Chapter 102: Approaching the Grave Looking at the three talismans in front of him, Wu Xian was disappointed because there was still no talisman-making method that he , why would Wu Xian feel that his luck was so bad? He would lose at rock-paper-scissors, and he would never get what he wanted when playing the card drawing game, so he never liked to play games of luck. Instead, he liked to play games that tested his skills, such as "Shadow Dies Twice". But these three talismans are not bad. The cold spell can make up for his lack of direct attack ability, and freezing water into ice can be used in many scenarios. The extension method can be used to extend the hard qigong, and the life-saving ability is increased from one minute to two minutes, which is also a leap, but the effect only worked once, which made Wu Xian feel something was wrong. As for the injury technique... Wu Xian grinned. He likes this talisman the most because it is very fun! If there is only this mutual injury spell, then this thing can only be regarded as useless. After all, the effect of this spell is not to rebound damage, but the enemy will receive as many attacks as you receive. Even if you can kill the enemy, you will still suffer the same amount of injuries. But Wu Xian has real Qigong!
He has thick skin and is fine with the attacks, but the enemy doesn't have bones of steel! Wu Xian took out the injury technique from the cloud without hesitation, and the statue of the Heavenly Official disappeared on the spot and turned into a colorful smoke. Only eight statues were left in the room. The door on the ground opened with a click. Wu Xian walked up the stairs carefully and did not encounter any danger. He walked out of the grave safely. "It seems that among the eight rooms in this temple, they are purely welfare rooms. They can be regarded as the mercy of the immortal gods to ordinary people in the blessed land." After Wu Xian came out. Wei Dian and Du E both felt relieved and entered one after another. As for what kind of props they got, Wu Xian didn't care. Anyway, they were all happier after they came out. I saw that the doors of other graves were not open. Wu Xian couldn't do anything for the time being, so he picked up some stones of uniform size from the surrounding area and tried to build a small stove. When the people who were collecting supplies came back, if they found food and firewood, he could use this small stove to heat the food. Of course, it is easier to use tombstones as stoves and firewood. But this is somewhat suicidal. During the process of building the stove, Wu Xian saw Guan Daorong's team several times. Every time he saw them, their faces looked ugly. Finally, they stopped on the flat ground and gave up the idea of finding a way out. Aunt He was very disappointed about this. The reason why she followed Guan Daorong's team was that she wanted to leave the cemetery as soon as possible, but she didn't expect that her experience this time was exactly the same as when she was a child, which deepened her psychological trauma. When she came back, she sat on the ground and vividly recounted her experiences on the road. After they went out, they kept walking in one direction, but they didn't go far before they saw the open space again. The second time, the third time... Guan Daorong began to try to leave marks, even drawing lines directly on the ground, but it didn't work, they would return to the same place every time... Some ordinary stories were told with ups and downs by Aunt He. Huo Gai and others listened attentively, but Guan Daorong was very annoyed because he didn't like people emphasizing his failures.
But Wu Xian had already guessed that this would be the case. This place has the ability to create a mysterious wall. When they were still on the bus, the entire bus was circling on the edge of the cliff. Even the bus was affected, let alone people like them who rely on their two legs. Some time passed. Hu Yunkuan also came back with his men. They did gain something, but only a little. There were cemeteries all around, no birds even pooped, and even insects were hard to find. Fortunately, they found the crashed bus and looted some supplies from it. But there weren't many of these supplies. All that could be distributed to each person was a bottle of water, half a sausage, and a curtain and chair cover to make them feel a little cleaner when they rested. There were also some plastic bags to prevent vomiting, a shovel, and a crowbar as collective supplies. With only these supplies, it would be hard to survive even tomorrow, let alone ten or eight days. You know, they haven't eaten since last night! But Wu Xian was in good condition, he had deliberately eaten a full meal. The atmosphere became depressing again. People were emotionally unstable due to hunger. Aunt He kept chattering, saying some discouraging words or making sarcastic complaints. Guan Daorong walked over to Qi Peiye and asked. "Can you be a human being?" Qi Peiye was stunned: "What are you talking about? Are you insulting me?" Guan Daorong snorted coldly: "If we really have to, someone among us will have to sacrifice himself to serve as food for us to get through the crisis." After these words were spoken, everyone fell silent except Aunt He. Qi Peiye was stunned: "You mean..." Guan Daorong grinned: "The person who was sacrificed is, of course, the person that everyone hates!" Aunt He's voice also stopped abruptly. The atmosphere was gradually getting worse. Wu Xian and the other two shared their findings. This gave everyone a shot of adrenaline, and everyone took turns entering between the statues. When they came out, their expressions were much more relaxed, and their spirits had visibly improved. Their anxious moods of fear and anxiety were also relieved. Especially Guan Daorong's changes are the most obvious. Judging from the look in his eyes, it seemed like he was looking for someone to try out his new abilities. Although Wu Xian and his team obtained the intelligence between the temples at great risk, Wu Xian didn't mind making everyone stronger. Everyone will know this information sooner or later, so it is better to tell them in advance to increase their chances of survival so that they can obtain intelligence about the other rooms for Wu Xian.
Just like that, the sky gradually darkened. The family members and the newlyweds were cold and hungry. They had no firewood to make a fire and no food to fill their stomachs. That little bit of supplies had to be kept for life-saving purposes. Except for a few people who couldn't resist and ate the sausages, most people were patient. As the sun set completely, there was still some afterglow of the sunset, and new changes finally appeared! blah blah blah! All five closed doors were opened! This means that all five rooms, including the mourning hall, banquet hall, study, clothing store, and guest room, can be entered! The door of the temple was suddenly closed and could not be opened. The shadows of swaying trees gradually emerged in the surrounding cemeteries, and the figure of the monster was faintly emerging from the trees... Wei Dian chuckled. Wu Xian and Du E also made preparations immediately. This scene tells everyone that they only have one choice left, which is to choose a room and spend the whole night there. Although there are unknown dangers in the room, entering the room is something that must be done if one wants to leave the blessed land. Now everyone has props for worshiping gods, and is not completely without the ability to save their lives. If they stayed in this open space, they would be eaten as midnight snack by the monsters crawling out of the cemetery, and this time, Butler Hu would not come to save them. But even if you want to enter a grave, you have to choose the most suitable one. No one could see what was inside the five tombs. Only from the banquet hall came the sound of music and the enticing aroma of food... The smell stimulated everyone's nose and taste buds, and people realized that if they had to enter a room, the banquet hall was the best choice. Seeing that most people were walking towards the banquet hall, Hu Yunkuan suddenly shouted. "Stop, everyone. No more than five people can enter the banquet hall!" Those who wanted to go to the banquet hall all looked at Hu Yunkuan, especially the newcomers, whose dissatisfaction was written all over their faces. Strength is courage. After having the props for worshiping gods, they no longer feel that there is any essential difference between themselves and the relatives of Wu Xian and Hu Yunkuan. Everyone is capable and has a basic understanding of the blessed land. Why should we listen to you? Hu Yunkuan noticed their looks and a little sweat broke out on his forehead. He was nervous again, but he still tried his best to explain the things clearly to these people. "We don't know the situation in each room right now. If most people enter one room, there is a high possibility that they will be wiped out and no one will survive..." "Also, the first opportunity to enter the room on a large scale is extremely valuable. We need to disperse as much as possible so that we can bring out more intelligence from the room..." (End of this chapter)