Spiritual Walker

"Dong..."

There was another knocking sound.

What's 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 leaned over and leaned against the window secretly.

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

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

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

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

There were two mummies lying beside the coffin, wearing work clothes, and one of them had a copper awl rolling down his hand.

The awl attracted Zhang Yuanqing's attention. It was half an arm long, made of brass, with spells and carvings engraved on the handle, and fine workmanship. The key point was that all the weapons were rusted, except for this one, which was yellow and without copper rust.

A picture suddenly appeared in his mind, a hand of the Sandaoshan Goddess, with five fingers clasped together as if holding something.

But the palm was empty.

"Dong..."

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

A tooth-grinding "creaking" sound was heard, 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.

With the bright moonlight shining down from the roof, Zhang Yuanqing saw the appearance of the thing clearly. It was wrapped in ragged clothes, with a swollen face, highly rotten, and dead eyes bulging out.

Its hair was like dry grass, messy on its head.

"Ho ho~"

It raised its head and exhaled a turbid corpse gas towards the moonlight above its head. Its two sharp teeth were shocking.

Zombie? Zombie!!

Zhang Yuanqing felt that his uncle Ying had a ptsd attack.

It turned out to be a zombie, yes, it should be a zombie, otherwise what is the meaning of the consumable item of the corpse-suppressing talisman? Zhang Yuanqing had the idea of ​​retreating in his heart. After exploring to this point, the information obtained was enough.

It was time to go back to the main hall.

But at this moment, his shoulders suddenly sank, and the familiar coldness descended, eroding his body and bringing goose bumps.

At this critical moment, the shoulder ghost came.

Fifteen minutes have passed... Zhang Yuanqing's heart sank.

In this ancient temple full of dangers, the spirit is highly tense, and it is difficult to spare the energy to count the time silently. He can only rely on his feelings to guess, which will be biased.

The appearance of the shoulder-leaning ghost is worse than ever, and the next scene is like adding fuel to the fire.

As if smelling the breath of a living person, the zombie sitting in the coffin put away the action of raising his head, and his bulging eyeballs fell, looking at the window, looking at the eyes outside the window that were peeping at him.

.... Zhang Yuanqing jumped up in horror with goose bumps, turned around and ran.

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

He didn't dare to look back, carrying the ghost on his shoulder, and ran with heavy steps.

There was another loud "clang" and the door was knocked away.

Zhang Yuanqing ran wildly and turned his head. He saw a hideous figure wrapped in tattered clothes rushing out of the house, leaping up and chasing after him like a hungry tiger.

Is this a zombie? Where is it? His face changed drastically, and he spun his feet. With the help of inertia, he turned around and stabbed the zombie in the chest with a gun.

The butt of the gun hit the ground, forming a simple chevaux de frise.

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

Senior Brother? The zombie is the senior brother in the notebook!

The next moment, the zombie rushed over with a long gun, and the gun body, which was as thick as a finger, collapsed like a full moon, and then broke with a "click".

Without time to think about it, Zhang Yuanqing seized the opportunity created by the long gun and rolled past the zombie's feet. The smell of corpse filled his nose, and the sound of a big knife chopping on the ground came from behind him.

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

"Dang!"

The short knife chopped the back of the zombie's head, like cutting steel. Except for cutting off a few strands of hair like dry grass, it did not cause any damage.

Instead, Zhang Yuanqing was shocked by the force transmitted back from the handle of the knife, and the weapon almost slipped out of his hand.

"Copper skin and iron bones?"

Zhang Yuanqing was horrified, and then saw the zombie turn around quickly, raised his hands with black and sharp nails, and grabbed his shoulders.

The pain came immediately.

The black and sharp nails pierced his skin, and the bright red blood stained his coat.

The smell of blood stimulated it, and scarlet light surged from the depths of its bulging eyeballs. The zombie opened its fangs, spewed out a foul-smelling gas, and bit Zhang Yuanqing's neck fiercely.

The purification effect of the candlelight was still there, and he did not lose his mind because of fear. With a thought, the fluorescent blue inventory appeared, and he had an extra talisman in his hand.

