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"Thank you."

Gao Jin sat up and gasped, and said with a somewhat complicated expression.

Before, they repeatedly gave up Zhang Meng to act alone, although it was not him who was in charge, but at this moment he was saved by Zhang Meng's life, in the end, his mood was still a little complicated.

Zhang Meng smiled bitterly and shook his head, he could only say that he didn't think much about it just now, and subconsciously rushed out, maybe he didn't have to make the same choice if he did it again.

Zhang Meng deliberately didn't see the fat man kill people, this product is a representative of greed for life and fear of death, and it is really difficult for him today.

The fat man snorted, fortunately this person is Gao Jin, he doesn't have much prejudice against this soldier, if it is Lady, I'm afraid he will scold.

"It's okay, it's good that these monsters don't dare to rush in, otherwise everyone will be finished......"

Zhang Meng took a breath and said, it was a blessing in misfortune to be able to escape from the hands of the red-clothed ghost this time. If it weren't for the fact that they happened to be carrying solid fuel to restrain the men in red, I am afraid that even if they were given a heavy machine gun, they would not have been able to escape.

"What the fuck is going on here? How come there is nothing ......"

The fat man looked around curiously, but found that this was actually an empty temple, as if it had been hollowed out, and even those building stone beams and other things were hidden. It looked as if they had entered a large, deserted earth temple, almost two contrasts from the blue palace outside, and it felt extremely strange.

On the ground, the corpses with their necks broken were piled up in large patches, filling the palace with a strong stench.

"Be careful, those red-clothed monsters don't dare to break into here, there must be a reason!"

Zhang Meng felt a strong sense of unease, but he couldn't say it.

It's really empty here, so empty that he can't even hide anything, but despite this, Zhang Meng is even more afraid.

These red-clothed ghosts will come out every night when the yin qi is at its strongest.

Over the years, the prey they have caught has probably become more than a mountain, but how can there only be this layer of corpses on the surface?

These corpses are nowhere near as many as the ones captured by the Man in Red tonight, so where did the rest of the corpses go?

Zhang Meng's heartbeat suddenly accelerated a few points, and he suddenly thought of some terrifying possibility, could it be that these corpses were used to feed a certain creature, and other corpses had already been eaten?

It seems that this scenario is very likely, otherwise how can we explain where the bones that have piled up here for so many years have gone?

"Oh no, I can't move my feet!"

Xiao Lou shouted in horror, she just wanted to walk over and ask Zhang Meng if there was anything wrong. However, as soon as his feet left the ground, they remained glued there, or his shoes had sunk into the ground.

Zhang Meng's face changed, and he wanted to lift the soles of his feet when he heard the words, but at this moment, these feet seemed to be glued to 502, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull them out.

"Stupid, take your shoes off."

Zhang Meng saw that Xiaolou was still stupid and didn't know what to do, so he immediately said loudly.

Several people quickly took off their shoes to free their feet.

"Everyone be careful, don't touch the ground with your feet first, there may be some strong glue on it, and it will be over when you step on it......"

Lady was a little observant, and she didn't forget to tell everyone to be careful.

"Our bodies seem to be sinking, and it's fucking quicksand here!"

The fat man's face changed greatly, and he suddenly noticed that in a few seconds, the shoes on the surface had sunk by more than half a half, and only a little bit of his foot was about to touch the gray mud and sand.

"Quicksand Pit!"

Xiao Lou also screamed, his voice a little desperate.

When encountering quicksand, it is already a dead life, and these sands are fused with enough water molecules to become viscous granules.

These watery grains of sand will link together, and they will wrap around the trapped stuff like a glue turner, pulling harder and harder, all the way to the bottom, and then crushing these things into pieces with the pressure of the sand itself.

The way to get out is to have someone pull you out right away when you're just stuck in it. Otherwise, once you start to be swallowed by the quicksand, the sand will already suck you in, and unless you have the strength to lift the whole sand, you won't want to get out alive......

It's just that everyone has entered the palace at this moment, how can someone else pull them up?

And even if they can get out, everyone will be dead against the group of red-clothed ghosts.

In just over ten seconds, their bodies sank alive, and the mud and sand almost reached their knees.

It was a really uncomfortable feeling, as if someone was clamping their calves with pliers, and the area below the calf was paralyzed because there was no way for blood to circulate.

