"How?" The fat man picked up an M4 carbine: "There are Buddha statues in here, where can I find clues?" In my opinion, let's move on, and don't end up dying like these mercenaries without knowing how. ”

"You've got a gun, what are you afraid of?" Zhang Meng waved his hand and motioned for Laizi and Qingzhi to look separately to see if they could find any answers behind these black Buddhas.

The four of them scattered at once, and the fat man had no choice but to hold a gun and carefully look for the difference of these black Buddhas.

Although he has a gun in his hand, the fat man still has no bottom in his heart.

He collected these guns for self-defense, including Ladyna, the Tomb Keeper, and the mercenaries, and in general, he had to deal with humans. But who knows if it was a human or a ghost who killed these mercenaries? After all, the guns were still obtained from the mercenaries, and none of the professional soldiers with guns escaped the poisonous hands, let alone their own group of half-assers.

The fat man has a weak heart, and the strange black Buddha in front of him is always cautious, and the fat man is panicked. Taking advantage of the fact that the other three people had already separated to look for him, the fat man simply got up and found a secluded place to sleep.

Although Zhang Meng, Lai Zi, Qingzhi and others were more than a dozen steps away from the fat man, they soon noticed that the fat man was playing tricks, but the three of them did not force the fat man.

After a full two minutes, when the fat man was already snoring, something suddenly blocked his nose and mouth.

almost didn't suffocate the fat man to death.

The fat man slapped the thing on his nose, and before he opened his eyes, he scolded: "Zhang Quede, are you fucking endless?" Fat man, don't I just steal a little lazy? Do you want to suffocate the fat man like this? ”

But to the fat man's surprise, he didn't hear Zhang Meng's scolding, but heard something rubbing against the wall, making a series of rubbing sounds.

Following the sound, the fat man turned his head sharply, but only saw the Buddha statue sitting quietly behind the wall.

Nothing?

The fat man panicked, hurriedly picked up the gun in his hand, looked around, and saw that there was no trace of abnormality around, so he muttered puzzledly: "It's really fucking weird!" Could it be a rat? ”

The fat man was puzzled, and looked back at the place where he was sleeping just now, but there was no movement behind him except for the black Buddha.

Just when the fat man turned around to find Zhang Meng, Lai Zi, and Qingzhi, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the black Buddha seemed to smile at him, and this smile almost scared the fat man's heartbeat.

"What's going on?"

"The Bodhisattva is alive?"

"Ghosts?"

A series of terrifying thoughts came out of the fat man's head one after another. The fat man hurriedly held his breath, pretending not to see anything, and continued to shout Zhang Meng and the others, but the corners of his eyes and ears were paying attention to every move around him.

The fat man had already made up his mind that if he found anything abnormal, even if it was just the sound of a needle falling to the ground, he would not hesitate to turn the muzzle of the gun and kill that inexplicable thing.

But no matter how the fat man tried to trap that thing, that thing didn't respond to the fat man.

In the long confrontation, the fat man couldn't help but give up in the end.

The fat man put the carbine back and patted the dust on his buttocks: "Forget it, uncle, I don't know as much as you." ”

After finishing speaking, he ran backwards in a gray manner, and prayed as he ran: "If you didn't come out just now, don't come out now to scare the fat man!" ”

But just as the fat man ran away, something suddenly touched the fat man's forehead.

The fat man immediately sweated profusely.

He didn't expect it, he stretched out his hand and pulled down the M4 carbine on his back, pulled the bolt and was about to shoot.

But when the thing slowly landed in front of the fat man, the fat man was confused.

What fell on his forehead turned out to be something similar to hair.

It was exactly the same as the white silk thread found in the mercenary's mouth.

"This ......" The fat man was a little puzzled and a little curious, but after a short distraction, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and hurriedly looked at the place where he had just fallen asleep, only to find that where he was asleep, a ball of white silk fell to the ground.

Could it be that this thing blocked his nose and mouth just now?

The fat man suddenly remembered that the pheasant had found a large ball of white silk in the mouth of a mercenary who was not yet dead. I couldn't help but secretly say that it was dangerous, if I hadn't woken up early, I was afraid that I would have followed in the footsteps of those mercenaries just now.

Nima!

Where do these white threads come from?

Could it be the Black Buddha?

Black Buddha will laugh, Black Buddha has bullet holes in his body, and that group of mercenaries must have found something in Black Buddha? By the way, there are also the faces that Zhang Meng, Lai Zi, and Qingzhi saw at that time? It is probably also related to those black Buddha faces on the eaves!

What the hell are these Black Buddhas all about? Could it really be a ghost hidden here for thousands of years? Specializing in soul hooking?

The more he thought about it, the more panicked the fat man's heart became, and his body even began to tremble involuntarily, and there was no one around, which made the fat man's doubts even heavier. The fat man wanted to run, but found that he couldn't run away, no matter where he went, those white silks would suddenly appear in front of him, as if they had been manipulated, and they were ambushed everywhere on the fat man's escape route.

The fat man was already completely anxious, and he didn't care how those white silks suddenly appeared in front of him, he ran forward desperately, running and running, and the fat man suddenly remembered the answer he thought of before, these white silks that burned and burned and cut and cut were not ......

Before the fat man could finish thinking about it, the white silk that had been everywhere suddenly exerted force, and the fat man was rolled up in the air!

In order to find clues in this strange hall, Zhang Meng, Lai Zi, and Qingzhi searched separately in a fan shape, and they didn't know how far they went, anyway, by the light of the flashlight, everyone could only see each other's vague figures.

Even so, the trio did not find any valuable clues.

The entire hall, except for the Buddha statue, is a gloomy Bodhisattva face!

It is simply a living Black Buddha Museum, and Zhang Meng even thinks that the person who built this tomb should be an extremely fanatical Black Sect believer.

Just when Zhang Meng was thinking nonsense, he suddenly found that Laizi's flashlight lit up twice on his side, Zhang Meng knew what this meant, as if someone had an accident.

Zhang Meng knew that the distance was too far, and he might not be able to hear the words clearly, so he flashed his flashlight at the moment and asked what was wrong?

Laizi returned the flashlight light, meaning that he didn't know either.