Cuckoo......

In the dark and dead tomb, a corpse the size of a human face was frantically sucking Xiaojie's blood, making a terrifying swallowing sound.

The uncle's face turned pale, and he picked up the shovel he was carrying, and smashed it at the corpse with all his strength.

Call!

As a result, this powerful and heavy shovel was smashed into the air.

Uncle looked at Xiaojie with a strange expression, so angry that he couldn't speak: "Stinky boy, what are you hiding?!" ”

Xiaojie was very aggrieved: "Uncle, if your shovel is smashed, my hand will be useless." ”

He had lost so much blood at this time that his face was already very pale.

"Do you want a hand or a death!!" Uncle is furious, hating iron is not steel, at this juncture, he is still thinking about these haves and nots, and if you let the corpse suck down, you will be gone!

Xiao Jie trembled his teeth and ordered him to want it, but he couldn't do without his hands.

Since he was a child, the setbacks he encountered were either fever and cold, or falling out of love and being dumped, but these are nothing, nothing happens after a long time, but a hand is wasted, it is not something that can be recovered after a long time.

Uncle didn't care about anything else at this time, and was about to harden it, when he saw Xiaojie's pupils dilated suddenly, staring at him as if he was a ghost...... of the back.

The mural?

As soon as my uncle turned around, the light of the flashlight shone through, and he saw that the corpses on the mural were actually alive!

The reliefs on this mural are already protruding outward, so these corpses stay on top of it, and there is no sense of disobedience.

They moved little by little, as if they had not moved for a long time, their bodies were a little stiff and adapting.

This scene is very weird and makes people palpitate.

"Ahhh Zhou Yan's little pot friend screamed in fright, covered her face with her hands, and trembled.

Uncle was even more wide-eyed, he was still looking at it from a distance just now, thinking that this was a relief in the mural, and even had the idea of reaching out to touch it, and at this time he remembered that cold sweat came out of his back.

"These ...... It's all alive?! ”

My uncle's hand holding the shovel began to tremble.

"Uncle, are we?" Xiao Jie's condition is getting worse and worse, his face is frighteningly white, and his legs have begun to weaken.

At this time, their condition is very bad, there are many corpses on the murals on all sides of this tomb, stimulated by blood, and they are slowly recovering, once they are completely awakened, they will devour all the flesh and blood nearby!

"Let's go, let's go!!" The uncle finally came back to his senses, threw away the shovel in his hand, and made a screeching sound in the dimness, he stepped forward, grabbed Xiaojie and ran out.

Suddenly, he paused and looked at the petite figure that loomed in the darkness not far away.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, his rough big hand picked up Zhou Yan's little pot friend, and ran out quickly.

"Uncle, uncle, my hand." Xiao Jie just ran two steps, his head was dizzy, the corpse in his hand, the speed of blood sucking faster and faster, at this time, it was red all over, as if carved with blood jade.

"Stone it! Smash the wall with your hands! Uncle drank.

At the moment of life and death, Xiaojie didn't talk nonsense this time, while running hard, he slapped the wall with his hand, and the corpse in his hand hit the wall with a sharp scream, but it was still tightly attached to his palm under the pain, sucking blood frantically.

"Uncle, uncle......" Xiaojie just ran out of the door of the tomb, his feet were weak, and he fell to the ground, he really couldn't do it.

Excessive blood loss directly leads to a lack of oxygen in the brain, and no matter how firm the will is, it can't bear it.

"Xiaojie!!" The uncle shouted, there was grief in his eyes, this trip to the tomb, my sister's life-saving money has not yet been settled, do you want to throw the life of my sister's son here first?

Rustling......

In the dark burial chamber, there was a sound of animals crawling, very dense, as if thousands of armies were crossing the border.

Uncle is really six gods and no master at this time.

What to do?

Do you really want to leave your nephew behind and let him be eaten by these corpses?

But if you stay, it's just to prepare two more dinners for the corpse!

He was in a panic when a cold voice came from behind him.

"Put me down!"

The uncle was startled by this abrupt voice, he turned around, the flashlight light shone through, and there was not a single ghost in the tomb behind him.

"Put me down!!"

A cold voice came from behind him again.

Uncle turned around, his whole face was already blue and white, first a corpse, and now he has encountered a ghost?

"I'll let you let me down!!"

The voice was full of dissatisfaction, and there was a hint of arrogance.

Uncle will finally remember that he still has a little girl on his shoulder, but her voice is different from before?

Because there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice, he subconsciously put down Zhou Yan, no, at this time, the time passed eight o'clock, and it was already Zhou Ya.

Zhou Ya stood up straight, straightened her messy hair, and sorted out the clothes on her body, as if a little girl was going out to school and was tidying up.

Her uncle's flashlight shone on her body, so she could clearly see the expression on Zhou Ya's face, which was already similar to the scared look before.

Especially the way she tidied up her clothes, in this dark tomb, it really looked like a female ghost who had just woken up from a centuries-old slumber!

"This ...... Is this a ghost? "Uncle's tears are about to fall, and waves of unevenness are rising again and again, what kind of sin has this created!

Rustling......

The sound of corpses crawling became denser and clearer, and in the darkness I don't know how many had crawled out of the burial chamber, and they were surrounded in all directions along the burial path, ready to feast.

The uncle's flashlight shone indiscriminately, and when he saw the strange masks in all directions of the tomb, he was completely desperate.

Dead!

Younger sister...... I'm sorry!

The uncle was very sad in his heart, if the little sister knew that he had killed her son, she didn't know how much she hated herself!

But now it's useless to think about this, and at the last moment, he doesn't want to see himself and his nephew being eaten by corpses, so he chooses to turn off the flashlight, close his eyes and wait for death.

The moment he closed his eyes, endless darkness came and completely swallowed him, and he felt like he had fallen into a black hole.

Then his eyelids felt a glimmer of light, a burst of warmth, and then this warmth was like the sun, completely dispelling the darkness around him, his cold body, he felt the warmth for a long time, and the frozen blood seemed to be rejuvenated.

"Delusion?"

When he opened his eyes, the world before him was no longer dark.

The raging flames were like green lotuses, blooming out layer by layer, and the terrifying corpses the size of human faces quickly melted away like ice and snow in the flames, turning into pools of black ashes.

Outside the flames, there was already a finger-thick pile of black ashes!

Uncle was dumbfounded, the endless corpse that made him desperate, in this blazing fire, was like a moth to a fire, just a little bit, it was not enough to burn at all!

But where did this good end of the fire come from?

He looked around and finally found the source of the flames.

The little girl named Zhou Yan, at this time, she was holding a strange handprint in both hands, with a yellow halo entangled, this halo circled, like a corona, connected to the raging fire outside, with the transformation of her handprint, the flames outside, constantly changing shapes, crazy strangulation and slashing the overwhelming corpse!

The gods and Buddhas of the heavens are above...... She was actually ghosted!!

(End of chapter)