1121. Tusi King's Tomb (66) Floating Corpse with Golden Bones

“Squeak——”

The speeding motorcycle suddenly turned and almost flipped over. The little white tiger had just crawled over from the back seat and had not yet stood firmly when it fell into Yi Ling’s cassock. Like a little seal that had flipped over, its claws flapped vigorously, but it remembered not to damage Yi Ling’s clothes. Without stretching its claws, the pads of its flesh flapped back and forth, which was a little embarrassing and cute. The cute Yi Ling’s hands were itching.

He must not flip over. With a twist of his wrist, the motorcycle was straightened back and continued to drive towards the village. The wild road was very bumpy. The motorcycle often flew off the ground with two wheels and landed with a bang. The bumpy people would fly off the car, not to mention the little white tiger who had not yet been tossed out. The cassock was blown by the wind and rustled. It didn’t take long for the little white tiger to be completely wrapped in it.

Worried about affecting Yi Ling’s driving the motorcycle, An Xuefeng didn’t bother to wrap it up. Who knew that within a few minutes, it felt a hand approaching and rubbing it through the cassock.

Yi Ling was actually driving with one hand!

In such a wild place! How long has he been in contact with motorcycles? He dared to drive with one hand, he was desperate!

"Woo woo!"

Through the cassock, the little white tiger bit Yi Ling's finger as a warning, not light or heavy. But Yi Ling didn't feel the pain, not only did he not restrain himself, but he went even further to gently pry the little tiger's fangs and grind its tongue tip, until An Xuefeng shrank his head alertly, closed his mouth tightly, and the whole little tiger shrank firmly in Yi Ling's arms, he didn't move further, but just stroked the tiger ball in the cassock from time to time, feeling good.

An Xuefeng could originally turn into a little tiger, this is because his white tiger's power is better controlled and more freely controlled. The ability to release and collect power is a very impressive advancement. Yi Ling thinks this is related to the jade order that most likely represents the mountain god or the chieftain king. An Xuefeng accepted the jade order and undertook the mission. He had a vague connection with the Linjun with the purest blood deep in Wuluo Mountain.

The villagers of Zhima Tower recognized him as the White Tiger, which was completely different from the Tusi King who had the purest bloodline and the greatest power back then.

If An Xuefeng could really expel the Salt God completely - kill the Salt God, his strength would be further improved. In a sense, this is also a repetition of the history of the original Linjun (the one who turned into a white tiger after death).

Yi Ling drove at the fastest speed with one hand, and stroked the warm and heavy tiger ball in his arms with one hand, thinking in his heart.

If An Xuefeng could really obtain the identity of the original Linjun, it would be interesting to face the one in the Tusi King's tomb.

Will the army with mountains of corpses in the tomb listen to the White Tiger or the Tusi King?

If he could gain control of the Tusi King's tomb, he should have more trump cards when facing the mountain god of Wuluo Mountain.

While thinking, Yi Ling's expression suddenly changed slightly, as if he was listening to something, and then he raised his mouth with a smile, and in a good mood, he pulled the tiger's hair through the cassock.

"I caught a fish."

He laughed softly, and his voice was blown away by the cold wind.

Yi Ling drove the motorcycle with An Xuefeng and left first, and Yu Mi followed under the soil to escort them, but in fact he also left Die Da to park next to Tianci's tomb and wait quietly.

Sure enough, half an hour after they left, a blue-white swollen floating corpse quietly floated to the surface and climbed ashore. From crawling to standing up, some soft and broken rotten meat and swollen skin fell off the floating corpse and rotted on the river beach. As more rotten meat fell off, the bones of the floating corpse were faintly exposed from the holes where the flesh was missing. Those were not the bones of a normal person. Die Da flew over slowly, like a white flower floating in the air. Through Die Da's eyes, Yi Ling saw golden light emerging from the rotten meat.

The bones of the floating corpse were actually golden! It was as if it was made of gold. It was incredible that this kind of bone could move freely. But Yi Ling soon found out why. As the floating corpse walked faster, the rotten meat on its legs almost fell off, revealing the golden leg bones and toe bones. The joints were wrapped in gray-white salt layers, like movable balls that clamped the joints, making it more flexible after throwing away the rotten meat. The running speed also increased, and the goal was very clear. It was chasing them from a distance.

It was indeed related to the Salt God.

Yi Ling thought, thinking of the skeletons inlaid with gold that they collected underwater. If those stone figurines were considered the dead soldiers guarding the bronze coffin, they were soldiers and subordinates, then the skeletons inlaid with gold should have a higher status than them. They might be the direct bloodline of the bronze coffin zombies in the past, or the wizards under his command.

But when they were underwater, the black slurry in the eyes of those stone figurines brought a lot of danger to An Xuefeng, but the skulls inlaid with gold did not react. They were packed in waterproof bags by Yi Ling and are still piled on the luggage rack of the motorcycle. This is actually a bit strange.

Now it seems that this floating corpse with rotten meat and golden bones is likely to be the leader of those golden skeletons. It's just that it was polluted and controlled by the Salt God, and the gold-embedded skulls didn't play their due role - no wonder the Salt God escaped the escort of the bronze coffin zombie. Gold can resist the pollution and corrosion of salt. Maybe these gold-embedded skulls may be the main force of the bronze coffin zombies to guard the Salt God. Who knows when this floating corpse with all golden bones was eroded and controlled by the Salt God.

Is it because it has meat on its body, which was polluted by the Salt God into salted meat, and ran away with the bones and then gradually penetrated into the bones?

In any case, the salt chunks on this golden bone are most likely part of the body of the Salt God! Yi Ling made some calculations and felt that he could at least get the limbs of the Salt God, and he suddenly felt very energetic.

