I slammed my fists, but I couldn't help but feel uneasy inside, in the dim light from the communicator.

Two big men leaned against the dark stone wall covered with moss, carrying their own "ghosts in their hearts".

Suddenly.

He sighed at the darkness, the eyebrows on his face jumped up and down, his eyes were about to narrow, and he said to himself: "I am a person who is half buried in the loess, and it is not a pity to die." ”

"It's a pity for you, Sanniang."

"I've been entangled with me for half my life, but I haven't got a name yet, my old dog Wu can't stand you."

As he spoke, tears began to fall down his cheeks.

I watched from the sidelines, but there was no fluctuation in my heart, I only felt that the "Sanniang" in his mouth was nothing more than a good concubine.

It's not surprising that he was touched in this desperate situation.

The more he cried, the more excited he became, and his voice was almost choked, but it couldn't help but make me a little upset.

Look at the darkness in front of you, and the unexplored realms.

I don't know how many unjust souls there are in this netherworld, but I do know.

It won't be long before two new members will be added to their company.

I turned my head away from him, but my eyes subconsciously swept to the half of the white robe around his waist.

The communicator in his hand emitted a faint light, illuminating his gaze.

Suddenly, I was stunned in place, and my heart couldn't help but tighten, but a black object was faintly visible on the waist under the white robe, with a strip of white cloth tied to it, clearly like a gun handle.

My face was pale, and I didn't even dare to breathe for a while.

Thinking back carefully, the various experiences after meeting him turned over in my mind.

At this moment, I couldn't wait to slap my thighs and curse angrily in my heart.

"TM, I was deceived by this old guy."

This guy has been acting all along, and he hasn't shown his feet until he is in a desperate situation.

"What kind of bullshit is a first-time tomb robber, how can a tomb robber see that the soldier's face is not red and breathless, so he is almost a military master."

What's more, the handle of the gun pinned to his waist is not good at first glance.

Now, I'm really sorry for it.

When I thought of why I didn't have the heart to throw him on the stone platform in the first place, and let the female ghost ravage him, I couldn't help but feel angry.

I only felt that my chest was tightly enclosed in a fire, and I didn't dare to vent or swallow it.

I clenched my fists, my eyes almost bursting into flames at the darkness in front of me, and I wanted to punch him a few times in the old face.

But after several measurements in my heart, I finally swallowed this breath.

After all, if we turn our faces now, it will be the two of us who will suffer, even though he looks thin.

But the old-fashioned brake gun looming in my waist definitely won't let me take advantage.

Rather than die in the net, it is better to calm yourself down first and find a way to survive is the real way.

I probed his face with the afterglow of my eyes, dry and compact folds together, where it looked like a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties, clearly an old man who was close to his sixtieth year.

can see the black hair on the top of his head standing on end, exuding vigorous vitality and vigor, and he can't help but feel a little angry in his heart.

As if he had noticed my eyes, he inadvertently turned his head to face me, and just wanted to speak, but seemed to stop talking.

I was afraid of revealing my horse's feet, so I snorted coldly, and gradually bent my legs, which were already straight and almost stiff, into the darkness.

Leaning against the cliff wall behind him, the old wound from his right calf returned.

Blood was running down his ankles and onto the trunk of the tree, already glowing black and red, a sign of imminent suppuration.

If you don't treat the wound, I'm afraid even this leg will be terrible.

Gritting his teeth, he tore the broken rag of his right leg little by little, and the red wound rolled outward, revealing a pungent smell.

I know that this is the "masterpiece" of those little devils who soaked in specimen bottles, and once the corrosive liquid invades the wound, the infection will definitely worsen.

"You're hurt, why didn't you say it earlier."

"Wu Laogou", whose mood gradually eased a little, squinted his eyes and probed.

In the next second, his right hand reached into his arms and groped a few times, and finally took out a small white jade-colored porcelain vase.

I shrank my leg back, and was about to reach out to stop him, but the white powder in the bottle had already spilled on the wound, and I instantly grinned in pain.

His speed is in one go, but he seems to be already a skilled "old Jianghu".

"Thanks to me, if it weren't for your leg, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to save my life."

I bowed my head in silence, thinking in my heart that I must not show my feet, but I didn't know how to cooperate with him to play the trick, and then I was silent.

But the next moment, his words sent chills down my spine in an instant, like falling into an ice cave.

"Afterlife."

"My old dog Wu has been walking the rivers and lakes for decades, and what others are thinking in their hearts can't be hidden from my eyes."

"Now I don't go around in circles with you, I'm really not a first-time tomb robber, if you want to fight a fish to a dead net, just do it, anyway, leaning on this shame tree, you and I won't live long."

I chuckled in my heart, and cold sweat immediately flowed down my forehead, and I subconsciously wiped it with my sleeve for fear of being seen by him.

But even if I don't have a mirror around me at the moment, I can guess that my face must be ugly.

This is not something that can be disguised.

Inadvertently, he sighed, looked at the dark abyss under his feet, and the voice of Wu Laogou came again in his ears.

"I think you have a good heart, so it didn't hurt you, if you abandoned me on the cliff above just now, then I'm afraid you will die first."

I jerked my head up, and a deep sense of fear permeated my heart.

"He's right."

It's easy for him to shoot me, but I'm not a vegetarian!

I cursed in my heart, clenched my fists and tried to strike first.

But he never thought that before the fist that his right hand had just clenched was swung out, the pain on his calf instantly increased more than ten times.

"Sss

I gasped in pain and stared at him with a vicious look.

What came to me was a cold black muzzle against my forehead.

There was silence all around, save for the sound of my heavy breathing and the heaving of my chest.

He looked so calm and relaxed that he didn't even look at me, and his other hand groped in the old gray hexagram repeatedly.

Eventually, he took out something similar to naan, handed it to his lips and ate it in a big gulp.

Looking at his gobbling up food, his uncompetitive stomach couldn't help but be a little hungry.

I subconsciously swallowed my saliva, thinking that he would not dare to shoot, just pretending to scare me, and then couldn't help but shake my tired body tentatively.

After all, in such an environment, the only remaining person is almost waiting for death.

But what I didn't expect was that the deafening sound of gunfire, accompanied by a scorching bullet, slashed over my head and struck the cracks in the rocks, sending a series of sparks flying from the pistol.

He still ate the naan in his hand, the old-fashioned brake gun full of patina, slightly raised an inch, and the muzzle of the gun was rising in bursts of smoke.

I froze in place, the thud accompanied by a bullet that almost slashed down my scalp.

The body trembled involuntarily, and for a moment my mind went blank.