Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

Chapter 870

"Oh!"

Ling Yanyan was knocked down again, and blood gushed out.

This time, Ling Yanyan was completely incapacitated, collapsing to the ground and panting, "You son of a bitch! If you've got the guts, fight me head-on! What kind of skill is a sneak attack?"

"Oh!"

The mummified corpse ignored him, rushed forward, and slapped Ling Yanyan on the back with 3.8 slaps, sending him flying and crashing hard into the cave wall.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, Ling Yanyan's body was embedded in the cave wall.

Ling Yanyan felt excruciating pain all over his body, blood kept spilling from his mouth, and his face was as pale as paper.

Ling Yanyan struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then glared at the dried corpse and said hatefully, "You bastard, you wait, if I get out of here alive today, I'll definitely kill you!"

Ling Yanyan has been a spoiled brat since childhood, used to being arrogant and domineering. He has never been beaten like a dog before.

"Boom!"

Just as Ling Yanyan was gritting his teeth in frustration, a deafening roar suddenly came from the outside.

Ling Yanyan was greatly alarmed.

"Oops!".

Ling Yanyan's expression changed, and without thinking twice, he immediately ran towards the end of the passage.

"Crack!"

Not long after Ling Yanyan ran into the passage, the sound of a mechanism operating rang out, and the entire cave collapsed instantly, blocking Ling Yanyan's retreat.

Upon seeing this, Ling Yanyan's heart skipped a beat, and his face turned ugly.

The traps here are actually a series of interconnected traps, and they are even three-tiered traps that block the passage.

Ling Yan took a deep breath, suppressing the panic in his heart, and began to think of a way to escape.

He knew he was in a very dangerous situation, but he did not give up. Instead, he sat cross-legged, silently recited incantations, tried to recover his strength, and prepared to wait for an opportunity to escape.

"Roar!"

While Ling Yanyan was healing, the mummified corpse inside the cave became agitated, frantically attacking the surrounding stone walls, seemingly trying to break free of the stone coffin and escape.

Ling Yanyan frowned, not understanding why the mummified corpse behaved so differently from ordinary humans.

However, Ling Yanyan dared not think too much about these problems, because he had no idea how to solve the problem of the mummified corpses.

Suddenly, footsteps came from inside the cave, getting closer and closer.

Ling Yanyan was startled and quickly composed himself, looking warily at the cave entrance.

A burly, imposing figure slowly entered the cave. After seeing the other person's appearance clearly, Ling Yan Yan breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The figure in front of him was a man, about forty years old, with a thick beard, a rugged face, wearing a gray cloth shirt, and holding a large black iron hammer, looking very imposing.

Ling Yanyan looked at the man and asked in confusion, "Senior, who are you? Why are you trapping us?"

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, the man raised an eyebrow and coldly retorted, "You brat, you don't need to know who I am. You just need to tell me, who are you?"

Why are you here? "

Ling Yan Yan hesitated slightly, then pointed to the dried corpse on the ground and said calmly, "It was a bandit. I was being chased and had no choice but to run here. I didn't expect to accidentally enter this strange cave."

"Are you a rogue cultivator?" the man asked, slightly surprised.

“That’s right, I am a rogue cultivator.” Ling Yanyan nodded, then added, “Moreover, I am also an inscription master.”

"An inscription master?" The man raised an eyebrow, asking with interest, "You understand inscription?"

Ling Yanyan nodded proudly and said, "Of course, my grandfather is the top inscription master in Qingyan City, and he taught me many things."

"Hmph! It's just a trivial skill." The man sneered and mocked.

Ling Yan Yan narrowed his eyes and said, "Sir, may I ask which inscription master you are?"

The man sneered, "I am Zhao Chengyun, a master of inscription."

"So you are a master of inscription. This junior pays respects to Master Zhao." Ling Yanyan quickly knelt on the ground.

Although Ling Yanyan was arrogant and domineering, he still held the Grandmaster of Inscription in the highest esteem.

After all, inscription techniques are one of the most prestigious disciplines on the Xuanling Continent.

"Inscription Master?" Ling Yanyan was stunned. He thought it was some inscription master, but he didn't expect it to be an Inscription Grandmaster.