Thump, thump, thump... The zombie that was still ferocious and violent just a moment ago retreated again and again when it saw this talisman paper, as if avoiding snakes and scorpions.

It works, it is afraid of me, it has a certain amount of wisdom... Zhang Yuanqing endured the pain from the wounds on his arms, tightened his muscles, stared at the zombies, shouldered the vengeful spirits, and slowly retreated step by step.

As he retreated, he prayed that the female ghost in the well would not show up to cause trouble.

During this process, the zombie let out a creepy roar from its rotten throat, and stared at Zhang Yuanqing with scarlet eyes.

Fortunately, I don't know if it was because of the zombies or because Zhang Yuanqing walked backwards, the female ghost in the well did not appear. Zhang Yuanqing withdrew from the East Courtyard and returned to the quadrangle. He didn't dare to stop for a step, stumbling towards the main hall. When he approached the flying eaves of the main hall, an illusory and shrill scream rang in his ears.

His shoulders lightened, and all negative effects dissipated.

....

"Huff, huff..."

In the main hall, Zhang Yuanqing leaned against the lattice door and panted, his legs and feet spasming uncontrollably.

This was partly out of fear, and partly a physiological reaction after the adrenaline faded.

After he rested for a few minutes, the adrenaline faded, and the wound on his arm began to hurt. He took off his coat and T-shirt with a grimace, only to see that his two arms were scratched and bloody, and the blood flowing out was red and black.

It was obvious that the zombies' nails contained a strong poison.

The situation suddenly became worse.

"There is no disinfectant here, no tetanus shot, how fast will the corpse poison attack? I won't be poisoned to death, right?"

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

He bathed in the candlelight, and his emotions were gradually soothed.

"I'm now poisoned by corpses, so I can't delay 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 seek a way to crack it.

It was a steady and steady plan.

Then, inspired by playing games with his aunt, he found patterns and methods, and made a second relatively risky plan.

Try to conquer the red dancing shoes.

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

Guan Ya said that there is a certain probability of conquering it by breaking the rules of rule-based props.

"With my ability, it is unlikely that I can stick the yellow paper talisman on the forehead of a zombie by myself."

To stick the talisman on the forehead of a cruel, terrifying and intelligent Yin creature is like a child holding a knife and fighting an adult. Although adults are afraid of the blade, it does not mean that a child can really hurt an adult.

Zhang Yuanqing did not delay any longer, stood up with the help of the lattice door, stepped over the threshold, and came to the courtyard in front of the main hall.

This is where he first encountered the red dancing shoes.

The full moon is like a disk, the old house, the weeds, and the shadows of the trees are swaying.

He waited and waited... He stood in the weeds for a long time, alert to the changes around him, but he never waited for the red dancing shoes to appear.

The shoes seemed to have no fixed territory. At first, they followed him when he entered the temple, then appeared in the courtyard, and now no one knew where they went.

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

As soon as he turned around, his body suddenly froze.

"Da Da..."

Between him and the main hall, a pair of red dancing shoes with a dark red glow were rising and falling, as if an invisible person was wearing them and stepping on the spot.

The footsteps echoed eerily in the empty and silent night.

Can you change the way it appears? It's always so scary... Zhang Yuanqing's soul, which was almost scared out of his wits, slowly returned to its place and swallowed quietly.

Although he was looking forward to its appearance, when facing this strange dancing shoe, Zhang Yuanqing still felt that his san value was decreasing uncontrollably...

The red dancing shoes continued to step on the spot, and the heels hit the ground with a crisp sound. The echoes overlapped, making it more lonely and more terrifying.

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

[Would you like to dance with me? If you are willing, please step on the spot. ]

This message appeared next to the red dancing shoes, as if it was talking to itself.

It really asked to dance, and if you don't dance with it, you will be killed. These shoes are terrible... Zhang Yuanqing had no choice but to make a desperate bet, because he found out that the red shoes cut off his retreat.

It appeared between Zhang Yuanqing and the main hall.

If the dance failed, he would definitely die.

Is it a coincidence? Or did the shoes do it on purpose? Does it have wisdom too... Zhang Yuanqing gathered his thoughts, settled his emotions, and visualized his father's appearance in his mind.

At the same time, he raised his foot to step.

