Cthulhu in the Sharingan

All the students in the school are at fault, whether they are those who watch indifferently or those who take action to bully.

This kind of thing has quite a stench. Maybe their crime is not worthy of death, but...the fire in No. 6 Middle School burned so many people to death, how come this one was left out?

"Kill?"

Su Chi, who was hiding in the dark, asked himself in a cold voice.

Even though Shi Sanxiang had already left with the shadow clone, Su Chi relied on the super speed of the Uzumaki bloodline to restore spiritual power and really started a fight.

I'm afraid most people in the fourth realm don't see enough.

As for the fifth realm, with a starting spiritual power of 8,000 points, Su Chi didn't dare to make big claims.

It's okay to compete for a while, but if you want to win, it's probably a bit difficult to rely on spiritual power alone.

On the other side of the scenic spot, in addition to Huang Mao, who had bullied his sister, there were two fellow staff members, carrying extremely retro lanterns and walking mysteriously up the mountain.

"No, one of those two people is from a foreign race." Su Chi glanced at them. Well, something felt wrong. After carefully sensing it, he couldn't help but frown.

If it is a foreign race,

Being together with this guy Huang Mao, could he be from the White Night Church?

Thinking of this, Su Chi focused more on concealing his aura.

Membership of the White Night Church is at the lowest level of the fifth realm.

I have already lost one eye. If I lose another eye, I will really be unable to see anything.

This group of people walked to the halfway point of the mountain and headed into the undeveloped jungle.

Because he was afraid of being discovered, Su Chi didn't follow very closely along the way, but he could still vaguely hear the vague conversation between them.

The foreign man leading the group seemed to be called Brother Hei.

"Are you sure that the real intersection of the Soul King's Tomb is here?" Hei Ge frowned and asked.

Huang Mao nodded repeatedly: "I have been here for ten years. I can't be wrong. As long as we open the mechanism in front, we can enter the Tomb of the Spirit King."

Brother Hei: "Ahu, can you open it?"

The young man known as Ahu stepped forward to observe it carefully and nodded slowly: "To be able to make the official book so lifelike, the Mohist family, which was once so brilliant, really makes people yearn for it."

"However, this is not a problem for me. I just need to find the location of the birth gate, like here."

Ahu stretched out his hand and groped around on the tree for a while. Soon he raised the corner of his mouth slightly, grabbed a piece of bark with his left hand and twisted it 30 degrees clockwise.

Door,

It's open.

Half of Ah Hu's palm was already inside the tree. He turned around with a smile and said, "I didn't expect that in addition to the mechanism lock, there was also a specially equipped illusion barrier. What was the identity of this Spirit King during his lifetime?"

"Hmph, don't talk about things you shouldn't know."

The cold gaze was on Ahu, and the threat in Brother Hei's eyes was undisguised.

Taking a step back slightly, Ahu lowered his head and held his fists tightly behind his back. Obviously, this guy and Brother Hei were obviously not the same person.

Perhaps he was brought here because he was good at mechanisms and the like.

A group of three people walked in. Su Chi lingered outside for a while. He didn't know what was going on inside the tomb.

In case you go in, you have to find a specific way to get out, or simply a hall.

That's a little bit not good.

"Just wait a minute. This world is weird and mysterious. There are ghosts everywhere. It seems normal to have a few rice dumplings."

Su Chi looked at the tree and quietly hid himself.

No matter what they went into the tomb for, they would always come out.

His hands formed a seal, and a burst of white smoke flashed past.

A shadow clone appeared in front of Su Chi, but soon the shadow clone dispelled itself.

Su Chiying's clone, who had already arrived at home, was suddenly stunned. He grabbed the Shisanxiang that had just been placed on the ground, used the transformation technique, turned around and jumped out of the window.

Through the shady secrets and imperfect surveillance equipment in the old city.

The shadow clone took the suitcase and got into a taxi.

"If I had known better, I wouldn't have brought Shisanxiang home just because of that little caution." The shadow clone sighed in his heart.

………

………

in the tomb,

It can be said that there are many institutions. The Mohist family in ancient times was at its peak, although it fell into decline very quickly.

Flying needles, fire arrows, poisonous insects.

The three of them tasted almost everything.

Brother Hei was walking at the front, holding a knife in his hand, with a cold expression: "Follow me closely, or you will die, but don't blame me for being unkind and unjust."

A trace of disgust flashed across Ahu's face, but in the face of life-threatening danger, he followed Huang Mao and hid behind Brother Hei.

"Although I don't know what you want to do, there are only three ways to prevent theft in any tomb. They cannot be found, cannot be opened, and cannot be taken away. What's more, the yin energy in this place is very strong. If you move things arbitrarily, it will be very dangerous. It might lead to monsters like Zongzi.”

As he went deeper into the lair, the uneasiness on Ahu's face became more and more intense, and the experiences passed down from his ancestors were almost always warning him.

It's extremely dangerous here!

"Who told you that I came here to rob tombs? Whether it's the real tomb inside or the fake tomb outside, I really don't care about the things inside."

The expression on Brother Hei's face was very contemptuous. He turned around and cut a flying insect in half that tried to get close to him.

Unlike his arrogant appearance in school, the yellow-haired man next to Heige seemed timid and lived like a dog.

The tomb was extremely deep, and the lantern in Heige's hand emitted a dim light, dimly illuminating the surroundings.

Although it was difficult to tell the direction here, the patrol compass would lose its effect due to the strong magnetic field, but it could not withstand the roulette wheel in Ah Hu's hand.

The three walked side by side in the passage. The road was not wide, and it could barely accommodate three people. But after walking dozens of steps, the space suddenly opened up.

There was a tomb door in the distance, with ancient stone pillars standing at both ends, and charming red gems inlaid on it, and colorful sculptures like terracotta warriors were placed around it.

"We're here, don't move!"

Ah Hu suddenly seemed to have discovered something and shouted.

Hei's leg, which was about to take a step forward, shrank back and frowned: "Did you find anything?"

"Using other people's energy to nourish your own corpse? This Spirit King... No, is this really the Spirit King's Tomb!" Ah Hu's pupils widened and he yelled at Hei.

Hei slapped Ah Hu's hand away with a cold expression: "What are you talking about?"

"The main tomb in front is fake, no, it can't be said that way, there are two tombs here, or tombs in tombs."

Ah Hu looked at the colored sculptures on both sides with fear. There was no Yin energy in this place.

I'm afraid,

there will be great danger.