The rat-headed statue on the opposite side is actually smiling at himself?

Zhang Meng's scalp exploded all of a sudden, and goosebumps broke all over his body.

A long-lost sense of fear crept over his body in an instant, and at this moment, it seemed that even the air around him had become much colder. The legs were like lead, and it was hard to even move.

"I'm slot! Zhang Quede, what are you doing in a daze? ”

"Zhang Quede!"

"Zhang Quede!"

The fat man's shouts kept coming from his ears, and Zhang Meng wanted to answer, but for some reason he couldn't make a sound. At this moment, all he had in his eyes were these rat heads that kept snickering and laughing.

As time passed, the mouse's expression became more and more hideous, and he hunched his back towards Zhang Meng, and the two front teeth under the pointed beak were like the fangs of a vampire.

Zhang Meng subconsciously wanted to retreat, but found that he couldn't move, he wanted to pull out the paratrooper knife to defend himself, but found that his hands were also unable to move, and the whole portrait was immobilized, and he could only watch these rat heads slowly approach him.

Damn it!

Damn it!

What to do?

All the mouse-headed statues seemed to come to life in an instant, and they walked on tiptoe with their claws held high, their beards trembling and trembling.

Facing the rat head that was constantly approaching him, Zhang Meng's brain went blank.

Just when he was at a loss, he suddenly fell to the ground, and then found that the fat man was rolling on the ground with his arms in his arms, and there seemed to be countless sands falling above his head.

"What's going on?"

"What's going on?" Seeing that Zhang Meng was still coming to his senses, the fat man couldn't wait to slap him twice, and scolded: "You were in a daze just now, just standing still, grandma, I don't know what's going on with this tomb, and the good one will collapse." If the fat man hadn't saved you, you would have been buried in the sand. ”

"What, in a daze? Collapse? Zhang Meng, who was lying on the ground, hurriedly glanced around, only to find that there were wooden planks and stones around him, and sand was falling. And he and the fat man are already in danger at the moment, the entire altar has been divided into several parts by the smashed stones, and the others are gone, leaving him and the fat man around.

"I said, what the hell did you do just now, when the big stone fell, we shouted to you like that, and you didn't hear it? Well, now we're completely trapped. The fat man said.

"You're calling me?" Zhang Meng suddenly realized, it turned out that the sound he heard before was indeed made by the fat people, but what about those strange laughing mouse heads.

Zhang Meng looked at the fat man a little blankly: "Didn't you see those rat heads alive just now?" ”

"The rat's head is alive?"

"Hmm."

"I'll go, you can't be talking about these rat statues, right?" The fat man asked.

"Yes, that's it." Looking at the dazed fat man, Zhang Meng recalled the dream-like scene just now, and said in horror: "Didn't you all notice it? ”

The fat man stared at Zhang Meng silently for three seconds: "Seriously, we haven't seen any rat heads resurrected, don't be alarmist." ”

Seeing that the fat man was very serious, Zhang Meng was also a little confused.

At this time, the fat man snorted and laughed: "I was almost scared by you." Where did the rats come from? Look behind you, if those rats come back to life, will we survive on them? ”

Following the fat man's gaze, Zhang Meng realized that he and the fat man were leaning under the mouse statue at the moment, if it wasn't for the mouse statue to stop them, they would have been stoned to death by the falling stone slab.

After a pause, the fat man said, "I said, you didn't really dream just now, did you?" No, no. I suspect you've fallen for illusion, like the building wood of the Exquisite Ancient City. ”

"Vision?" Zhang Meng's body shook unnaturally, looked up at the fat man and said, "No wonder! ”

"Fortunately, I woke you up in time, fat man, otherwise you would have died." Thinking of this, the fat man couldn't help but boast to himself: "You recall memories, what did you encounter just now?" Just the two of us now, and don't talk about it later. ”

"What did you encounter?" Zhang Meng thought about it and was about to speak, but found that the stones piled up in front of him seemed to have been pushed off from the outside.

Seeing this scene, the fat man hurriedly shouted with joy: "This, this, there are people here!" ”

Zizi's voice is extremely loud, even if it is far away, the people outside can hear it very clearly.

"It's fat!"

When the fat man heard this voice, he was a little familiar, and raised his voice again: "Yes, yes, it's me, it's me." ”

"Fat man, is it fat man?"

"It's me, it's me."

"Wait, I'll remove the stones."

"Great!" After the fat man finished his sentence, he didn't forget to remind the other party: "By the way, Zhang Quede is with me, and we are all pressed under this mouse statue." ”

"Mouse statue?" Zhang Meng was suddenly startled, as if he recalled something terrible, and immediately grabbed the fat man nervously, not letting the fat man say anything more.

The fat man was suddenly covered by Zhang Meng's mouth, and in the collapsed altar where the air was already thin, it was suddenly a little difficult to breathe. He struggled to break free of Zhang Meng's hand and scolded: "I'm slot! Zhang Quede, you're fucking crazy, why are you covering my mouth? ”

"Listen, isn't that sound familiar?"

"Nonsense, unfamiliar, can someone save us?"

"Nope."

Seeing that Zhang Meng's face was getting more and more ugly, and he seemed to be very frightened, the fat man also withdrew a large number of nerves and asked Zhang Meng: "What's wrong?" You can't make it clear. ”

"Brown rat, it's a brown rat." Zhang Meng's face turned pale and pointed to the direction where the light was being exposed, trembling with fear.

"Brown rat, what brown rat?" As soon as the fat man finished speaking, he heard the cry behind him again, this time the voice became very clear, and he hurriedly looked back and said, "Hey, the cry outside is really a brown rat, Zhang Quede, your ears are really fucking good." ”

"No, no. That's not what I'm talking about. ”

Seeing that Zhang Meng was getting more and more nervous, and his expression was becoming more and more panicked, it seemed that a very terrifying thing was happening in front of him, and the fat man was also a little uneasy by Zhang Meng's excessive performance, and hurriedly asked: "I said, Zhang Quede, don't scare me, what the hell is ...... What the hell is going on? What's wrong with this brown rat? ”

"A brown rat is a brown rat."

"What's that, it's not?" The fat man said urgently.

"Illusion, illusion." After Zhang Meng repeated it twice, he restrained his fluctuating emotions and stared at the light behind the stone slab: "Didn't you ask me what I was exposed to in the end before I entered the illusion?" ”

After tossing for a long time, the fat man finally understood what Zhang Meng was talking about, and he was immediately a spirit, but he still seemed to look at Zhang Meng with some confusion: "You mean brown rats?" Was it the brown rat that led you into illusion? ”