The pit dug by the two workers was not too deep, at best it was only three or four meters, which was completely incomparable to the depth of the mausoleum, which was often tens of meters.

The pit had been dug before, like a passage, but then someone sealed it with earth.

We chose a good location, cutting right on top of the tunnel, forming a right angle to a dirt-covered gate not far ahead.

Zheng Fatzi squeezed over with great effort and patted the door with his hand, not caring at all whether there was a mechanism or not.

The gate did not move at all, but a lot of dirt flew on it, and the passage that was not very spacious was suddenly full of dust, and the old white sneezed.

This is an iron door, even if it has been buried in the ground for so many years, it is still very strong, Zheng Fatzi used a dagger to scribble off a layer of soil, we can see that there are many mysterious lines and inscriptions on this iron door.

The most is still the swastika of Buddhism, Luojiao was originally a major branch of the White Lotus-Sect, and the latter was originally a branch of Buddhism, but later the teachings gradually ran all over.

"I'm glad I didn't let you touch this door. "Fat Zheng put one hand on the iron door carelessly, and the other side told us that there was evil magic on this door.

Zheng Fatzi didn't lie to us, a black gas began to spread along Zheng Fatzi's fat hand, and it reached his wrist in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, these days have passed, and his vigilance is getting lower and lower, he really deserves it!" Zheng Fat scolded himself, then turned his head, looked at Jiugong and frowned and shouted: "Do it!"

Jiugong was also unambiguous, his god was like a lightning flash, and he went directly to Zheng Fatzi's side, and then a bright light flashed, and Zheng Fatman couldn't help but scream.

It turned out that when Jiugong passed, a knife cut off Zheng Fatzi's palm.

Zheng Fatzi's palm was completely wrapped in black gas, and when it landed, the skin and flesh began to decay rapidly, and then, the bones also began to decay, and as soon as they fell to the ground, the bones had already turned into ashes.

It would not be good for anyone to have one of their hands cut off, and the same is true for Zheng Fatzi, his expression was a little painful, but uncharacteristically calm.

I saw that the fat man flexibly took out a tourniquet with his right hand, wrapped it around and tightened the wound, and covered the severed hand with a piece of cloth.

During the whole process, Zheng Fatzi and Jiugong were both calm and excessive, until the severed hand fell to the ground and turned into ashes, and when Zheng Fatzi bandaged the wound, Le Yan reacted and screamed loudly.

"It's boring, I hate that kind of smell, the meat is rotten, I can't eat it!" coldly, Lao Bai spoke on the side again, and immediately, Le Yan's screams became louder.

"Miss, it's okay!" Xu heard the screams below, and the fat black man who stayed above poked his head down and asked.

After calling for a long time, Le Yan also calmed down, looked left and right, and seemed to feel a little embarrassed, so she closed her mouth.

I don't know what Zheng Fatzi thinks, a broken hand will definitely have a great impact on his future life, but this guy seems to be fine.

"Could it be that if you escape life and death, you can still make up for your own body?" the thought came to my head coldly. And the idea burns like a weed.

I still couldn't hold back myself, so I walked up to Zheng Fatzi and asked, "Are you okay, let's quit and go to the hospital to have a look." ”

Zheng Fatzi shook his head decisively, he gritted his teeth and looked at the iron gate, and said angrily: "It's okay, Master Mo, don't worry, I'm rough and thick-skinned, I'll be fine after a while, this evil place, if I don't bulldoze it today, I will definitely not give up!"

Zheng Fatzi is not a stupid person, he has calculations for everything, it is impossible not to care about his body, there is only one reason why he does this, that is, he has a broken hand, which is really not a problem for him.

"What do you mean it's okay after a while, you think you're a Wolverine, hurry back, let's go to the hospital." Le Yan ignored the big white dog who spoke human words, and instead wanted to take Zheng Fatzi back.

"It's okay girl!" Zheng Fatzi patted his chest with his only remaining right hand, "Don't worry, my brother hangs more than Wolverine!"

His words are true in a way, because he won't get old, and if he can be reborn with a broken limb, not to mention combat effectiveness, he is no worse than Wolverine.

Le Yan didn't believe Zheng Fatzi's words very much, but we didn't leave, and it was clear that we would go crazy with Zheng Fatzi, Le Yan gritted her teeth and gave up her life to accompany the gentleman.

Although there is evil magic on this iron door, and if a person's body touches the iron door, it will rot into flesh and ashes within three or five breaths, but there is another way to open it without touching this door.

Zheng Fatzi lost a hand and couldn't make any effort, so he retreated with great effort and replaced it with Jiugong.

The dagger that cut gold and jade, and sharpened iron like clay, was also given to Jiugong by Zheng Fatzi.

There was another keyhole the size of a nostril in the iron door, and we didn't have a key, none of the guy we killed last night.

Normal means didn't work, so Jiugong stabbed the dagger into the crack of the iron door, and then slashed down hard.

The sound of 'whoosh' sounded, and the thing behind the iron door was cut off by a dagger, and then, Jiugong pinned it out hard, and the whole door was pried open diagonally.

It's a dark space that has been sealed for an unknown number of years, and the door has just been opened, and the smell inside is absolutely unpleasant.

In the earthy smell, there is an indescribable smell, in short, the smell of a little bit makes people's stomachs churn, and they want to find a place to vomit.

Several of us were in narrow passages, so we couldn't run at all.

Even though Zheng Fatzi reminded us before the door was pried open, we also held our breath, and we could not escape the devastation of the smell.

We're better, Lao Bai is the worst, among those of us, his nose is the best, and at this time, he is also the most uncomfortable.

Therefore, Lao Bai screamed, jumped up on the spot, and hit the top of the cave with his head, and when Lao Bai swayed but did not look back.

"There have been old nose people dead here, you guys be careful, vomit..."

"Exit first, and wait for the smell to dissipate. Zheng Fatzi felt aggrieved, but he also knew that now was not a good time to go in, so our rear team changed and ran out.

Although it smelled bad, there were no ghosts behind the door, at least not yet.

Having said that, this smell is also unusual, and it seems that the smell does not need to go through the human nose, and the intuition makes people feel the presence of the smell.

(End of chapter)