallowed quietly.

Although he was looking forward to its appearance, Zhang Yuanqing still felt that his sanity was declining uncontrollably when facing this strange dance shoe...

The red dancing shoes continued to step in place, and the heels of the shoes hit the ground, making a crisp sound. The echoes of the clicks were superimposed, making it seem more lonely and terrifying.

In Zhang Yuanqing's field of vision, a fluorescent blue message suddenly popped up:

[Would you like to dance with me? If so, please stay put. 】

This message appears next to the red shoes, as if it is talking to itself.

Sure enough, it asked for a dance. If you don't dance with it, you will kill someone. The bad shoes... Zhang Yuanqing had no choice but to make a desperate move because he discovered one thing. The red shoes cut off his escape.

The location where it appears is between Zhang Yuanqing and the main hall.

Once the dance fails, he will definitely die.

Is it a coincidence? Or are these shoes intentional? Does it also have wisdom? Zhang Yuanqing stopped his thoughts, settled his emotions, and visualized his father's appearance in his mind.

At the same time, lift your feet to make a step.

Ta-ta-ta... As if turning on the switch of this prop, as he stepped, the rhythm of the ups and downs of the red dance shoes changed, and there was a very fast tap.

It dances as a tap dance, with a sense of rhythm and extremely fast speed. The loud "tap" sound echoes in the silent night sky and echoes in the abandoned ancient temple.

Under the moonlit night, among the grass and on the path paved with soft stones, a pair of red dancing shoes danced alone, giving off an indescribable and coquettish beauty.

Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes wide, letting his pupils absorb the moonlight, and stared at the red dancing shoes. He didn't need to deliberately remember, he only needed to reflect the other person's steps in his eyes.

At the same time, his heart was beating rapidly like an overloaded engine, his ears were filled with loud noises, and countless broken images flashed through his mind.

The brain begins to automatically receive information from the outside world, the sound of the wind blowing, the slightly curved posture of the grass, the frequency of the leaves of the giant locust tree swaying in the distance, the posture and frequency of the red dancing shoes...

The brain receives the information and quickly analyzes and remembers it.

After a few minutes, Red Dance Shoes stopped contentedly, stepped back with her left foot, and stood on tiptoe.

This gesture looks weird, but if someone were wearing it, it would be a standard curtsy.

Quite polite... Zhang Yuanqing, with blood flowing from his nose, muttered in his heart, and then saw a sentence floating above the red dance shoes:

【It’s your turn! 】

In a few minutes, it danced hundreds of rhythms with different steps, which exceeded the shorthand ability of ordinary people.

Zhang Yuanqing calmed down, took out a small pill from his pocket, and held it in his mouth.

Then, his brain fell into a strange state, replaying the images of the past few minutes frame by frame.

"Da da da da..."

He danced a few rhythms at a slow speed and awkward posture, and then carefully examined the red shoes.

If the other party's standards are exactly the same materials, then even if he can memorize all the rhythms and movements, it is impossible to complete the task.

Seeing that there was nothing abnormal about it, Zhang Yuanqing was relieved and started dancing with all his concentration.

Kicking, spinning, jumping slightly, crossing his left and right feet... He danced very slowly, with awkward and ugly postures. Compared with the flowing movements of the red dance shoes, it was simply unsightly.

But slow-paced dance steps ensure you don’t go wrong.

Seven or eight minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing restored all the steps of the red shoes and stopped panting.

Warm liquid overflowed from his nasal cavity and flowed down his lips and chin, but he didn't bother to wipe it away and stared at the red shoes.

Whether he can come out of the spiritual realm alive and whether he can successfully complete the trial.

It depends on now.

【Your dancing skills are as bad as ever! 】

A message popped up from the red shoes, and then it turned into a dark red light and disappeared into the night.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yuanqing heard a cold voice in his mind:

【Ding! You completed a dance with Red Shoes. Congratulations on being appreciated by Red Shoes. However, because your dancing skills are too poor, Red Shoes only appreciated you for half an hour. I wish you good luck! 】

Zhang Yuanqing slumped to the ground as if exhausted, his face turned pale, and his brain throbbed.

Half a minute later, the symptoms subsided. He sat up with a pale face and eagerly opened the inventory.

In the second grid, there is a pair of red, brand-new dancing shoes.

Stare at the dancing shoes for a few seconds, and the item information will automatically appear.

[Name: Red Dance Shoes]

[Type: Footwear]

[Function: tracking, chasing]

[Introduction: Its former owner was a princess from a certain kingdom in the West. The princess was naturally beautiful and good at dancing, and the men in the kingdom were fascinated by her. But the vicious stepmother was jealous of her talent and beauty and imprisoned her on a high tower. The lonely princess danced alone in the cold moonlight and finally died. This pair of red dancing shoes inherited her legacy and began to wander and dance solo forever. 】

[Remark 1: Use form 1: Throw the red shoes at the designated target (you can also lock the target through the target's blood, hair, skin and other cells), and it will pursue the target endlessly. During the pursuit, it ignores any physical obstacles and cannot escape or destroy until the target dies or completes a dance with it. The type of dance is not limited. 】

[Use form two: Wearing red dancing shoes can increase agility, improve dodge ability, and run regardless of terrain without paying for physical energy. The only thing you need to pay attention to is that you can only wear it for five minutes at a time. After that time, the red dancing shoes will never be able to be taken off. You will run with them until the end of your life, or your feet will be cut off. 】

[Note 2: Don’t you want to dance with me? All died young. 】

It's an artifact... Zhang Yuanqing was very excited after reading the introduction of the properties of the prop.

Is this a regular prop?

It's simply ridiculously powerful.

The item introductions for the previous yellow paper charms and candles were relatively simple, just a few sentences, while the item information for this pair of red dancing shoes was lengthy.

From this point alone, we can see the uniqueness of red dance shoes.

"It's a pity that you only appreciated me for one hour..."

Zhang Yuanqing noticed the countdown next to the inventory and felt a pity in his heart.

If such an artifact could be owned by him, it would play a huge role in reality or in other spiritual realms in the future.

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