"Damn, fucking fooled again!" Hearing Zhang Meng say this, the fat man's scalp was numb.

Outside the gate of rebirth, the experience of dying once made the fat man tremble every time he thought about it.

Not only the fat man, but even Zhang Meng was also timid.

As if he was already in it, no matter how Zhang Meng made a heavy oath and never got involved in this mystery of immortality, he couldn't stop the impact of this matter on him. Zhang Meng doesn't want to find out the so-called big secret, and he doesn't want to seek immortality by himself, all he wants is to be able to live the rest of his life in peace!

But even so, there are still people behind the scenes who have involved themselves again and again.

This feeling of hopelessness of struggle clings to Zhang Meng as if it is suffocating, as if Zhang Meng will not be driven crazy in this game of chess, and he will not give up. Zhang Meng no longer has any illusions about the mysterious person who has appeared several times, but he didn't expect that Lady Na would also be involved, is she really so ruthless?

It turned out that the so-called concealment of the secrets of the Exquisite Ancient City from his superiors was just an excuse to win his favor.

It's hateful, I still believe in Lady so much!

"Don't think about it so much yet, it's important to get through the current hurdle." The fat man looked at Zhang Meng, who was trembling, and comforted him softly, he was really afraid that Zhang Meng would just give up and investigate, if Zhang Meng gave up, then Ah Chen's nightmare might not have a chance to be solved.

"That's all there is to it......"

Hearing Zhang Meng's response, the fat man glared at Lady Na in the distance, lowered his voice and said, "Escape back, and then settle accounts with that stinky bitch." ”

Just when the two of them were immersed in crazy speculation, gusts of wind suddenly whistled out from Kunlun Mountain.

", where did the wind come from?" The fat man was stunned.

"Look!" Zhang Meng pointed with his hand.

"Fatty, Zhang Meng, run." When Zhang Meng and the fat man were still looking around for some reason, Laizi, who was running in the front, suddenly turned back, pointed to the top of Zhang Meng and the fat man's head, and shouted: "All ...... All...... It's out! ”

After being reminded by Lai Zi, the two hurriedly looked at the top of their heads, it didn't matter if they didn't look at it, they were suddenly scared and their legs and feet were numb.

The scene in front of me was far more terrifying than just now.

I saw that the hundreds of corpses hanging on the pontoon bridge were all cracked, and came out with bloody corpses with stiff limbs. It looked like a terrible ghost crawling out of the underworld and hell, chasing Zhang Meng and the fat man.

The horror seems to be far more than that, at the moment when those Kunlun slaves broke out of the coffin, above the sky, Jianmu once again hung a corpse towards the pontoon.

"A large wave of Kunlun Nu is approaching us!"

"Look, there's another wave over there!"

"I'll go, there's a wave down there!"

Not only the two of them, but the Americans walking in the middle were also attracted by the rich yin qi behind them, and they all shuddered when they saw that this terrifying Kunlun slave was like more and more locusts.

"Fuck it, you can't finish this with a gun." The fat man got goosebumps and involuntarily leaned back.

Zhang Meng didn't expect that there were hundreds of corpses of Kunlun slaves on this building wood, and in the face of such a number of enemies, let alone hard fighting, even if the fat man used a submachine gun, he might not be able to destroy them. What's more, if these are immortal failures, as the fat man said, bullets will have no effect on them.

"The guillotine knife of the dragon cutting platform not only woke up the true dragon of Kunlun Mountain, but also woke up the huge building wood! Cave newts, Kunlun slaves, this is just a fucking ring. The fat man grabbed Laizi who ran over and asked, "Laizi, try it with your black donkey's hooves!" ”

"Good...... I'll give it a try. Saying that, Laizi gloomily pounced on the fat man.

Halfway through the words, Zhang Meng was shocked, why is Laizi's accent wrong?

He hurriedly looked back, it didn't matter, he saw that the Japanese mercenary who had broken off for the Americans shot like lightning, and with a 'swish', he pulled out the Tang knife and stabbed it straight into Laizi's throat.

"Raiko!"

"Raiko!"

