"Dong......"

Another sound like knocking on the door.

What's next door!

Zhang Yuanqing quickly changed the rusty kitchen knife to a rusty short knife and replaced the wooden stick with a long spear.

Holding the weapon, he ran out of the room lightly, the moonlight was like frost, and it was quiet around.

Zhang Yuanqing bent down and sneaked up to the window.

The paper pasted on the window was already torn. He squatted under the window and carefully raised his head to look in from a broken grid window.

The cold moonlight was compressed into beams of light by the holes 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 quiet room, there were three old coffins, the black paint was mottled, and the coffin covers were covered with dust.

Two corpses lay beside the coffins, wearing protective clothing, and one of them had a copper cone rolling beside its hand.

That cone attracted Zhang Yuanqing's attention. It was half an arm long, made of brass, with inscriptions and carvings on the handle, and exquisitely crafted. The key was that all the weapons were rusty, but it was still shiny and free of rust.

An image suddenly appeared in his mind, one of the hands of the Three Mountain Goddesses, with five fingers clasped together in a grip, but there was nothing in the palm.

"Dong......"

The muffled sound came again, forcing Zhang Yuanqing to move his gaze to the middle coffin.

A sour "creak" sound came, and the coffin lid slowly slid open.

A terrifying figure sat up from the coffin, and a green-black hand reached out and grabbed the edge of the coffin.

Under the moonlight shining through the roof, Zhang Yuanqing saw the appearance of the thing clearly. It was dressed in tattered clothes, its face was swollen, highly decayed, and its lifeless eyeballs protruded.

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

"Hehe~"

It raised its head and exhaled a murky corpse gas towards the moon above its head, revealing two sharp teeth. Zombie? Zombie!!

Zhang Yuanqing felt his PTSD from his uncle’s experience acting up.

So it was a zombie, yes, it should be a zombie, otherwise, what was the point of using a talisman to suppress the corpse? Zhang Yuanqing felt a retreat in his heart. He had obtained enough information to return to the main hall.

But at this moment, his shoulder suddenly sank, and a familiar cold feeling invaded his body, bringing a chilling sensation that made his goosebumps rise.

At this critical moment, the shoulder ghost appeared.

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

In this ancient temple full of crisis, his spirit was highly tense, and it was difficult to devote his attention to counting time. He could only rely on his feelings to estimate, which would cause deviations.

The appearance of the shoulder ghost was the icing on the cake, and the next scene was even worse.

As if smelling the breath of a living person, the zombie sitting in the coffin put down its head, its protruding eyeballs fell, and it looked at the window, looking at the eyes peering outside.

... In the horror of goosebumps rising, Zhang Yuanqing bounced up and turned around to run.

As soon as he turned around, he heard the huge sound of the coffin lid falling to the ground.

Without daring to look back, carrying the shoulder ghost on his back, he ran heavily.

There was another loud "bang", and the door was knocked open.

Zhang Yuanqing ran and turned his head to see the terrifying figure in tattered clothes rushing out of the house, leaping and chasing him like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep.Is this a zombie? Where is it stuck? His face changed drastically, his feet spun, using inertia to complete the turn, and stabbed the zombie's chest with a gun.

The gun butt was stuck to the ground, forming a simple barrier.

At the same time, he saw a grim void in the zombie's chest, as if its heart had been dug out.

Senior Brother? The zombie is the Senior Brother in his notes!

The next moment, the zombie rushed towards him with the long spear, but the thick gun body shattered like a full moon, and then snapped with a "crack".

Without thinking too much, Zhang Yuanqing seized the opportunity created by the long spear and rolled past the zombie's feet, with the stench of corpses filling his nose, and the sound of a big knife hacking into the ground behind him.

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

"Clang!"

The short knife struck the back of the zombie's head like it hit steel, only cutting off a few strands of dry hair without causing any harm.

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

"Copper skin and iron bones?"

Zhang Yuanqing was greatly alarmed, and then saw the zombie quickly turning around, lifting its black and sharp nails, and grabbing his shoulder.

Pain immediately struck.

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

The smell of blood stimulated it, and a crimson light surged from the depths of its bulging eyes. The zombie opened its fangs and sprayed out a foul-smelling gas, fiercely biting towards Zhang Yuanqing's neck.

The purification effect of the candlelight was still in effect, and he did not lose his mind due to fear. With a thought, a blue item bar appeared, and he had a talisman in his hand.

Dong dong dong... The zombie, which was fierce and cruel just a moment ago, saw this talisman paper and kept stepping back, as if avoiding a snake or a scorpion.