Zhimata Village has the Eye of the Salt God, and there may be some remaining Salt Gods in the village where Bai Feibai and the others go. If you do the math, they will almost have all the Salt Gods. It would be much easier to kill the Salt God in this way. It would be troublesome if he scattered his body parts everywhere.

"really not bad."

Yi Ling smiled and ordered Die Da to chase the floating corpse at a constant distance and not to be discovered by it. He stopped the car and took out the bandage covering his eyes from his cassock - he originally thought it was annoying to wear something on his face, but since it was just him and An Xuefeng, he simply didn't wear it. As a result, the cold wind blowing along the way made my face stiff. The motorcycle borrowed from the villagers did not have a helmet and could not block it at all.

Just cover your face with a bandage.

"Huh? Sleeping?"

Yi Ling put the bandage in his arms and wrapped it around the little white tiger while the car was jolting. He took the little white tiger out and was surprised to find that it fell asleep. The tip of the pink nose was breathing hot air, and the tip of the tail was trembling, as if he was not sleeping peacefully. He was not very happy when he was taken out of his arms, and his round and strong head arched into Yi Ling's hand.

I really don’t have the slightest bit of caution.

Yi Lingqu raised his fingers and rubbed the little white tiger's chin, then touched its throat with his fingers. Listening to the little white tiger's snoring in his sleep, his alert body relaxed and stretched. He stretched out his front paws and yawned. The petals of the tiger's claws open like flowers.

He might be able to break the little tiger's neck now. Yi Ling thought to himself that he could feel that An Xuefeng's power had converged to the extreme, and the one nestled in his arms looked like a real ordinary white tiger cub. Little tiger cubs are not too dangerous to ordinary people, let alone in Yi Ling's hands. As long as the corn shoots have tentacles, they can be easily crushed.

"That's weird. You shouldn't have lost your guard so quickly."

Yi Ling tapped the tip of the little tiger's nose, put it between his legs, and carefully wrapped the straps around his entire face.

It was a bit strange for An Xuefeng to come up from Tianci Tomb.

I have sexual desire due to my appetite, and it can be said that the basic needs are the same. But Yi Ling didn't expect An Xuefeng to be seduced by him.

Is it the impact of pollution?

That white ball?

"It seems we have to speed up."

Yi Ling muttered to himself, wrapped his face, stuffed the little white tiger back into his arms, and started the motorcycle again. An Xuefeng was like a towering mountain when he was next to his companions, which should have helped stimulate his willpower and allow him to recover faster.

"Buzz-"

The high-speed spinning wheels of the motorcycle ran over the dead grass and rushed forward at a very fast speed. They would soon reach the village.

The little white tiger curled up into a ball fell asleep in Yi Ling's arms. This visit to Tianci's tomb brought a lot of pollution. The most troublesome was the time when he personally took the white ball. Even though he and Yi Ling were relieved a little, The remaining pollution remains stubbornly bad. He was able to become the little white tiger because he had deeper control over the power of the white tiger, but he also tried his best to condense his power and concentrate on dealing with the pollution.

In the dream, there were bizarre visions and auditory hallucinations. Sometimes he seemed to be flying in the sky, sometimes falling into the deep sea, sometimes chasing butterflies, and sometimes fighting the sun. The blue-purple butterfly sometimes turned into a white cat with blue eyes, looking at him slyly and cutely, and hooked his finger with its tail. Occasionally he would look like Yi Ling, but he would grow demonic horned bat wings, and he would raise his head and smile provocatively at him. But the images that flashed through were not all good. An Xuefeng occasionally dreamed of teammates' corpses piled into a pyramid, and blood flowing like the Nile under the red setting sun.

No one knows that the pyramid was not originally made of sandy-yellow stones. It also had a layer of limestone as pure white as snow. Only the spire was golden, and the rest was white, like a white-capped snow-capped mountain under the sunlight. The golden summit of the snow-capped mountains is breathtaking. And when the corpses of his companions were piled on top, even the limestone was stained with blood.

The bloody smell blown by the wind and sand made people suffocate as if they had fallen into the deep sea. He did indeed fall into the deep sea. At the bottom of the sea where he could not see his fingers, the Atlantean clams would open their thick shells during the full moon, and the orbs would swallow the moonlight. The essence, the gleaming white light is like phosphorous fire, vaguely illuminating the Daxi continent sinking into the sea. When the deep blue and cold water was stained with the blood of his companions, this former utopia seemed to An Xuefeng to be no different than a tomb. Like the pyramid, it was a place where the lives of his companions were buried.

Can't stop, can't stop, keep going, try every means - The little white tiger in his sleep is restless, kicking his legs and biting his own tail. Ahead is a bloody darkness with no end. But when it breathed rapidly and smelled Yi Ling's breath, it was like an extra butterfly flying in the darkness, flying in front of it, its posture was graceful and moving, but not ethereal.

The butterfly sometimes landed on the tip of its nose and sometimes flew in front, making the darkness no longer seem so hopeless and injecting inexhaustible motivation into An Xuefeng.

But the sweet dream of walking with butterflies soon changed to something else. When An Xuefeng woke up from his dream, he finally dreamed that he was fighting a big cat with a scythe in its teeth, causing the hair to fly everywhere. In the dream, the white tiger was worried that his hair was bald and thick, so he would not be liked by butterflies. An Xuefeng woke up with this heavy heart.

After waking up, he found several enlarged faces in front of him. They were all covered in dust and mud as if they had fallen into a mud pit. Their faces were full of excitement. The fat face was the most conspicuous. When he spoke, the dried mud on his face fell down. Wang Pengpai cried excitedly: "Captain An, Captain An, you finally woke up!"

"Why did you turn into a little tiger!"