Chapter 1850: Realm is too low

The husband was angry, blood splashed three feet, the emperor was angry, and a million corpses fell.
This is not aimless, but there are traces to follow.
Even now, which seems to be more peaceful, there are still instances of monarchs assassinating powerful officials, and one slaughter is full of people.
Therefore, this seemingly calm and peaceful continent, in fact, undercurrents are surging and murderous opportunities continue.
Secretly sighed, "Xing, people suffer, die, people suffer", I leaned down and used the tip of the demon knife to stir the gorgeous clothes on the bones.
As usual, after being exposed to the air, the clothes and pants should be the same as this person's flesh and skin, decayed into dust, but how long has it been, why is there no oxidation effect?
I held my chin and thought for a while, my arm exerted force, and with a fierce pick, I lifted Jin Yihua from the white frame.
The bones were struggling, and they fell into the coffin with a crash. The white, round skull was accidentally knocked on the side of the coffin. With a crisp sound, it rolled to the ground, and then there was another rumbling, hitting it. On the corner of the wall.
With a soft sound, three meters above the skull, a row of large-caliber firecrackers suddenly appeared. Visually, the caliber of the firecrackers was no less than 30 mm.
I was shocked, and secretly said: This thing hits me, it's no good!
Subconsciously wielding two knives, ready to cut the lead bullets one by one.
I still have full confidence in dealing with this kind of organ firecrackers. After all, there is no adventurer to control, it is impossible to attach magic, and the power of natural lead bullets is also greatly limited.
The reason why I was shocked was that I had never seen such a large-caliber firecracker, and I didn't know whether the lead bullet it fired was an independent one or a shotgun.
If it's a single lead bullet, it's easy to handle, but if it's a shot bullet, my clothes can basically be goodbye.
Although I put a lot of daily necessities in my spare backpack, I just forgot to prepare spare clothes.
In other words, once the clothes are destroyed, I have only two choices, either naked and frankly showing others, or peeling off the dead person's clothes and putting them on.
But looking at the black water constantly dripping from the gorgeous clothes, I feel a kind of disgust from the bones.
Ever since, I stared at the firecracker, and secretly prayed that it would shoot a whole lead bullet instead of a shot.
However, the sky failed to fulfill my wish. With a deafening noise, countless black lead bullets shot towards me like celestial flowers. Not only did they cover where I was, but also the other four coffins. The places that may be used for refuge are all covered.
Faced with the overwhelming lead bullets, I felt weak.
You can't die. Even if you don't have the protection of killing intent, they can't cause physical damage to me because of physical strength alone-but they can cause a crit on my spirit!
The clothes seem to be irresistible, even if they are not naked, they will be too rags to bear to look directly.
Desperate, I held up the gorgeous clothes of the deceased with no hope at all, stood in front of me, and faced the thousands of lead bullets.
I just hope that it can serve as a little buffer.
There was a muffled sound, and the rain of lead bullets wrapped me and the surrounding ground together.
With my eyes closed, my heart was ashamed, waiting for the throbbing pain from the lead shot on my body.
However, after waiting for a long time, I didn't see any shock from my body.
Could it be that my bones, bones and skin are so strong that they can't even be shaken by lead bullets?
When he opened his eyes in wonder, he suddenly discovered that the lead bullets shot from his head to his face were all scattered around, forming a carpet of lead bullets.
The Chinese dress that stood in front of me was not pierced by lead bullets, it was not even damaged at all!
This strange situation amazed me.
"What kind of clothes is this?" I said to myself: "Is it so tough?"
"It won't be cloth anyway," Daito said, "I have never seen any cloth that can withstand the baptism of lead bullets."
Spread the garb on the ground and look at it over and over again. No matter how you rub it, you can't see the clue.
After studying for a while, my patience was finally worn out, so I pulled out the demon knife and planned to perform an autopsy on this costume.
"Wait, what are you doing?" Odachi stopped speaking.
"Let's take a look and study the materials" I said: "Maybe it can increase the strength of the equipment."
"Are you a professional craftsman?" Odachi asked, "If not, it is more reliable to give it to the craftsman when you come back."
I pondered for a while, and felt that Taitato was justified, so I gave up my plan to cut the Chinese clothes.
Odachi said again: "I think this dress is not simple, or you can put it in your bag first, maybe you can use it later."
I glanced disgustingly at the still dripping black water, frowned and said, "This is a bit dirty, let's forget it."
"What dirty is it?" Otato retorted, "This black water is oxidized flesh and blood. Why have you never disliked killing monsters and getting water? If you change the color and state, you dislike this?"
"Don't tell me," I said: "The flesh and blood looks better than it, and there is no smelly smell."
"Just treat it as the skin of a carrion puppet," Odachi suggested, "It might be easier to think about it this way."
I hesitated again and again: "Really bring it?"
"It would be better if you can put it on your body directly," Taitadao said: "Not only does it take up space, it might save a lot of trouble."
"...Forget it, I'll put it in a bag."
Stacked the Chinese clothes, stuffed them into the spare backpack, and circled the other four coffins, but didn't open them rashly.
After all, this is an ancient relic that has gone through thousands of years. Even if I don't agree with its value, it is best not to wantonly destroy it.
It represents not only the coffin itself, but also a history of blood and fire.
Ignoring the jewels and gold coins in the corner, I walked straight to the end of the tomb, where a door was closed tightly, and just above the door was carved a hideous animal head.
The erect hair, sharp teeth, and cold and cruel eyes set off this hideous beast head as if it were alive.
Staring at the beast eyes carved from rubies for a while, I exclaimed: "This craftsmanship is amazing, but it's a pity that there is no magical magic."
"I'm afraid it's not as simple as you think." Taitadao said: "I can feel the magical fluctuations in the eyes of these beasts, but since the experience in the sewers of Ai Rui City, your mental power has been inexplicably stronger. I can ignore the impact of this illusion."
"Is there anything else?" I was surprised: "I didn't even know it!"
"What's so surprising?" Data said, "It's easy to know others, but it's hard to know yourself. Only by thoroughly understanding yourself can you be regarded as a real strong person. You, your realm is too low."
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