It worked, it's afraid of me, it has some intelligence... Zhang Yuanqing endured the pain in his arms, tightened his muscles, and stared at the zombie, carrying the grudges of the ghost, slowly retreating step by step.

As he retreated, the zombie's rotten throat emitted a terrifying low growl, and its crimson eyes stared at Zhang Yuanqing.

Fortunately, whether it was because of the zombie or because Zhang Yuanqing was walking backwards, the female ghost in the well did not show up. Zhang Yuanqing left the east courtyard, returned to the quadrangle courtyard without stopping, and stumbled towards the main hall. When he approached the eaves of the main hall, he heard a ghostly and miserable scream.

His shoulder felt light, and all the negative effects disappeared.

......

"Huff, huff..."

In the main hall, Zhang Yuanqing leaned against the lattice door and gasped for breath, his legs spasming uncontrollably.

Half of it was due to fear, and half was a physiological reaction after the adrenaline subsided.

After resting for a few minutes, the adrenaline subsided, and the wounds on his arms began to ache. He gritted his teeth and took off his coat and undershirt, revealing two flesh and blood arms that had been clawed, with blood flowing out and turning black.

Obviously, the zombie's nails contained a strong poison.

The situation suddenly became bad.

"There is no disinfectant here, no tetanus shot. Will the corpse poison spread quickly? Will I die from poisoning?"

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

He bathed in the candlelight and gradually calmed down.

"I am now poisoned by the corpse, I can't afford to delay any longer, let's go with the second plan directly."Before entering the Lingjing, Zhang Yuanqing had two plans in mind. The first plan was to cautiously explore the Mountain God Temple, gather information, and then seek a way to crack it.

It was a steady and cautious approach.

Then, inspired by playing games with his aunt, he came up with a second, relatively adventurous plan.

To try and tame the Red Dancing Shoes.

Since they were both props, if he could use the yellow paper talisman, why couldn't he use the Red Dancing Shoes?

Guan Ya had said that there was a certain probability of taming rule-type props.

"With my abilities, it's unlikely that I can stick the yellow paper talisman on the zombie's forehead."

To stick the talisman on the forehead of a fierce, terrifying, and intelligent Yin creature was like a child wielding a knife and fighting an adult. Although the adult was wary of the knife, it didn't mean that the child could actually harm the adult.

Zhang Yuanqing didn't delay any longer. He stood up, supported himself on the grid door, stepped over the threshold, and came to the courtyard in front of the main hall.

This was where he first encountered the Red Dancing Shoes.

The round moon hung in the sky, and the ancient mansion, the overgrown grass, and the swaying tree shadows created a desolate atmosphere.

He waited and waited, standing among the weeds for a long time, alert to any changes around him, but the Red Dancing Shoes never appeared.

The shoes seemed to have no fixed place. They followed him into the temple at first, then appeared in the courtyard, and now he had no idea where they had gone.

Zhang Yuanqing sighed helplessly as his physical condition worsened with each passing moment. He turned around and returned to the main hall.

Just as he completed his turn, his body suddenly froze.

"Da da..."

Between him and the main hall, a pair of dark red dancing shoes fell to the ground with a soft thud, as if there was an invisible person wearing them, taking steps in place.

The sound of footsteps echoed eerily in the quiet night.

Can't it have a different entrance every time? It's always so scary... Zhang Yuanqing's almost scared soul slowly returned to its place, and he quietly swallowed his saliva.

Although he had been looking forward to its appearance, when he faced the eerie dancing shoes, Zhang Yuanqing still felt his sanity slipping out of control...

The Red Dancing Shoes continued to dance in place, their heels tapping the ground with a clear sound. The echoes overlapped, making it even more lonely and terrifying.

Suddenly, a fluorescent blue message appeared in Zhang Yuanqing's field of vision:

[Would you like to dance with me? If you do, please dance in place.]

This message appeared next to the Red Dancing Shoes, as if it was talking to him.

As expected, it wanted to dance, and if he didn't dance with it, it would kill him. What a wicked pair of shoes... Zhang Yuanqing had no choice but to take a gamble, because he had noticed one thing: the Red Dancing Shoes had cut off his retreat.

It had appeared between him and the main hall.

If he failed to dance, he was doomed.

Was it a coincidence? Or was it intentional? Did the shoes also have intelligence... Zhang Yuanqing calmed his mind, visualizing his father's face in his mind.

At the same time, he lifted his foot and took a step.

"Da da..." As if he had turned on the switch of this prop, with each step he took, the rhythm of the Red Dancing Shoes, which had been rising and falling, changed, and a fast-paced tap dance began.

It was a tap dance, with a catchy rhythm and lightning-fast speed. The loud "tap" sound echoed in the silent night sky and the deserted temple.