Thighs, waist, chest......

The crowd's bodies sank down quickly, and now there was a dead silence, and no one spoke again.

After a lot of hardships along the way, is it really going to fall in this place now?

The fat man kicked the mud and sand under his feet, as if trying to break free.

"Forget it, don't struggle, the more you struggle, the faster you fall!"

Lady glanced at the fat man and sighed.

Once the quicksand is entangled, it is impossible to pull out his feet from it, Zhang Meng only felt that his chest seemed to be pressed hard, and the huge force made his expression a little distorted.

The mud and sand gradually fell over his neck, as if a strong hand was around his neck, making his breathing more and more rapid.

There was a sharp pain in Zhang Meng's chest, as if his lungs could no longer withstand the huge pressure and were about to explode.

That feeling of suffocating to death should be the most unbearable torture in the world.

Zhang Meng only felt that his consciousness was gradually blurred, and every time he exhaled a little breath, the space held up by the ribs in his chest would be further compressed. It seemed that due to the lack of oxygen too much, his mind also began to mess up, and he couldn't seriously think for a second.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Meng suddenly felt lighter.

In the haze, he only felt his body suddenly lighten, as if he had suddenly lost that down-to-earth feeling, and then slammed it to the ground.

It's also strange to say that when he slammed on the ground, Zhang Meng couldn't even feel any pain, as if his soul and body were separated, and this feeling made Zhang Meng extremely frightened.

He was like a spectator, looking at what was happening around him, but he couldn't do anything about it.

Moreover, this consciousness of his seems to gradually begin to become blurred over time, and that last bit of consciousness seems to be possible to be annihilated at any time......

Suddenly, Zhang Meng only felt that a huge force kicked on his back, making him involuntarily spit out a large mouthful of mud and sand. Zhang Meng only felt that he could control his body again in an instant, and at the same time, a bloody and foul smell, as if various soy sauce bottles were poured into his mouth, made him can't help retching.

I don't know why the thing that spit out, but it was stuck in the chest fiercely, and the smell and pain directly forced Zhang Meng to tears, how miserable and miserable it was.

He put his hand down his throat and pressed it around his throat with all his might, and finally with a 'click' he spat out a large mouthful of mud and sand that had choked on his throat, and a large pile of filth.

He covered his mouth again, and then squirted the dirt out of his nose with all his might, and now he finally felt a lot more comfortable.

"Who! Who kicked me just now? ”

Zhang Meng rested for a while before he came to his senses a little.

He was full of joy, if he hadn't kicked him in the back just now, I'm afraid he would have choked to death on the mud and sand by this time.

"Assert ......"

Behind Zhang Meng, there was a cold laughter, which aroused goosebumps in Zhang Meng's neck.

He quickly turned around, only to see a man with a disheveled head and a bloodied face sneering at him.

"!"

Zhang Meng subconsciously scolded, and was about to pull out his Type 54 pistol as soon as his hand moved.

"Boy, that's how you treat your savior?"

The 'man' below let out a sneer.

"Wang Daxian? You're not dead yet? ”

Zhang Meng took two steps back and carefully observed the person lying on the ground, and then he exclaimed in shock.

The person in front of him was Wang Daxian, who had been twisted off his hands and feet before, Zhang Meng remembered that before entering this palace, those red-clothed ghosts would twist off the neck of their prey, and then throw it inside.

I don't know what method Wang Daxian used, he actually broke free from the red-clothed ghost, and then jumped in by himself.

"I said you're okay, right?"

"The foot is broken, and he can't die...... Wang Daxian's expression did not change, as if it was not him who broke his foot and hand.

"By the way, what about the fat ones?"

Zhang Meng's face changed, and he looked around, wanting to see where the fat men and them had gone.

"There are two people in the southeast direction, and there is one behind you. Remember, boy, you owe me my life. ”

Wang Daxian said in a somewhat mocking tone.

"Thank you!"

Zhang Meng didn't say much, it was indeed as Wang Daxian said, if it weren't for him, I'm afraid everyone would be finished by this time.

He ran wildly towards the man behind him, and the man lying on the ground was covered in pitch black, probably stained with the filthy quicksand when he fell.

If it weren't for Wang Daxian reminding him that there was someone here, I'm afraid Zhang Meng would have thought that this was a puddle of mud.