Zhang Meng and the fat man were stunned at the same time, and then anger grew, and they looked at the Japanese mercenary with red eyes.

"You fucking killed Laizi, fat man, I'm going to let you pay for your life!" Saying that, the fat man didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and hit the Japanese mercenary in front of him with his arms and sleeves exposed.

The fat man and Lai Zi don't know how many years of friendship they have, although the fat man doesn't know the true details of Lai Zi, but the two were born and died so many times, but the feelings of Zhang Meng and others are much deeper than those of Zhang Meng and others. Seeing that Laizi couldn't help but say, he was killed by the Japanese mercenaries behind him, and regardless of the disparity between them and the difference in strength, he had to fight for his life.

Similarly, Zhang Meng also felt extreme anger, and a breath of blood couldn't help but rise.

However, Zhang Meng was calmer than the fat man, and he was not in a hurry to fight with the Japanese mercenaries in front of him, he was mainly fat and ready to wait for an opportunity to sneak attack this Japanese master.

But the Japanese mercenary seemed to have seen through Zhang Meng's intentions a long time ago, and didn't pay attention to the fat man's life-threatening blow, but took advantage of Zhang Meng's inability to dodge, and flew a punch at Zhang Meng's nose. Zhang Meng suddenly grinned in pain, but as the nosebleed flowed out, Zhang Meng also saw that the fallen Laizi turned into a Kunlun slave.

"What's going on?" This time, Zhang Meng was the first to react, shouting at the fat man: "Stop!" That person is not Laizi, we just fell for the corpse incense konjac! ”

Hearing Zhang Meng shout like this, the fat man's posture of fighting for his life was also restrained a lot, he suppressed the anger in his chest, and looked at the 'Laizi' lying on the ground, but no matter how he looked at it, it was 'Laizi' who was lying on the ground.

Zhang Meng did the same, and also punched the fat man's nose.

"I'll you Zhang Lacking! Why don't you fucking beat that Japanese devil, why do you beat Lao Tzu? As soon as the angry fat man wanted to make a move, he saw that Laizi lying in front of him had turned into a Kunlun slave, and suddenly woke up, looked at Zhang Meng and the Japanese mercenary with an indifferent expression, angrily ripped off the gasoline mask in front of his mouth, and scolded: "Grass, what the hell is going on?" Why can't this gasoline deal with Jianmu? ”

"Now you believe it!" Looking at a Kunlun slave who had just rushed over and was divided by the Japanese mercenaries, Zhang Meng was also frightened in his heart.

If it weren't for the fat man and the Japanese mercenary, I am afraid that these two times would have followed in the footsteps of the old American man.

"Let's go."

The Japanese mercenary didn't care about the fat man and Zhang Meng's doubts, at this moment the three Tang knives had all been unsheathed, his body was like a tumbler, standing on the ground in a strange posture, the long knife in his right hand was inserted into the ground, the middle knife in his left hand was protected in front of him, and the short knife was held in his mouth. (Note: Historically, Japanese samurai swords were copied from Chinese Tang swords, and most of Japan's sword schools were copied from Tang Dynasty techniques.) ）

Suddenly, the Japanese mercenary's body was pulled up, his two knives came out together, and the back of the whole person was like a black phoenix under the glow of the black embroidered shirt.

"Poof! Burst! The corpses of the two Kunlun slaves rolled at the feet of the fat man and Zhang Meng.

Looking at the bloody head, the fat man was a chill, and the two of them didn't dare to delay for half a minute, so they crawled back with Zhang Meng.

The current crisis is not only the nearly 100 Kunlun slaves that broke out of the coffin, but also the wooden pontoon bridge that will be pulled out at any time, and the ghostly corpse-like konjac, the three crises are superimposed in this special environment, and one of them may be doomed if you are not careful!

(PS: Today's third update, thank you to a helmsman who rewarded the glory of the sky, and some friends misunderstood it in the book review area yesterday.) In fact, everyone subscribes, most of the income is given to Tencent, Lao Jiu can only get a few cents per chapter, more than a thousand income last month, all depends on everyone's monthly pass, so I hope you understand - I'm sorry)