I glanced at Wu Laogou beside me, and then dragged my scarred body to the side, holding a torch for him.

He held up the "box cannon" in his hand, which is scientifically called the "Mauser tactical pistol", and above the trigger, there is a device that can adjust the burst and single shot.

Therefore, it is also called "fast and slow machine".

Despite its great recoil, it has been abandoned by various countries in addition to production.

However, in the hands of the Chinese people, they have played an immeasurable role in the eight-year arduous war of resistance.

In dim light.

The old-fashioned Mauser pistol in Wu Laogou's hand flashed with a faint black glow.

It can be seen that he is usually very willing to wipe the oil for maintenance.

Now, I have no intention of pursuing the stupid idea of whether his gun in his possession is legal.

I just want to be able to take one step at a time, and live wherever I can.

He winked at me and motioned for me to step aside and plug my ears again, while I shook my head slightly and smiled at the corners of my mouth.

For medium-caliber firearms, how could he be frightened by the sound of an old-fashioned brake gun in his hand.

With a loud bang.

I was almost frozen in place, almost stunned by the sound of the gunshot.

Even the torch in his hand was knocked to the ground by the oncoming wave of air.

“… This thing, this thing is a cannon."

Looking at the strong smell of gunpowder around me, my heart couldn't help but tighten, and my ears buzzed.

The thick smoke dissipated, and I saw that the huge chain at the iron gate, which was originally the thickness of an arm, was instantly broken in half.

I'm afraid that this kind of power will hit people and almost fall apart, how did this guy do it?

I was muttering in my heart, but I saw Wu Laogou's serious expression.

The tongue in his mouth curled up, and a bullet came out of his mouth.

A bullet with a flashing copper light with a vermilion mark on the warhead.

He was quick with his hands and feet, quickly removed the ** and pushed the bullet into the gun, followed by another loud bang, this time the smoke was even thicker.

I don't know how this guy improved the power of the bullet so much, in the dim light of the fire.

Looking at his wrinkled face, a hideous smile appeared little by little with the flames of the torch.

The barrel of the Mauser gun held in the palm of his hand burned red, and even the palm of the gun was trembling slightly.

I can't help but feel in my heart that this guy is a little unreliable, "he is not afraid of blowing up one day and hurting his hand."

There are many ways to increase the power of a firearm, but the most common is to replace the ammunition with a more powerful one.

Although it will increase the power to another level, it will also increase the burden on the barrel, and the chamber will explode at any time.

The smoke dissipated.

The huge chains covered in rust in front of him were completely broken by the power of the improved bullets.

I was a little eager to try, and as if I were rubbing my hands, I grabbed the iron ring of the small door tightly with both hands, and then I suddenly exerted force.

There were bursts of sharp pain all over the body, with a "squeak" sound.

The iron door in the dim light in front of me was dragged by me and the crippled body cracked a small crack.

Wu Laogou, who was behind me, patted me on the shoulder and signaled me not to be reckless.

I waved my hand and said I was fine.

Just as he wanted to continue to pull hard, a black mist accompanied by bursts of dust and smoke rushed out of the door in an instant like a whirlwind.

I only felt a "buzz" in my head, and I just wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

Wisps of black mist, which seemed to be mixed with leaves and dust, patted directly against my face.

I don't know what those things are, but my mind goes blank for a moment.

A dry, powerful palm pulled me aside, and a black whirlwind swept down my scalp and ear on my right.

It's like tens of thousands of flies fluttering into a clump and buzzing in your ears.

I sat on the floor, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Wu Laogou, who was beside him, took the opportunity to put the barrel in his hand into the crack in the door, followed by a "bang".

The crisp sound of gunfire echoed throughout the chamber.

The smoke around the tip of the nose was completely filled before it dissipated.

I was suddenly reminded of the legend of the Miasma of the Tomb.

The air that has not been circulated for a long time, mixed with the bacteria that have been raised by the decay of the corpse, will gradually blend and change in the sealed space, producing even more terrible gases.

However, it is expected that the air quality is okay along the way, otherwise it would not be possible to support it until now.

Lao Wu beside him had a serious expression, and his rickety body was lying in the crack of the door and trying to look, followed by two more gunshots.

"Smack... Syllable. ”

"Not good, run."

He almost burst out, and before I could realize what was happening, he jerked him behind me.

Although Wu Laogou is not tall and looks dry and a little short, his strength and reflexes are far beyond ordinary people.

Maybe if they were not careful, they would have died in the tomb a dozen times.

"How... What's wrong. ”

I subconsciously asked, but my legs were already a little disobedient, and I kept shaking on the ground.

"Run, there's in there...".

His expression was terrified, almost as if he wanted to flee for his life.

Before he finished speaking, it was like choking in his throat, as if something was blocking his throat.

I didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly picked up the torch that was about to be extinguished on the ground.

At this moment, take advantage of the dim firelight.

I found that a gray-black rattan sticked out from the crack in the door behind Wu Laogou, like a branch of a ashamed tree that I had seen all the way.

It was wrapped tightly around his neck.

His eyes widened, and the veins on his forehead bulged, trying to break free of this strange force with all his might.

But no matter how he writhed, the black rattan-like thing on his neck never let go easily.

I couldn't help but panic, and suddenly threw down the torch in my hand and limped forward.

This time I could see very clearly what kind of rattan it was, and it was clearly a dry and rotten arm.

With a small palm, it was tightly buckled in the clavicle socket of Wu Laogou.

With the slightest movement, the sharp nails left a bloody streak on his skin.

"TM's... This, you endure a little pain. ”

I lost my mind for a moment, and I just wanted to use my hands to uproot the thing in the crack in the door.

But in front of me, I subconsciously waved my palms and waited for Wu Laogou to grab me, and said something vaguely.

Time passed by a few seconds, and if he delayed for a while, even the gods in the sky would not be able to save him.

The green tendons on my forehead burst out, and the palm of my hand stiffly opened one of the black fingers, which gave Wu Laogou a chance to breathe.

He first took a few big breaths of air, and then shouted with round eyes.

"Fire..., use fire quickly."

Then I came to my senses, and then I turned around and grabbed the fallen torch back in my hand.

However, he heard a crisp bone cracking sound behind him.

"Quack..."

It's like the sound of someone having their spine torn off by a huge force.

My hands trembled and I pressed the thoughts in my head and turned around quickly.

I saw that the black dry palm had retreated back along the crack in the door.

The old dog Wu in front of him tilted his head, his body was unstable, and he leaned heavily on the iron door behind him.

"Die... He's dead...? ”

The cold wind blowing through the crack of the door was mixed with a strange smell

The surroundings were eerie and silent.

I just felt a stream of blood in my throat, and I couldn't spit it out or swallow it, and it was very uncomfortable.