Chapter 708 Faceless

By the time Huang Yu arrived in Qingjiang City, it was already ten minutes past midnight.

As soon as he arrived, there were several people waiting here. Like him, these people were 'temporary workers' in the antique trading market.

"If you don't come, we'll leave first."

The leader threw the almost finished cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out. Several other people also got on the bus one after another, leaving a seat for Huang Yu in the back row.

Huang Yu didn't say anything and got into the jeep with them.

The car started quickly, and the location of the cemetery was a farmer's home in the countryside.

For ordinary people, no matter what changes occur in the outside world, it has little to do with them. What they care about most is still their three meals a day. Demons and other such things are not widely spread under the official blockade, and many people think it is feudal superstition. At least this is the case in this land of Xinguo, otherwise Wu Chong, a sister with this body, would not have the same view as before.

"The purpose was discovered yesterday when the villagers were digging a well."

The middle-aged man in the passenger seat in front said.

This time they wanted to steal the contents of Prince Duan's tomb before the authorities did, and the risk was even higher than normal tomb robbing.

"The official blocked the entrance and exit this morning. It took me a lot of effort to find this road. When the mission is over, my credit must be counted one more point than yours."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man glanced at the others.

No one responded, it seemed like they acquiesced.

The car continued to drive forward. After walking for a while, the driver turned the steering wheel and changed direction. The car drove from the main road into a muddy path next to it.

Without the middle-aged man's voice, the car seemed particularly depressing.

These people are all controlled by the market, and no one is in the mood to chat when the situation is precarious.

The jeep was bumping on a country road. This road was not used by cars at all, and it was not clear how the group of people found it. After walking for about twenty minutes, the car went straight into the mountains. This car must have been specially modified, otherwise it would not be so durable.

"Do you know why the market needs so many antiques? With the market's capabilities, there is no need to use these small things." Huang Yu suddenly asked.

These people have been "temporary workers" for longer than him, so they might know something.

"Don't ask for market secrets."

Before Huang Yu could finish speaking, the middle-aged man in the front passenger seat interrupted the topic.

I saw him turning back to look at Huang Yu and speaking word by word.

"It will kill people."

Huang Yu was silent. Seeing the blank expressions of others, he suddenly felt that there was no hope in his life.

Finally, the car arrived at its destination.

The group of people picked up their tools and got out of the car. Judging from their skillful movements, this was not the first time they had stolen ancient tombs for the market. This also deepened Huang Yu's speculation. The market is not invincible, it also needs to follow certain rules!

After entering the tomb passage, the middle-aged man opened the way in front.

He had already been here once before, so it was no problem to lead the way. Just as he was walking, he felt something was wrong.

"It's getting foggy?"

Why is there fog inside the tomb?

This strange change made him stop subconsciously, and at the same time he spoke as a reminder.

"Be careful in this place."

As soon as he said the words, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Looking back, he found that he was the only one left in the passage, and all the people who had gone to the tomb with him had disappeared. In the dark passage, the only sound of silence was his breathing.

‘Nightmare demon? Why does it appear here! ’

The middle-aged man tremblingly took out the mark of the market, hoping that this thing could help him survive the disaster before him.

But before he could lift his feet, the mural on the wall of the passage suddenly came to life. A glutton jumped out from the wall, its smelly mouth pounced on it like a lion.

"Rao"

Click!

The Taotie on the mural took one bite, and the middle-aged man was bitten in half before he could even finish his words. The glutton in the mural did not forget to "clean up the dishes". He stuck out a roll of his tongue and ate the remaining half of the middle-aged man's body. There was only one copper coin left, which rolled out and fell into the corner of the passage.

The 'talisman' given by this antique trading market was of no use at all.

How can you trust something from a profiteer?

Huang Yu in the passage was the second one to feel something was wrong. He was too familiar with the aura of the nightmare demon.

"Nightmare Demon!"

Huang Yu stopped and raised the flashlight.

In the mist, he could vaguely see the figures of other teammates in front of him, but he did not pursue them. Instead, he cautiously stepped back. During the thirty years of being chased by nightmare demons, he had encountered too many similar scenes.

teammate?

Are those things really teammates?

Just after taking a few steps back, he hit the wall. The passage he came from disappeared and turned into a wall.

Tread

The strange footsteps appeared again.

It came from behind, but there was clearly a wall behind!

"Huang Yu, what are you doing? Come here quickly." The 'teammates' in the mist seemed to sense something was wrong. They stopped and started waving to him.

But Huang Yu didn't dare to go there.

Because he never told the middle-aged man his name since he got in the car. The same goes for the others. They, this group of 'temporary workers', didn't even have a name in the antique trading market, but now that the teammates in front of him could call him by his name accurately, they knew there was a big problem without even thinking about it.

Perhaps sensing the problem, the 'teammate' in front of him who waved his arms a few times stopped, and his figure also lost its movement.

Several 'people' stood motionless in the mist.

At this time, the footsteps behind him were closer.

There are 'teammates' blocking the way in front, and unknown pursuers behind. Huang Yu subconsciously glanced at the mark given to him by the market trader, hoping that this thing could make a difference and break the scene in front of him. But it was obvious that he was overthinking it, as the mark remained the same, with no signs of manifestation at all.

"Can't gamble!"

Huang Yu gritted his teeth and chose to move forward.

Although he guessed that the antique trading market would not let him die casually, the guess was just a guess after all. You only have one life and no one dares to bet on it.

He walked forward about thirty meters along the passage.

As he got closer, the backs of the teammates in front of him became clearer, and the fog disappeared.

‘It’s those people in the car before. ’

Huang Yu made a simple distinction and saw the marks of the antique trading market on these people. This is the trace of another demon. In theory, demons don't bother to imitate the abilities of other demons. They seem to have an unknown pride, which is engraved in their souls.

Out of caution, Huang Yu did not approach them.

Regardless of whether these people are former teammates or not, they are now potential sources of danger. Because normal people would not stand here motionless. The most likely possibility is that they are all dead and their bodies were used by the nightmare demon.

"Huang Yu, what are you doing in the ink?"

Just when Huang Yu was about to walk away from them, his teammates who had been silent suddenly spoke.

The man suddenly turned around and faced Huang Yu.

"That's it! It's a waste of time."

"This is a slacking off of the market's mandate."

"You are fishing for money"

All teammates turned their heads and faced Huang Yu.

these people.

Faceless.