Ta-da... It was like turning on the switch of this prop. Along with his stepping, the rhythm of the red shoes up and down changed, and there was a very fast tap.

It was tap dance, with a sense of rhythm and very fast speed. The loud "tap" sound echoed in the silent night sky and in the abandoned ancient temple.

Under the moonlight, among the weeds, on the path paved with soft cobblestones, a pair of red shoes danced alone, with an indescribable seductive beauty.

Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes wide, letting his pupils absorb the moonlight, staring at the red shoes. He didn't need to remember deliberately, he just needed to take the other person's steps into his eyes.

At the same time, his heart was beating fast like an overloaded engine, his ears were full of noisy noises, and countless broken pictures flashed in his mind.

The brain began to automatically receive information from the outside world, the sound of the wind, the slightly bent posture of the wild grass, the frequency of the swaying leaves of the locust tree in the distance, the posture and frequency of the red shoes tapping...

The brain that received the information quickly analyzed and memorized.

A few minutes later, the red shoes stopped contentedly, stepped back with the left foot, and stood on tiptoe.

This posture looks weird, but if someone wears it, it is a standard kneeling ceremony.

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

[It's your turn! ]

In a few minutes, it danced hundreds of rhythms, and the steps were different, which was beyond the shorthand ability of ordinary people.

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

Then, his brain fell into a strange state, and the pictures of the past few minutes were played back frame by frame.

"Da Da Da Da..."

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

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

Seeing that it was not abnormal, Zhang Yuanqing was relieved and began to dance with full concentration.

Tapping, spinning, jumping in a small range, crossing left and right feet... He danced very slowly, with a clumsy and ugly posture, which was simply unbearable compared to the smooth movements of the red dancing shoes.

But the slow-paced dance steps can ensure that there are no mistakes.

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

His nasal cavity was filled with warm liquid, which flowed down his lips and jaw, but he didn't bother to wipe it off and stared at the red shoes.

Whether he could walk out of the spiritual realm alive and successfully complete the trial.

It all depends on now.

[Your dancing skills are as bad as ever! ]

The red shoes popped up such a message, and then it turned into a dark red glow and dissipated in the night.

Then, Zhang Yuanqing heard a cold voice in his mind:

[Ding! You accompanied the red shoes to complete a dance. Congratulations on being appreciated by the red shoes, but because your dancing skills are too poor, the red shoes will only appreciate you for half an hour. Good luck! ]

Zhang Yuanqing collapsed to the ground like a faint, his face pale, and his brain throbbing.

Half a minute later, the symptoms eased, and he sat up with a pale face, eager to open the inventory.

In the second grid, there was 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 Dancing Shoes]

[Type: Shoes]

[Function: Tracking, Hunting]

[Introduction: Its former owner was a princess of a kingdom in the West. The princess was born 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 in a tower. The lonely princess danced alone in the cold moonlight and finally died. This pair of red dancing shoes inherited her will, began to wander, and never stopped dancing alone. ]

[Note 1: Use form 1: Throw the red dancing shoes at the designated target (you can also lock the target through the target's blood, hair and skin cells as a medium), it will chase the target endlessly. During the pursuit, ignore any physical obstacles, cannot escape, cannot be destroyed, until the target dies, or dance with it, the type of dance is not limited. ]

[Use form 2: Wearing red dancing shoes can increase agility, improve dodge ability, ignore terrain and run without paying physical strength. The only thing you need to pay attention to is that you can only wear it for five minutes at a time. If the time exceeds the limit, the red dancing shoes will never be taken off, and you will run with it until the end of life, or cut off both feet. ]

[Remark 2: Don't dance with me? All of you will die. ]

It's a magical artifact... Zhang Yuanqing was very excited after reading the prop attribute introduction.

This is a rule-based prop?

It's ridiculously powerful.

The previous yellow paper talisman and candle, the item introduction is relatively simple, just a few sentences, and the item information of this pair of red dancing shoes is long and detailed.

From this point alone, you can see the uniqueness of the red dancing shoes.

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

Zhang Yuanqing noticed the countdown next to the item column and felt a pity.

If he could own such a divine weapon, it would play a huge role in reality or in other spiritual realms in the future.