Chen Yonghe turned his head, stretched his face and said, "Why can't you open it?

Mo Feifei and the fat man choked for a while.

After a while, Mo Feifei said slowly: "I always feel that there is something wrong with that coffin, and it is better not to open it." ”

The fat man nodded his head beside him: "In case a few ghosts jump out of it, our gang will have to fold here." ”

Chen Yonghe snorted heavily, ignored the two, and continued to give orders to them with a walkie-talkie: "Open the coffin!"

"Yes, young master. "The people in the copper house, of course, follow Chen Yonghe's words.

After they had finished speaking, they began to lift the coffin.

A minute passed, two minutes passed, five minutes and ten minutes passed, and no progress came from the intercom.

At first, everyone thought that these people were busy lifting the coffin, so there was no kung fu report.

As time went on, people felt that this was wrong.

Especially after Chen Yonghe called the other party several times on the walkie-talkie, but the other party still did not reply, everyone's uneasiness and confusion were extremely great.

"Something can't happen. "yes, why hasn't it been out for so long. "Something is wrong. ”“”

Everyone turned their heads to each other and whispered about each other, and the aura of terror and fear immediately permeated the surroundings.

Listening to the discussion of his subordinates, Chen Yonghe's brows twisted into a Sichuan character.

He couldn't believe that the subordinates he had just sent in would disappear so quietly, those people were good hands, it was impossible for them to disappear without any reaction, so they disappeared quietly.

He didn't give up, he called over and over again, and even changed the walkie-talkie several times in a row.

He was also worried that the channel had changed, so he tried to change a few more channels and called again.

However, no matter how hard he tried, these people were like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no news.

The fat man gloated a little and said, "Young Master, you see what we said is right, there is really a problem in that place." Perhaps, a female ghost jumped out and took them down to be husbands. ”

"Shut up. Chen Yonghe snorted, and after a pause, his eyes shifted from the fat man, and then gathered on the copper house in front of him.

He pondered for a moment, as if he had made up his mind, and beckoned: "Go, I want to see what kind of evil is going on." ”

The fat man remembered the words of the dead ghost Mr. Iron Fan vividly, his legs and stomach were spinning, and he was reluctant to go: "You guys go, I still don't want to follow and make trouble." ”

Chen Yonghe's subordinates were willing to let him go like this: "Fatty, don't be embarrassed." Our young master has gone to adventure, do you dare not go? Believe it or not, Lao Tzu shot you. ”

The fat man sat on the ground and took out a rogue posture: "Shoot." It's better to be killed by you than to be a ghost husband and be eaten alive by something, I won't go, and I won't go to death. ”

Multiple people have more strength, and they really have to encounter some powerful monsters, and there are many backs.

Seeing that he was reluctant to move, the two men in black began to stretch out their hands to pull people: "You get up for Lao Tzu." ”

The fat man believes that "dumplings are not delicious, it is better to stand upside down", so he simply took a trip and fell to the ground, still muttering in his mouth: "If I don't get up, I won't get up, even if I give Lao Tzu twenty ****** beauties now, Lao Tzu will never get up and take a look." ”

"M's. ”

These people are outlaws, and they really make them angry, so they really turn their faces when they say they turn their faces, and they kill people when they say they kill people.

Mo Feifei next to him saw that these people were really angry, and hurriedly came out to relieve the siege: "Okay, okay, fatty, it's a blessing or a curse, it's a disaster that can't be avoided, let's go." ”

"But", Mo Feifei's words changed: "Brother Chen can't let the two of us go in empty-handed, you have to give us some weapons." ”

Hearing the word "weapon", the fat man's eyes lit up instantly. He has loved guns since he was a child, and he has played with a lot of toy guns when he is so big, but this is the first time he has seen a real gun.

If you can defend yourself with a gun, you can also strengthen your courage.

He lay motionless on the ground, pricking up his ears and quietly listening to Chen Yonghe's reply.

Chen Yonghe thought about it and felt that Mo Feifei made sense, two more people and two more strengths.

However, he was afraid of adding wings to the tiger, driving the tiger to lead the wolf, and making trouble for himself.

After thinking about it, he finally nodded: "Give them two pistols, one magazine for each gun." ”

One magazine has six bullets, and two magazines are twelve rounds.

Now, there are fourteen or fifteen people on their side. Even if the other party kills one person with one bullet, there are still three people left.

These three people will definitely beat him into a hornet's nest.

This not only gives them enough trust, but also maintains a certain degree of vigilance.

In fact, his consideration is superfluous.

With Emo's extraordinary ability, if he really wants to fight them, he can grab the gun empty-handed and kill them all. Of course, the fat man may suffer in the fight and become a victim of the fight.

Then again, things haven't gotten that bad, and Fire has to lose both. Mo Feifei still wants to rely on them and leave this ghost place.

After weighing it again, Mo Feifei decided to take a step back and follow them in. By the way, I also want to see what is in that place.

At this time, Chen Yonghe's subordinates had already handed over two guns.

Mo Feifei took it with both hands.

"Now you can get up. A man in black kicked the fat man on the ground.

The fat man stiffened a carp, got up from the ground, and snorted: "Originally, I didn't want to go, but for the sake of you believing in us so much, I'll give you this face." ”

Chen Yonghe's subordinates glanced at him and did not speak.

The fat man twisted his ass cheaply, came to Mo Feifei's side, and was so anxious that he went to the room: "Brother Fan, hurry, give me a hand." ”

Mo Feifei thought for a while: "Do you know how to play with this thing, do you know where the insurance is, do you know how to open insurance?"

The fat man smiled and snatched it from Mo Feifei's hand. Like a baby, I looked at it excitedly. Then he withdrew from the magazine and checked the magazine, opened the safety, and put a shot on the muzzle: "Of course, how many toy guns have I broken, this thing will be learned as soon as I learn it." ”

A gunshot rang out.

It scared everyone around.

"Damn, what do you want to do. ", scare the hell out of me. The people around greeted the eighteenth generation of the fat man's ancestor in a very "peaceful" tone.

The fat man also gouged out his ears and muttered, "I didn't expect the movement of the real gun to be so big, rub." ”

Mo Feifei almost fell, and now he regretted it a little and gave the gun to the fat man.

After everything was ready, the group prepared to go down the road and go to the "Tianyin Palace" in front of them.

What is there in this? Who is the hell that killed the six of Chen Yonghe's men?

Is it a monster, or is it a curse?

Wonderful, stay tuned, kneel and beg for collection recommendations.