Under the moonlit night, among the weeds and on the cobblestone path, the Red Dancing Shoes danced alone with a strange and indescribable charm.Zhang Yuanqing widened his eyes, letting his pupils take in the moonlight, staring fixedly at the red dancing shoes. He didn't need to deliberately remember, just need to keep the opponent's steps in his eyes.

At the same time, his heart was like an overloaded engine, beating rapidly, surrounded by noisy noises, and countless broken images flashed in his mind.

The brain began to automatically receive external information, the sound of the wind blowing, the posture of the slightly bent weeds, the frequency of the swaying leaves of the distant pagoda tree, the posture and frequency of the red dancing shoes...

The brain that received the information analyzed and memorized it quickly.

A few minutes later, the red dancing shoes stopped satisfiedly, with the left foot crossed and the toes raised.

This posture looked strange, but if someone wore it, it would be a standard knee-bend ceremony.

"Quite polite..." Zhang Yuanqing muttered to himself with blood flowing from his nostrils, then saw a sentence appear above the red dancing shoes:

【It's your turn!】

In a few minutes, it jumped hundreds of rhythms, and the steps were different, which exceeded the average person's shorthand ability.

Zhang Yuanqing steadied himself and took out a small pill from his pocket, holding it in his mouth.

Then, his brain entered a wonderful state, and the scenes from the past few minutes were played back frame by frame.

"Da da da da..."

He jumped a few rhythms with a slow speed and a poor posture, and then carefully examined the red dancing shoes.

If the opponent's standard is exactly the same material, even if he can remember all the rhythms and movements, he cannot complete the task.

Seeing that there was no exception, Zhang Yuanqing was relieved and focused on the dance.

Tap, spin, small jumps, left and right foot cross... He danced slowly, with awkward and ugly movements, which were simply unbearable compared to the flowing movements of the red dancing shoes.

But a slow rhythm can ensure that there are no mistakes.

After seven or eight minutes, Zhang Yuanqing restored all the steps of the red dancing shoes and stopped panting.

His nostrils were full of warm liquid, flowing down his lips and jaw, but he didn't have time to wipe it off, staring at the red dancing shoes.

Whether he can walk out of the spiritual realm alive and complete the trial smoothly depends on now.

【Your dancing skills are as bad as ever!】

The red dancing shoes popped out such a message, and then turned into a dark red light, dissipating in the night.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yuanqing heard a cold voice in his mind:

【Ding! You accompanied the red dancing shoes to complete a dance, congratulations on getting the appreciation of the red dancing shoes, but because your dance skills are too poor, the red dancing shoes only appreciate you for half an hour, good luck!】

Zhang Yuanqing collapsed on the ground like a collapse, his face turned pale, and his brain twitched.

Half a minute later, the symptoms eased, and he sat up with a pale face and eagerly opened the item bar.

In the second grid, there was a pair of red, brand new dance shoes lying.

Staring at the dance shoes for a few seconds, the item information automatically appeared.

【Name: Red Dancing Shoes】

【Type: Shoes】

【Function: Tracking, Hunting】

【Introduction: Its former owner was a princess of a certain kingdom in the West. The princess was born beautiful and good at dancing, and the men of the kingdom were fascinated by her. But the malicious stepmother was jealous of her talent and beauty, and imprisoned her in a high tower. The lonely princess danced alone in the cold moonlight and died in the end. These red dancing shoes inherited her will, began to wander, and danced alone forever.】【Note 1: Form One: Throw the Red Dance Shoes at the designated target (or use the target's blood, hair, or other cells as a medium to lock onto the target), and it will relentlessly chase the target. During the chase, it ignores any physical obstacles, cannot be escaped from, and cannot be destroyed until the target dies, or dances a dance with it, any type of dance is acceptable.】

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【Form Two: Wearing the Red Dance Shoes can increase agility, improve evasion ability, run on any terrain without paying any physical strength. The only thing you need to pay attention to is that you can only wear them for five minutes at a time. If you exceed the time limit, the Red Dance Shoes will never come off, and you will run with them until the end of your life, or cut off your feet.】

【Note 2: Don't dance with me? You'll all die.】

It's a divine artifact... Zhang Yuanqing was excited after reading the item's attributes.

This is a rule-based item?

It's incredibly powerful.

Compared to the previous yellow paper talisman and candle, the item description of these red dance shoes is lengthy.

Just from this, you can see how unique the Red Dance Shoes are.

"Unfortunately, I only have an hour to appreciate them..."

Zhang Yuanqing noticed the countdown next to the item bar, feeling regretful.

If he could own such a divine artifact, it would be of great use to him both in reality and in other Lingjing in the future.

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