Huo Yibin's active cooperation made Fang Wuyongsong have no doubts, he thought that no one would be in danger of his life, and he still thought about money and the like to hack him, and he must fight against Zongzi together in order to survive. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He couldn't guess that he would not cooperate to help him survive when he killed Fang Wuyong, because Huo Yibin didn't care about his life or death at all, if he could take away either Fang Wuyong or Yan Qingze before he died, he could receive payment from one party and let his mother have surgery, if both of them died, Huo Yibin's mother would be able to get more money, and it would be enough to arrange for his mother to go to a nursing home for the elderly.

What made Fang Wuyong even more unguessable was that someone would join forces with Zongzi......

Therefore, Fang Wuyong relieved himself to hand over the cinnabar red thread and the golden bell to Huo Yibin, and continued to write in the notebook.

"Fortunately, from the beginning, I was on guard against whether there would be zongzi in the thousand-year-old tomb, and the bells I brought were enough, Cui Xiang, you will remember for a while that a bell is tied to every corner. ”

"What's the use of these bells? Suddenly seeing Fang Wuyong specially write out his fake name in the notebook, Huo Yibin was shocked, after all, when they usually communicate, few people call their names directly, let alone write quietly in the notebook, why did he write his name in the notebook? Isn't it strange?

In order to cover his stunned appearance, Huo Yibin pretended not to be curious and puzzled, in fact, he had seen this kind of magic weapon without a metal pellet in the middle of the bell in the zombie movie.

In fact, Fang Wuyong didn't think that anyone would use his real name to eat black, but he was indeed fooled by Huo Yibin's reaction just now, he felt that it was normal for ordinary people to never see this kind of thing, and he patiently wrote in his notebook, " Don't underestimate these bells, although they are inconspicuous, they are also things left by my ancestors, earlier than this ancient tomb, and they are really suitable for dealing with thousand-year-old zongzi, so don't worry, with these magic weapons, you can carefully tie the cinnabar thread on the ground according to the diagram I draw, and we will definitely be able to get out alive. ”

The morale-boosting words made Huo Yibin not at ease at all, "Okay, where are we arranged?"

Fang Wuyong said, "You said that this route is wrong, then why don't you take a look at this? You can't delay time, the owner of the tomb should be angry." ”

Then Fang Wuyong wrote on the paper, "Let's do it here, this is a dungeon, it is more spacious, it is more beneficial to us, and the field of vision is wider, if we enter the corridor, our understanding of the mechanism is not as good as it, and there may be a secret passage, which is easy to be attacked by it." ”

"That's it, let's take action, Cui Xiang, you go to that position with me. After writing the last stroke, Fang Wuyong put away the small notebook and nodded to Huo Yibin to follow.

On the other side, Yan Qingze already knew what he should do, looked around with a gun, and walked towards the five Yongdao crossings with a bag.

Huo Yibin glanced at it from a distance, and he didn't know what he was holding, and he was a little worried.

wanted to ask Fang Wuyong, but was coldly glanced at by Fang Wuyong.

Fang Wuyong took Huo Yibin to a triangular corner of the underground palace and pointed to him, which meant that this was it.

Huo Yibin nodded, took the glow stick that Fang Wuyong handed him, and began to look at the picture.

Fang Wuyong, on the other hand, returned to the position where he was squatting and chatting just now, took out a stack of yellow paper, took out a golden dagger, slashed it in his own hand, and put the freshly shed blood into the bottle containing the cinnabar liquid that had been prepared before.

Silently chanting, "Raise Yin ...... with the blood of the descendants of the Oriental Family"

After that, Huo Yibin couldn't see what he was reading, because Fang Wuyong had already lowered his head and began to mix blood and cinnabar liquid, and then took out a brush to write and draw on the yellow rune paper.

Huo Yibin retracted his eyes uneasily, isn't Fang Wuyong just a tomb robber?

Looking at the bag of golden bells in his hand, Huo Yibin put it on the ground, and then began to pull out the red rope, and "placed" a large grid like a magic array on the ground according to the picture drawn by Fang Wuyong.

The red line was actually loose like this, because not a knot was tied, but Fang Wuyong had already made it very clear just now, and after a while, he directly buckled the bell at the corner and the place where it was handed over, that was what fixed the grid.

When Fang Wuyong was drawing the rune paper, he looked up at Yan Qingze and Huo Yibin who were busy, and was very satisfied with their attitude, and continued to draw the rune paper.

He had drawn rune paper on the ground before, but it had no effect when he drew it, and in the general modern tombs, such as the tomb of the last feudal dynasty a hundred years ago, he never encountered the opportunity to draw a talisman when he went in, but he still tried to draw two, and he felt that there was no other effect except for the yin qi being a little heavier.

At least there was some effect, so Fang Wuyong provided his blood this time, and strictly followed the mantra left by the ancestor step by step, no longer an experimental hanging child, hoping that the ancestor would bless him.

A small bag of things that Yan Qingze was holding over there was also spilled out by him little by little.

When the bag was opened, it was a vacuumed, sealed plastic bag.

The contents of the plastic bag are white.

Huo Yibin took the time to take a look, and thought that they were some common items that could be used for exorcism that he had seen in ghost movies such as glutinous rice or salt.

"With such a big bag of salt or glutinous rice, although it won't be very heavy, but there seem to be a lot of things in his bag, Fang Wuyong won't feel heavy?" Huo Yibin couldn't help but complain in his heart.

However, when Yan Qingze opened the bag and grabbed the contents out, Huo Yibin realized that he had guessed wrong.

The white stuff inside is not salt or glutinous rice, but white feathers.

Is it chicken feathers or goose feathers?

Because it is far away and the light is not good, Huo Yibin is not sure.

"I really haven't seen this thing in ghost movies and zombie movies, and it's really strange to have something left by the ancient family. ”

Huo Yibin looked at these things, and became more and more skeptical that Zongzi could kill Fang Wuyong Yan Qingze, things that he had never encountered always made people panic, although he had only watched TV.

The three people in the dungeon all began to arrange the "trap" with different moods, and Tong Xinlan watched them arrange them through the hole behind the wall of the dungeon.

"Hey, if it weren't for the fact that Fang Wuyong and Yan Qingze, the two ruthless people, both brought bombs on their bodies, which they used to threaten people when they were fierce and fierce, and I wouldn't have to be so troublesome, I would have to find a way to get rid of the bombs on their bodies for a while, otherwise the ancient tomb would be destroyed, and the mission would have failed. ”

(To be continued.) )