After the explosion of 'boom~', the burning remains of the figurines flew everywhere with green slime.

A considerable part of them smashed towards Zhang Wei in the passage, and if Zhang Wei hadn't dodged in time and was hit by these things, then the fun would have been great.

Just now, Zhang Wei used his empty right hand to carry a Bazooka and slammed it at the entrance of the passage.

His purpose in doing this was not to blow up the figurines, but to use this method to clean up the remains of the old and tall figurines that had been piled up there.

For some reason, these figurines are now acting extremely crazy, and it seems that even their instinct for fear of the hot flames has been forcibly suppressed.

Desperate, they rushed towards the entrance of the passage.

Even if you just rushed to the front of the entrance of the passage, you were immediately burned there by the ejectors.

As a result, before even a tank of oil was sprayed, Zhang Wei had already found a large pile of burning figurines and wreckage in front of the passage entrance.

They sent a wave of heat into the tunnel, causing the temperature of the blocked passage to rise rapidly, and it quickly developed towards a huge brick kiln.

If Zhang Wei didn't want to be stuffed by the heat wave, he could only keep cleaning up the pile of wreckage.

In this way, in the repeated process of constantly breathing fire and cleaning up the wreckage, there are fewer and fewer figurines outside.

Although there are hundreds of them in general, at the current rate of death, it really won't last long.

Seeing that after a short while, he would be able to clean up these figurines, Zhang Wei breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

But suddenly, the object's face changed dramatically, and he quickly threw away the flamethrower in his right hand, picked up the MG42 on the ground, and opened fire violently at the position behind him.

Because just now, he felt a burst of coolness coming from behind him.

The only problem is that after a very brief period of comfort, Zhang Wei remembered one point that he had overlooked:

Naturally, it is impossible for a powerful thing like a figurine to pass through the blocked passage behind them, but those ghosts such as spirits are not so worried at all.

They can take advantage of the attack of the figurines in front of them to attract their attention, and then take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack behind them.

If it weren't for the sudden temperature change, Zhang Wei really wouldn't have been able to detect such an abnormality for a while.

From the blocked passage behind him, there are not many spirits passing through, that is, the appearance of a dozen; they are all dressed in ancient costumes, and their strength is the appearance of second- and third-grade powerhouses.

So such a weak chicken-like opponent, after being discovered by Zhang Weishen and failing to launch a sneak attack, there was no suspense in the result.

Under the raindrops of demon-breaking bullets, their souls finally scattered one by one......

Carrying MG42 cautiously rushed out of the passage, and after finally confirming that all the figurines had been killed, Zhang Wei sat down on the ground with his buttocks.

From the moment the ruins came out, half an hour has passed now.

However, the intensity of the battle during this period was too great, and there was not much consumption in terms of true yuan, but it was an astonishing consumption in terms of physical strength.

The most important thing is that he feels that almost all the water in his body has been roasted out by the high temperature.

So the moment he collapsed to the ground, he exchanged a bunch of glucose injections without thinking, opened a bottle with his hand, and poured it all into his mouth in one breath.

Suddenly, a coolness ran down his throat, which almost made him feel cool to the bone.

After resting for half an hour, Zhang Wei, who had recovered, first walked around the huge square.

Just when he glanced at it, he seemed to find a lot of different things on the edge of the corner.

Sure enough, Zhang Wei found a lot of dry bones in these places, and judging from those relatively petite skeletons, all of them were women.

And on the skulls of these bones, Zhang Wei saw that without exception, they were all nailed with an iron nail.

After so many years, the iron nails did not show any rust, but Zhang Wei could see from the exposed section that there were various lines in it.

Obviously, these are all funeral companions of the handmaiden.

As for the iron nail on the top of the head, it is estimated that it is some kind of evil magic weapon refined by some ancient method, and as for the effect, it is to control the soul of the deceased and make it available to people forever.

After looking at it for a while, Zhang Wei walked to the delicate stone door with his gun open.

He wasn't sure if the back of the stone gate was the tomb of the legendary Tang An'an.

But since the dead are all dead, no matter what it is, it should be gone, and now they are still thinking about doing things to deceive the corpse, isn't it to cause trouble to the masses of the people!

Therefore, it is better to be honestly overtaken by yourself!

The MG42 in his hand, as well as the chain of nearly 500 bullets left, is his greatest confidence to solve all this; you know, when he fires with all his might, it is at least worth dozens of special personnel to attack at the same time.

When he walked to the door, Zhang Wei did not choose to enter through the open gap.

Instead, he suddenly burst out and kicked the stone door.

In a tooth-aching sound of friction, the stone door gradually opened all the holes in the back, and when the stone door was kicked, Zhang Wei clearly saw that the row of oil lamps behind the door was lit up one by one.

Everything behind the stone gate was completely revealed in front of Zhang Wei's eyes......

As Zhang Wei guessed, behind the stone gate is the most central place here: the main burial chamber of the mausoleum.

In the main burial chamber, which is not slightly smaller than the main hall outside, the most striking thing is the wooden coffin in the center, which has not been decayed for thousands of years.

The material used in the coffin is definitely some kind of extremely cherished wood.

Before Zhang Wei kicked open the stone door, he had already made enough preparations in his heart, but when he saw the coffin, he was still quite shocked.

Because the lid of the coffin has been opened, a mass of things like silkworm chrysalis has been erected in the coffin.

The chains that fell on top of the coffin were the disappeared classmates and teachers.

Zhang Wei didn't know whether they were dead or alive now, but each of them had had their wrists slit, and blood was falling down their wrists and falling into the coffin.

It is precisely because of this that the silkworm chrysalis, which is constantly absorbing blood, has long been a piece of blood red on its shell.

Inside and out, there is a strange feeling.

The Granny Zheng, who had disappeared for a while, was standing more than ten steps away from the coffin, commanding a group of women dressed as palace maids.

Constantly holding a big brush, the white grease in his hand kept brushing on the silkworm chrysalis.

Even if it is far away, even because he has an oxygen mask on his mouth and nose, and he can't smell the smell of grease, Zhang Wei can guess it.

Those things are the corpse oil that was secretly added to the rice noodle shop.

It was also because the stone door was kicked open, Granny Zheng stood in place, her body was different, but her head turned back 360 degrees.

Such an unscientific move failed to cause the slightest ripple in Zhang Wei's heart, mainly because the silkworm chrysalis in the coffin suddenly made a huge heartbeat.

This heartbeat alone made Zhang Wei feel an unimaginably huge coercion......