"You guys go quickly."

The dragon boy stretched out his broad and powerful arms to stop me and the fat man, and he himself blocked the attack of half of the bronze monster.

Although it looked like the dragon boy was a little scarred, it didn't hurt his muscles and bones, and he still rotated his powerful arms.

The fat man and I couldn't help but feel a little moved when we saw him covering our retreat alone, but if we didn't leave now, we might really not be able to leave.

"Okay, Brother Long, you hold on."

I pulled the fat man up and went through the secret door, and then the little white face reached out and helped me and the fat man over.

Uncle Nine kept groping the walls in the dark, as if he was looking for something.

The fat man and I cleaned the dust off our bodies and the wounds that couldn't stop the bleeding, and the blood kept running down the sleeves and dripping to the ground.

This was arguably the most embarrassing we've ever had, with more and more rats coming out of the bronze statues of the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

When we got to the back, there were a lot of slightly larger gray rats with bloodthirsty red eyes glowing red, and the fat man and I were almost attacked.

Fortunately, there was a dragon boy who blocked this blow for the two of us.

"Hey..., Brother Long is really good."

The fat man praised the dragon boy with some gratitude, and then the two of us suddenly realized that we had forgotten something as if we were running for our lives?

"Oh no, why hasn't the dragon boy come out for so long."

I looked at the fat man and realized that something was wrong.

The rats that crawled out of the bronzes were even bigger and bloodthirsty in the later stages, and each pounce went straight to the neck point.

The dragon boy hasn't come out for so long, will there be any surprises.

"Damn, kill back!"

I was furious, and I wondered why I and the fat man hadn't noticed the dragon boy who hadn't come back yet.

If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have been able to escape so smoothly.

In an instant, I didn't even have time to pick up the dagger, which had long since been curled and could no longer be curled, and burrowed back into the secret door with my bare hands.

The fat man followed, and the howling yin wind accompanied the smell of blood rushed straight to the door.

I said in my heart that it was hard to become a dragon boy who had been killed, but I still had a glimmer of hope and fantasy in my heart, even if it was the Longtan Tiger's Den, I would save this brother back.

When I returned to the tomb where the Fang Ding and the bronze statue were placed, I saw blood stains everywhere.

The dark light was blurry, and nothing could be seen at all.

"Dragon Boy."

The fat man shouted and borrowed the lighter in my hand, and lit the iron torch that was almost bent.

Although the oil on it had burned out, it was mixed with the blood of those fierce and strange rats, and it faintly ignited again.

"It's important to save people, let's go our separate ways."

The fat man was a little impatient, and I knew that although he cared about the dragon, the rats hiding in the dark must be secretly watching us.

If you are not careful, you will probably be left with no bones.

"Be careful, Long Tsai is a practitioner who practices hard kung fu, and he will definitely be fine."

I comforted the fat man out loud, and I comforted myself, if Long Tsai really had any accidents, how should our two brothers repay him for saving his life.

"It's too late."

The fat man raised the torch and groped around in the darkness, until he saw a black figure in front of him that seemed to fall to the ground and struggled desperately.

In the faint light of the fire, the man was none other than the dragon boy, who was crushed by a heavy bronze object and tried to struggle but couldn't do it.

He could only let those huge giant rats lie on his body and gnaw on him, and he was about to become a blood gourd.

"Hold on!"

I roared and flew out with the fat man, and the dense bronze rats behind me all flew out of the darkness.

But they seemed to be a little afraid of the light, and their small black eyes like black beans peeked out from under the bronze masks.

It is possible to rush up at any time, but it seems that he is a little afraid of the torch in the fat man's hand.

"Come and help."

I tried my best to kick away the rat from the dragon boy and try to lift the bronze objects pressed on his legs, but these bronze figures from the Shang and Zhou dynasties were so heavy that I couldn't shake them with my strength alone.

Coupled with the fact that these huge monsters have their teeth exposed, flashing with a bloodthirsty glow, they quickly hide in the darkness and wait for an opportunity to pounce.

"Damn, these things are almost finished, and they know our torches won't last long, and they've been waiting to be extinguished."

The fat man scolded angrily and waved his torch back a few steps back from the approaching rat swarm, and his body was now covered with blood.

Of the three, I was the only one who was seriously injured, and although the dragon boy in front of me was crushed by the huge bronze weapon, his consciousness was still clear.

I just don't know how heavy the injury on my leg is, whether there is too much blood loss.

Seeing that I couldn't move the bronze statue alone, the fat man stuck his torch in the crack in the rock, turned around and worked with me.

"One... Two-three. ”

The two of us shouted slogans, almost using all the strength to feed, and the green tendons on our foreheads had reached the limit of the human body.

"Bell..."

The heavy bronze in front of me was forcibly removed by me and the fat man from the ground half a meter away, and then I saw the dragon boy pull out the injured leg little by little.

Under the light of the fire, the exposed stubble was faintly visible, and the flesh and blood of the entire left leg were blurred, and it was obvious that it had been completely destroyed.

"Hold on, let's go back together."

The fat man helped the dragon boy forward in the dark, and I just wanted to raise the torch to force back the approaching rats.

But he never thought that a bronze monster rat that fell from the top of his head fell without fear of the firelight.

In an instant, he extinguished the torch in his hand to the ground, and the flame instantly ignited when it met the strange rats, as if these strange rats had extremely flammable grease in their bodies.

It's no wonder these things are so afraid of fire.

"It's broken."

The fat man and I felt a chill in our hearts, and we didn't even have the courage to cry right now, and there was only one thought left in our hearts.

"Run!"

Quiet darkness hung over the three of us, and there were still a dozen steps left from the location of the secret door.

But it was this short distance of a dozen paces that the three of us were almost sacrificed alive in the tomb by this group of strange rats.

The fat man supported the seriously injured dragon boy and dragged desperately in the dark, regardless of the rats crawling all over his body.

I picked up the extinguished torch and waved it in the dim light, bleeding from wounds large and small.

The secret door in front of us is the hope of living, forcing us to desperately crawl over.

"Ganzi, I don't seem to be able to do it anymore."

The fat man suddenly spoke at me behind him, and when I looked back, I found that there was a big hole in his stomach.

The huge monster rat desperately burrowed into the wound, and the scene was extremely bloody and sad.

"It's going to be fine."

I desperately protected the fat man's side, trying to attract the injuries of those big rats, and tears gradually flowed down the corners of my eyes.

"You're fucking alive, I'm still waiting to ask Xiaobaiyan for that $10 million."

For the first time, I felt that the fat man was so important in my life, and he was as affectionate as I was, and he didn't have the habit of abandoning his teammates.

It wasn't until we saw the frightened little white face and Uncle Nine coming out of the secret door that we were vaguely relieved.

The five of them struggled in the sea of rats, and even the eldest uncle, the ninth uncle, suffered some skin injuries, and it seemed that this old antique dealer who had always only cared about his own life had finally moved seriously.