The bald old man scolded in his heart, what the hell is TMD, a whole such a secret grid is hidden in the ground, but there is nothing valuable, isn't this fooling people? Could it be that this dark grid has long been looted by that group of damn villagers, the bald old man thought that it is unlikely, that group of villagers believe in the Guanyin Niangniang on the ground so much, they should not dare to steal the house of Guanyin Niangniang. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But this dark grid is just such a place, the bald old Diao has already looked around for about a while, except for the spells on the wall are indeed a little weird, there is really nothing else here

The bald old man was a little unwilling, he always felt that it was the repetitive spells on the wall, he had no culture, he was used to seeing things at a glance, looking at a general idea, generally not seeking to understand, but because he was very experienced, he saw one or two words on the spell that were usually used in the crooked path of the evil door, and he had already judged that this was an evil spell, but he had not thought about it carefully, and now he stared at the spell on the wall, and began to recite it silently in his heart one by one.

"Motivation and praise, suddenly your teeth are better than your teeth, you know how to get the flowers..."The bald old man is really illiterate, and a good evil spell has been read by him into a bells and whistles of obscene curses, and he is very dissatisfied in his heart, feeling that this is a pit man, a serious pit man, a dark grid with nothing, why do you want to fix these evil spells that fool people, so a crooked thought flashed in his heart, took out a dagger, and then began to poke at the vermilion lacquer of one of the words on the spell, he thought while rubbing, " I'll at least break it a few words, let it break its appearance, and I'll balance it in my heart. ”

When the bald old man poked a word and was about to poke another word, he seemed to feel some slight movement behind him, but it was fleeting, if it weren't for his experience and sensitive nerves, ordinary people would easily miss this change.

The bald old man didn't know what was behind him, but he knew that the situation didn't seem to be good, he scolded himself secretly, he knew that since he couldn't get any benefits just now, he had a better mentality, and he didn't stop doing it and went back to the stairs when he came, why did he have to be so studious, staring at these spells for a long time, and he didn't figure out anything meaningful, and he had crooked thoughts, and he owed his hands to break the spells here in order to leave his own mark

At this time, the entire dark compartment was very dark, except for the flashlight in his own hand that illuminated the wall full of spells for a short moment, and the wall was full of abrupt red words, like hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him, and the flashlight shook a little, and those words would change slightly because of the light and shadow effect, and the atmosphere was even more weird.

The bald guy didn't care so much, he took a deep breath to give himself courage, and then turned around and began to observe what the darkness behind him was.

In the darkness deep in the dark grid, under the sweep of the flashlight, he looked over one by one, the flashlight hit the spell of red light in the distance, it seemed that the whole space was very crazy, his flashlight continued to slide, all the time looking for what was the movement just now, at this time his hand suddenly stiffened, and the flashlight stopped in a position.

It was about eight or nine meters away from him, a person hiding in the darkness in the corner, this person lowered his head, his face was facing the bald old eagle, his two eyes were staring at him with white eyes anyway, and the flashlight was shining on, very hideous. The worst thing is that the action and appearance are exactly the same as the clay figure whose head was cut off by him just now.

He snorted, "Why is there another one, didn't I notice that there is another clay figure hiding here?"

He swept around with his flashlight, looking for the location of the clay figure whose head he had just cut off, but the ground was empty, and he no longer saw the clay figure he had broken just now, and he wondered where it had gone.

The bald old man looked back at the secret passage of the stairs leading to the top beside him, and the more he thought about it, the more strange it became, he just came down from the secret passage, and then he found the clay figure in the position where he was standing now, and felt that the clay man was in front of him, why is it gone now?

Where did it go?

The bald old man broke out in cold sweat from his forehead, could it be that the clay figure in front of him who looked down and raised his eyes to stare at him was the one he had broken just now, and it grew back by itself, thinking of this, the bald old feet were a little soft, "Well, if it rises back on its own, why does its eyes just look at me, as if it is calculated that I will find it again in this position." ”

The bald old man sneered in his heart, tmd, you are a broken clay man, and you dare to scare me, and then he took out the dagger from his pocket, and flew the dagger to the clay man's chest with his strength, and this time it still slammed without exception, and the dagger fell to the clay man's chest and then slid to the ground next to him.

The bald old man breathed a long sigh of relief, in fact, he was still scared in his heart just now, he scolded the clay man to give himself courage, he always felt that this clay man was evil, and wanted to scold it first, to see if it had any reaction, and then use the dagger to fly it, and even the dagger flew it did not react, proving that this clay man is just this cock looks scary, in fact, there is no use for a dick, it should be harmless, and the bald old tune is relieved.

He walked slowly towards the clay figure, and when he was close to it for almost a meter, he bent down to look at the face of the clay figure with his head down, and he felt empty in his heart, and this guy actually looked exactly like himself. He looked at the blood-red spells on the wall, and thought to himself that this should be that I had recited the spell again when I had just recited the spell, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case, so he picked up the dagger on the ground, and without hesitation, he went down with a flying knife, and cut off the head of the clay man.

However, he was not satisfied this time, he took out the small Luoyang shovel in his backpack, rolled up the shovel head and shovel stick, and then slapped the head of the clay man on the ground, two times and three times, each of which was out of death, until the head of the clay man was slapped into a pile of mud scum scattered on the ground, he was slightly satisfied, he wiped the sweat on his forehead, and scolded in his mouth, "You look like no one should choose to look like Lao Tzu, you are very rude like this." ”

The bald old man rested for half a minute, and his mood calmed down a bit, he looked at the dirt and scum on the ground, and seemed to feel that there was still a little bit of shortness, yes, how could he relieve his hatred if he smashed his head? He looked at the clay figure standing next to him almost as high as his shoulder, and thought to himself that his head was rotten, and his body was still there, and when it grew back, what should he do? That was too cheap for him.

Thinking of this, the bald old man kicked the clay man's body to the ground, waved the shovel head and began to shoot desperately, once, two times and three times, each time it was out of death, the clay man's body was more than the head, he couldn't beat the whole clay man's body a few times, but he was unwilling, his mouth was scolding, while patting, there were really almost a hundred shots, and finally the clay man's body was also beaten.

However, the bald old tune was not satisfied, because the strange thing is that this clay figure was almost completely photographed as a mud block the size of a red date scattered in the first place, but there was also a mud block about the size of an apple that seemed to be different from other places, even if it couldn't be broken no matter how it was shot, it was awkward there. He touched the sweat on his head, stared at the apple-sized lump of mud and wondered: Why is this piece like this?