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As soon as the sound fell, Yan Wangdong suddenly tensed his body, and the whole person was like a cannonball, bringing out a sonic boom in the dark space;

"Look for death!"

Seeing that Yan Wangdong was coming straight to him, the little matchmaker smiled coldly, and the oil-paper umbrella opened suddenly, blocking between herself and Yan Wangdong. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo//

"What a King Kong umbrella!"

Yan Wangdong seemed to have known that the red umbrella in the little matchmaker's hand was not an ordinary umbrella, and his body changed direction in the air, and he attacked the bottom plate of the little matchmaker.

Hades Wangdong's degree is faster, and Xiao Hongniang's degree is faster than him.

When Yan Wangdong made the second move, as soon as the paper umbrella was retracted, his body jumped into the air, and he dodged Yan Wangdong's blow. Not only that, when Yan Wangdong jumped to the ground, the two little matchmakers suddenly flung and immediately strangled Yan Wangdong's neck!

Yan Wangdong's face turned pale with fright, and he threw out two jujube core nails with his backhand. The little matchmaker is like a red ghost, in a strange posture, taking all the two jujube kernel nails in her hands.

Seeing this, Hades turned around and ran.

The red shadow of the little matchmaker swayed, and suddenly made a move, and the two jujube core nails that he had caught just now were nailed to Yan Wangdong's arm impartially.

The painful Hades roared, and fled into the darkness with a crawl.

The little matchmaker chased after her.

Zhang Meng, who was still on the front line of life and death just now, stared blankly at everything in front of him, and waited for a long time before he realized that he was alone here.

"Damn, where is this?" Zhang Meng's heart sank, although every time he robbed the tomb, he would experience some terrible things, but Zhang Meng had never been alone, and Zhang Meng, who reacted at this moment, couldn't help but be a little flustered. However, after a short period of panic, Zhang Meng still suppressed his fear.

First, find out what backpack you are still carrying, and rummage through what is left in it.

But there was nothing left but a sharp paratrooper knife, two bundles of rope, a gas mask, two bags of compressed biscuits, and a bottle of water; Even the spare flashlight was dropped during the escape. Helpless, Zhang Meng had to eat a little compressed biscuit first, replenish his strength, and waited in place for a while, now Yan Wangdong and the little matchmaker are completely gone, so he took the paratrooper knife and walked forward with his feelings.

Along the way, Zhang Meng didn't dare to call the names of the fat man and others, for fear of leading out the assassin in the dark and committing a black hand to himself.

However, after groping for a distance in the dark, Zhang Meng finally saw a light that seemed to be nothing. For Zhang Meng, suddenly seeing such a glimmer of light in a desperate situation is tantamount to grasping a life-saving straw.

If there is light, it means that there is an outlet.

Maybe even your own companions!

The ecstatic Zhang Meng cautiously walked towards the light, although the whole distance was not long, but in Zhang Meng's opinion, it was like walking a tightrope, thrilling and long. finally came to an end, but everything that came into front of him disappointed Zhang Meng, it was not an exit at all, nor a companion's flashlight, but a common ever-bright candle in ancient tombs.

The candle is a bronze lamp made in the shape of a boy or a virgin, half-kneeling there.

The walls around the candle are all high and low, painted with all kinds of strange patterns, just looking at one or two glances, Zhang Meng can see some clearly, but more can't see through. The mural in front of me is very abstract, very similar to the murals in the Indian civilization and the Mayan civilization, which is different from the murals of all Chinese dynasties. In addition, Zhang Meng has never seen the handwriting around, so he can't really understand the meaning of these murals.

Bypassing the two walls, Zhang Meng vaguely saw a platform.

The platform resembles the altar outside the tomb, and there is also a gossip pattern painted on it.

The surroundings are very rudimentary, there is nothing but a few broken walls, but it is the structure of a palace. In fact, in the early days of Chinese civilization, the palace was not a place for the emperor to sleep and raise concubines, but a place for large-scale sacrifices. Therefore, Zhang Meng decided that the platform here and the gossip pattern on the altar outside were no coincidence, and planned to go one step further and take a closer look at the platform.

But as Zhang Mengyue walked forward, he felt that he was getting farther and farther away from the platform, as if he was walking backwards.

At first, Zhang Meng thought that he was too tired, so he made a mark on the road, but after walking a little longer, it was not like this now, and even the mark left before disappeared.

Is this a ghost hitting the wall?

But if you are so close to the platform, how can you encounter a ghost hitting the wall?

What's more, there are two bronze lamps of boys and girls illuminated here;

But if it weren't for the ghost hitting the wall, how could the mark made by himself suddenly disappear? Why is it getting farther and farther away from the platform? What the hell is all this all about?

Just when Zhang Meng was holding his breath and thinking about the question just now, there was a burst of "giggle" laughter around him.

The voice was treacherous and cold, like a jammed audio tape, which made people shudder when they heard it.

Zhang Meng's tense nerves finally collapsed completely after hearing this sound, and his entire back was frightened into a cold sweat.

However, it was this chill that immediately made Zhang Meng realize his danger.

In this case, no matter whether the other party is a man or a woman, a ghost or a human, you can't stay where you are, otherwise you will definitely be poisoned. Zhang Meng clenched the paratrooper knife in his hand and quickly hid behind a wall, vigilantly looking for the place where the sound just came out.

At the same time, Zhang Meng's brain also began to fly, how could there be such a cold laughter in this deserted place, except for auditory hallucinations, it was an enemy hidden in the dark. If the auditory hallucinations are better, after all, it is their own problem, and they can always be solved by trying to overcome it, but if it is an enemy, then it will be troublesome, in the absence of helpers, Zhang Meng is sure that he can't beat one of the other party's fingers at all.

At this moment, Zhang Meng could only hold the paratrooper knife tightly, ready to face this sudden enemy at any time.

I held it for a full minute.

Just when Zhang Meng wanted to take a look, there was a very small movement beside him. Although the voice was small, but in the current situation, it was particularly eye-catching, Zhang Meng was about to stand up, but he was suddenly grabbed by a hand that suddenly stretched out from behind!

"Who?"

Before Zhang Meng finished shouting this, he was covered by that hand, and Zhang Meng was almost out of breath. Fortunately, although the palm was big, it was not as powerful as Yan Wangdong, Zhang Meng took the opportunity to bite the other party's palm, and the other party whimpered in pain, but he did not let go of the palm.