"Could it be that I'm too tired from digging and I'm hallucinating?"

Although Zhang Meng was a little stunned in his heart, he quickly comforted himself. Now is obviously not the time to rest, if it drags on for a few more minutes, I am afraid that Chen Cripple and the sick ghost will be buried under the stone slab, and he will not dare to stop for a moment.

"Ah Meng, stop!"

The sound suddenly amplified a few decibels, exploded in Zhang Meng's ears, and a pair of bloodstained sneakers suddenly stopped in front of Zhang Meng.

"Laizi, what do you want to do?"

Zhang Meng raised his head and saw a young man with a miserable face and covered in blood standing in front of him, and a smell of blood as thick as substance penetrated into Zhang Meng's nostrils like a snake, making Zhang Meng a little nauseated, and Zhang Meng looked at Lai Zi with a little horror.

"This blood stain is still fresh, this guy just killed someone!"

He didn't have a long time in contact with Lai Zi, and the only time he saw Lai Zi make a move was when he disposed of the thousand-year-old female corpse of the River God Dao, and Zhao San commented at the time that this person was not simple. At this time, seeing him standing in front of him with a sinister face, Zhang Meng couldn't help but start beating a drum in his heart.

"Do you know what this lock is for?"

Raiko's voice was dry and hoarse, as if she hadn't drunk water for three or four days, and it sounded very uncomfortable.

He lifted his blood-stained palm and gently groped over the corpses that had been locked through them, his eyes filled with unconcealable fear.

"I don't know."

Zhang Meng replied honestly.

Click!

Zhang Meng's face changed, he looked back, but saw that the huge stone slab was pressed down a few meters hard, Chen Cripple also saw that Zhang Meng had found the source of the iron lock at this moment, and he roared with a pale face.

"Ah Meng, hurry up and find a random stone to entangle the iron lock, we won't be able to support it for long......"

Zhang Meng's face changed, he couldn't care about Lai Zi's warning at this time, he picked up the folding shovel and slashed it on the gear, and immediately smashed the gear that had already been rusty, but the iron chain had been running through the ground, and I don't know how deep it was.

He threw down the folding shovel and grabbed the lock to pull it out.

Suddenly, Zhang Meng only felt that there was a strong wind coming towards him behind his head, and when he looked back, he was almost scared.

At this moment, Laizi's face was full of murder, and he was holding the shovel in his hand, and if the shovel was cut, I was afraid that half of Zhang Meng's head would be cut off.

Fortunately, Zhang Meng's head is still very clear, and he dodged the shovel by rolling a carp.

"Are you fucking crazy? Third uncle, come here, this guy wants to kill me. ”

Although he scolded and scolded in his mouth, Zhang Meng still knew the gap between himself and Lai Zi, this shovel was vigorous, and I am afraid that it also weighed hundreds of catties, even if the two Zhang Meng were not enough for him to fight.

Zhang Meng can't care about Zhao San's weird appearance at this time, and if he doesn't call Zhao San over now, I'm afraid this Laizi will really kill him.

Under Zhang Meng's yelling, Zhao San finally walked over from the wine vat.

"Jie Ji ......"

Zhao San's face showed a strange smile, and a laugh that he had never heard before came out of his mouth.

Zhang Meng suddenly felt that this third uncle seemed to be another person, and he carefully stared at Zhao San's face, but that face was indeed Zhao San, especially there was a slight scar a few centimeters below Zhao San's eyes, which could never be pretended.

Zhang Meng breathed a sigh of relief, but a terrible thought suddenly came to his mind, the third uncle couldn't be evil, right? Otherwise, his appearance would not be so weird, it can be seen from the attitude towards Chen Cripple just now, Zhao San and Chen Cripple They were originally brothers, but just now Chen Cripple fell into the trap, but Zhao San didn't have a trace of expression.

Lai Zi also turned his head at this time and stared at Zhao San deadly.

Zhao San's face still showed that weird smile, he stared at Laizi, and suddenly pulled out the firearm inserted in his waist, and as soon as the firing pin was buckled, a ball of fire suddenly came out of the muzzle.

"Bang!"

When Zhang Meng was still thinking nonsense, he suddenly frightened a huge gunshot, and when he came back to his senses, he just saw Lai Zi's body twisting incredibly, the speed was almost impossible for Zhang Meng to see, the gunpowder of the fire gun had been filled, and Zhao San's hand speed was extremely fast, and Zhao San's firing pin had been buckled almost before Zhang Meng could react.

And Lai Zi was able to dodge, Zhang Meng only felt that his head was a little insufficient.

Could it be that this Laizi is still a hermit master, and he knows some kung fu such as light skills and water floating? While he was still guessing, he saw Raiko shake his head at him, make a gesture, and then before he could react, he suddenly rushed into a hole.

There are dozens of caves here, each of which can be used for people to pass through, and it is not known whether it was dug by someone else or designed by the owner of this tomb.

At this time, Zhang Meng didn't have the heart to think about this, he just saw clearly that the person Lai Zi was pointing to was Zhao San, and this Lai Zi also saw the weirdness of the third uncle?

I don't know what's going on, Zhang Meng has a sense of trust in Laizi. So thinking of Lai Zi's gesture before leaving, he felt a little hairy, especially since 'Zhao San' was staring at him next to him now.

"Ah Meng, are you okay?" Zhao San smiled softly and put a hand on Zhang Meng's shoulder.

"I didn't ...... It's okay. ”

Zhang Meng panicked in his heart, he only felt that Zhao San's palm that fell on his shoulder was cold, the temperature in this stone cave was almost twenty-seven or eight degrees, how could the palm of his hand have this temperature.

"Hurry up and tie this iron rope, the stones are about to fall."

Zhao Sanfeng said lightly, and after he finished speaking, he walked away, without the slightest sign of helping.

The chill on Zhang Meng's body suddenly appeared, when he and Zhao San used to talk, they would quarrel with no more than three sentences, but when he just talked to the 'third uncle', it was a completely different scene of respect.