The clay figure is the size of a baby's palm, and the handiwork of the childlike orchid is good, so in a very small time, the clay figure pinched out is vivid, with a nose, eyes and limbs. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He poked a hole in the clay man's forehead with his fingernails, like a cinnabar mole.

Tong Xinlan took out the six embroidery needles found in the princess's funeral goods just now, and the green mucus that had been brewed for thousands of years from the trap.

Put the embroidery needle into the mucus and roll it a few times, and then, Tong Xinlan inserted the needle butt of the embroidery needle into the left and right palms of the mud man, and the needle was submerged into two-thirds, and Tong Xinlan stopped pushing it inside.

Immediately afterwards, Tong Xinlan carried three clay figures and went to the underground palace through the secret passage.

Tong Xinlan is not afraid that the poisonous needle will prick herself, after all, Yu Chilan herself also carries corpse poison, and it is impossible for a dead person to be poisoned by poison, so she still runs quite fast.

Yan Qingze really wanted to ask Fang Wuyong, why hadn't that zongzi come yet, didn't he know that they had designed a trap?

Therefore, he grabbed Fang Wuyong's palm and wrote a question on it.

Fang Wuyong wrote soothingly, "Wait a little longer." ”

However, Fang Wuyong was also very anxious in his heart.

He glanced at Huo Yibin, who was leaning against the wall, and regretted a little that he had just asked Yan Qingze to shoot twice.

Maybe one shot is enough, now both sides are bleeding together, what if the cunning zongzi hasn't come before Huo Yibin dies?

Huo Yibin's mentality is very good, and he is not as desperate as Fang Wuyong thought, although he feels that he deserves to die, but he also hopes that the arrival of zongzi can save his life, so Huo Yibin did not struggle to shout or anything, saving his physical strength.

Tong Xinlan arrived in front of the dungeon, climbed down from the dark passage, and put down the clay figures at the three entrances leading to the dungeon.

Avoiding Tong Xinlan, the feathers that don't know the usefulness of the entrance block the entrance.

Then, Tong Xinlan once again hid in the secret passage above her head, and pinched the trick to control the motionless clay figure standing on the ground to move.

The clay figure twisted his waist and staggered his first step.

At the beginning of the fourth step, Tong Xinlan controlled three puppet clay figures at the same time to get started.

After the three clay figures entered the dungeon, they sneaked against the wall.

After Fang Wuyong set the trap, he naturally didn't dare to continue burning the torch, but in order to see what was happening in the palace clearly, he still threw a glow stick in front of the bait Huo Yibin.

Because the glow stick has been used for some time, the light has faded, and it is not as bright as the torch, so it is not easy to see every detail of the palace clearly.

Originally, Fang Wuyong felt that the zongzi should be an adult, even if the visibility was not high, even if it was fast, as long as it came, there was no way he couldn't find such a big black shadow.

However, Tong Xinlan doesn't follow the general routine, who said that zongzi will only have brainless hand-to-hand combat?

Therefore, the small clay figure sneaked against the shadow of the corner, causing Fang Wuyong and Yan Qingze to not notice it in time, and no one could notice such a small thing in the dark.

Because they had bypassed all the traps set by Fang Wuyong and them, the clay people's sneaking was unhindered, and they successfully bypassed Fang Wuyong and Yan Qingze, who were hiding in the shadows of the three pillars.

It is true that larger things cannot get into the way of the pillars, but the clay figures can get through the narrow gap in the middle of the pillars.

waved his arm at Yan Qingze and Fang Wuyong's buttocks.

However, a golden light flashed from Fang Wuyong's body, knocking the clay figure that attacked him away.

This light is invisible to ordinary people, only Tong Xinlan can see it.

Fang Wuyong really still had a magic weapon to save his life, that thing saved him once, although Fang Wuyong couldn't see the golden light, but that magic weapon obviously reminded him that there was danger in a certain way, so Fang Wuyong turned his head and looked back, but he didn't see the clay figure that was knocked to the ground, through the faint light of the light stick, he only knew that he could roughly see a piece of mud on the ground, and it was not strange that there was mud in the ancient tomb.

Fang Wuyong ignored it, only thinking that the magic weapon left by his ancestor was to remind him that the danger was approaching, and as for how close this approach was, he didn't know.

Therefore, Fang Wuyong stared at Yongdao more attentively.

There is a magic weapon to save Fang Wuyong, but there is no magic weapon to save Yan Qingze, he felt that something suddenly stabbed him on his buttocks.

Yan Qingze touched it with his backhand, but he didn't touch anything, could it be the illusion caused by squatting for a long time?

Although he comforted himself so much, the poison treasured by the ancient tomb for thousands of years was not in vain, but two seconds later, Yan Qingze felt a hot pain in his buttocks.

He touched it with his backhand again, and it seemed that the place where he had just felt pricked was swollen.

The itchy, painful, and burning sensation is a bit like being bitten by a cow mosquito in the countryside.

"Could it be that there are mosquitoes in this ancient tomb?"

Yan Qingze scratched his buttocks, but found that the place that was dry just now was now slippery and greasy.

He felt a little uneasy in his heart, and his whole body trembled.

Fang Wuyong sensed that something was wrong with Yan Qingze, slapped his arm, pulled Yan Qingze's palm, and prepared to comfort him and tell him to calm down, that zongzi was coming, tell him not to make a sound.

However, as soon as Fang Wuyong's writing index finger touched Yan Qingze's palm, he also felt a slippery and greasy piece.

That feeling is a bit like the feeling of playing with your own snot when you were ignorant when you were a child, could it be that Yan Qingze and others were bored just now and picked their nose to play with snot to pass the time?

Fang Wuyong was so disgusted that he threw away Yan Qingze's arm.

Through Fang Wuyong's reaction, Yan Qingze, who was already nervous, scared and in pain, screamed in fear.

"Ah~"

Yan Qingze not only shouted, but also twitched violently.

"What are you crazy about?" Fang Wuyong thought that Yan Qingze had a nervous breakdown when he waited, and Yan Qingze had already made a big noise, and it seemed meaningless for him not to speak.

As soon as Fang Wuyong opened his mouth, Yan Qingze happened to squirt out a mouthful of green mucus.

Fang Wuyong finally realized that something was wrong, and didn't dare to hide in the corner formed by the pillar anymore, and rushed out with a rolling belt.

"Save me, save me, it's so painful!" Yan Qingze's throat seemed to have been corroded, so his voice was as hoarse and unpleasant as a broken gong.

Fang Wuyong hurriedly took out his mobile phone and prepared to light the torch he brought in, but would Tong Xinlan let him light the torch?

A dark wind blew over and blew out the lighter.

There was no light that made Fang Wuyong's vision bad, which made him very uneasy, he saw the glow stick in front of Huo Yibin, and subconsciously rushed over, hoping to use the light of this thing to see what was going on Yan Qingze's body.

(To be continued.) )