C51 Tiger Descends Ping Yang(1)

The sudden turn of events stunned me. How could such a thing happen?

Will these terrifying scarabs turn around and attack me? Just as I was worrying about my own flesh and blood, the beetles turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared. They came and left quickly.

This scene is too terrifying, my heart pounded for a long time. Only then did the white skeleton slowly fall down. There is not a trace of flesh and blood left on the white skeleton. My throat is constantly filled with acid. At this moment, my fatal wound slowly recovered. It was as if nothing had happened.

I clearly felt Atma's necklace change in an instant. I recalled the satisfied expression on Atma's face when she hung the necklace around my neck. This was clearly a very precious talisman. Could it be that the function of the talisman is to automatically summon scarabs to devour the enemy when the enemy hurts you? How could Atma have such a strange item?

I looked at Atma's talisman repeatedly, not knowing what to feel in my heart.

After the tomb raider's torment, I can no longer calm down and cultivate. I had just witnessed an ugly drama of humanity's darkness, and also experienced the terrifying scene of the scarabs devouring the human body. My nerves are obviously not made of iron wire, I have to relieve my emotions... Only then can I continue to cultivate.

I have decided to make a trip to Lut Gholein to drink some wine. Repair Just a moment. His own mood. I grabbed a handful of gold coins and gems that were buried. What I wanted to do the most right now was to take a bath. The aura of death in my body made me want to vomit.

I climbed out of the tomb and felt that the weather was getting hotter. I can no longer walk in large strides like before. My body has become unusually weak. Everything had to start from scratch, even though this was my choice without hesitation. However, I am still not used to becoming a weak Warlock. I walked in the desert for six days. When I entered the city gate of Lut Gholein, it was almost dusk.

As I walked on the street, I felt that many people were looking at me strangely. I know that my current appearance is no different from a beggar, but in the past, I also came from the desert in such a dirty manner. I have never received so many gazes. I couldn't figure out the reason, so I stopped thinking about it. I didn't go to Atma's bar, even though Atma's unique ale made me miss it. I couldn't stand the grateful expressions of others. Also... That strange, even evil scarab talisman made me not have the mood to face its old owner.

I chose a tavern on the west side of the city and entered the tavern. The boss looked at me as if I was a passerby on the street, extremely surprised. He was extremely disgusted. However, when I took out the gold, the boss's disgusted expression changed. Who has a grudge with gold? Money is really good stuff. No wonder people die of wealth.

The first thing I asked for was a large wooden bucket for bathing. That wooden bucket doesn't seem to be very clean. I can't be bothered to pay attention to it anymore. I took off my clothes. I went into the water. The warm water made my muscles relax. Taking a bath is also a rare enjoyment. In order to wash my dirty body and get rid of the nauseating death aura, I almost used up all of my soap.

After washing all the dirt on my body and changing into clean clothes, I felt that my mental state was extremely good. I whistled as I sat in front of the bronze mirror.

Brother! Who are you? I was shocked. I almost couldn't recognize myself anymore. My strong muscles are gone. Although my figure is still very tall, my body size is clearly much smaller. I feel that my current appearance is a bit like a bamboo pole. Looking at my face again, it can't be considered handsome to begin with. This time, I can completely fall into the miserable camp. My face is deathly pale. Even my lips are no longer red, and my eyes are deeply sunken. Other than the outline, which seems to be quite resolute, it looks like a corpse that just crawled out of the tomb. It must be because I haven't seen the sun for too long, I console myself. I look at my own hair again, it's all white, my hair is actually all white.

I thought of puzzle-solver's image, and my whole body turned pale. My god, going out like this would really scare people. No wonder everyone looked at me with such a strange expression. When Talitha sees me again, will she not dare to recognize me? That pale and miserable skin makes me hate myself.

With mixed feelings, I was stunned for a while in the room, "You don't need to care too much about the change in appearance. Originally, I wasn't considered handsome. Talitha wouldn't dislike me. No matter what, I'm one step closer to the goal of reviving Talitha. I should congratulate her. " Thinking about how I have not eaten for more than a year, I must properly reward myself today.

Even in the early summer, the weather was hot. I drank some iced ale. Although the taste of this wine wasn't as unique as Atma's brew, for someone like me who hasn't eaten for more than a year, it was already very enjoyable. Cold wine flows down my throat into my stomach as I moan in comfort.

"Buddy, bring more wine. It needs to be ice, hurry up." A melodious voice that sounded like a silver bell rang out from the neighboring table. I glanced sideways at the neighboring table. A strange woman was drinking alone. The speed at which she drank was very fast. She raised her head and drank a cup. The weather was already a bit hot, and she was wearing a cloak. Her entire body was covered tightly, and only her pair of white jade-like hands were exposed.

"Hey, you have some problems. It's such a hot day, yet you're still wearing a tight cover." A few hoodlums came to the strange person's table and said, "It's likely that there's something wrong with your brain."

"Get lost!" The woman said coldly. Although her tone was cold, her voice was very sweet.

"Oh, it's a little girl. She has quite a temper. Let big brother see your true face." A gangster actually squatted down to look at the girl's face.

"Wow! Good boy." The gangster was shocked. He opened his mouth and said nothing.

"Mo, are you stupid? the thug asked. Is this girl too ugly?" The strongest thug asked loudly.

"So beautiful..." That hoodlum's brain seemed to be short of oxygen, and his tongue was even bigger.

"Huh?" I felt a wave of disgust in my heart. Why does such a wretched thing always happen? I thought evilly, I'll turn all of you pests into skeletons and let you walk randomly on the streets.

"If you disappear a little later, I guarantee that you will regret why you were born." The woman threatened fiercely.

"Haha, spicy enough, I like it. Beauty, don't be angry. I'll accompany you for a drink. " The hoodlum reached out his hand indecently to pull the woman's cloak.

Pa! I don't know what happened, but in a trance, my wine cup was directly aimed at the hoodlum's head!

What's wrong with me? I'm already a few hundred years old, I shouldn't be so impulsive, right? I feel strange in my heart. Could it be that cultivation has changed my personality a little? My emotions are exceptionally excited, and my mind is filled with thoughts of turning them into skeleton warrior.