"Oops."

"Bear with it and you won't die."

The little white face in front of him almost fainted with fright when he saw the wound on his leg, and even his Chinese was much more standard in a hurry.

Seeing this, the fat man took out a bandage from his arms and bandaged it as soon as he heard an extremely strange movement behind him.

"Plop."

I instantly took the sharp folding pickaxe in my hand and listened carefully to the sound behind me, and sure enough, something seemed to be faintly moving in the darkness.

This feeling of silence to the bone is particularly terrifying, and even some terrifying images can't help but breed in my mind.

"There's one less flashlight."

"The backpack is gone."

The fat man looked back and carefully checked the equipment on his body, and although these things were in the water, they had obviously fallen in with us just now, and there was no reason why they disappeared so quickly.

In the dark, the fat man and I each held the remaining two flashlights in our hands, groping along the dark corners.

Until the little white face behind him screamed again: "Don't... Don't leave me behind. ”

The reason why I named him Little White Face is not because this guy looks like an orthodox blue-nosed and big-eyed American.

On the contrary, his appearance is no different from that of Chinese people, except that he speaks with an accent and his skin is slightly fair.

This kind of person knows without guessing that he must have grown up in Chinatown, USA, and no one knows why this guy is so generous.

No matter how tempting I tried with the fat man, this guy never said a word.

"Hell... Hell. ”

The last scream suddenly rang out behind me, and I suddenly raised my flashlight, only to find that the little white face had disappeared into thin air.

All that was left was the foul-smelling smell of the rotting merfolk stuck to the blade, and black bodily fluids flowed all over the ground.

The sound of dripping from the sewage pool overhead resounded in my ears.

I don't believe there's anything in this world that can make a big living person disappear in the blink of an eye, but the facts are right in front of me.

The little white face of the United States only had time to wail on the ground, and when I looked back again, the fat man also disappeared inexplicably in the darkness.

"Fatty!"

"Rustle... Rustle. ”

I was furious, and the sound of phosphorus armor rubbing the ground sounded in my ears, echoing in the darkness that was both terrifying and imagimatic.

"Who!"

subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and a sense of powerlessness rose in his heart, could it be that the fat man and the little white face had been kidnapped and killed by the ghost.

"Rustle...".

Then there was another terrifying sound in the darkness around me, this time I heard it very clearly, it was the rusty chains rubbing against the ground, as if each movement would drag the chains on the ground.

It wasn't until I finally heard the bearing, picked up the folding pickaxe in my hand and gritted my teeth, and when the wheel was round, I slashed down behind me.

In an instant, sparks flew everywhere, and the folding pickaxe in his hand slashed and slashed more than half a meter high on the metal, and even the palm of his hand was sore.

A sense of frustration that I have never felt before, I have not encountered such a big loss in so many years.

Even my companions were taken captive by him, and I still haven't seen the true face of this thing, and I can't help but be furious.

With a sweet throat, a mouthful of old blood spurted out.

What I didn't expect was that this unintentional act saved my life.

This thing had been in the dark judging the location of the bleeding wound on my body, and then attacked.

And this large mouthful of blood gushed out, just in time for him to reveal his true face in front of my flashlight.

Tiny black-gray hairs came into view, followed by two dark and shiny compound eyes and countless tiny eyes piled up on the face.

This scene really scared me half to death, it was no different from a monster, and even more vicious.

It has a pair of huge mouthparts, and a huge oocyst dragged between its waist and abdomen, also covered with tiny black hairs.

The terrifying fangs flipped outward with the roar of the flashlight, and it was actually a giant spider more than a meter tall.

I couldn't help but take a few steps backwards, until I watched the bronze chains on its body smash into the ground and sparks fly, and I realized where the strange sound was coming from.

Dozens of corpses hung from the stone slabs overhead, tangled in white cobwebs like bundles of rice dumplings, and I could even vaguely see the fat man and the little white face struggling desperately.

It seems that this thing was also kept in the tomb in the first place, but thousands of years later, the original ordinary spider has already mutated.

Feeding on dried corpses from the tomb, it turned into a huge monster.

Vaguely, I could even see the walls around me covered in colorful but blurry murals, and the mutant spiders once again dragging their bronze chains to hide themselves in the darkness.

In desperation, I had to rescue the fat man first, this guy's eyes were full of bloodshots, and it seemed that he had never been so angry.

"This thing is the product of Qin Shi Huang's group of alchemists, his grandmother's."

"The fat man is not powerful, you treat me as a sick cat!"

The fat man roared and snatched the folding pickaxe from my hand, and the thing exerted great power in his hands.

I seem to see again a year ago, the fat man with a wide heart and a fat body who moves forward bravely, no matter what danger he encounters, he has a desperate energy.

In the dark, I clenched the sharp short knife in my hand, turned on the brightness of the flashlight to the maximum, and walked with the fat man on his back, since I escaped from the Japanese army base under the old building, I found that the short weapon was actually more suitable for me.

Especially in the narrow and dark environment, holding a sharp blade in his hand, there is a heavy confidence.

The glow of the flashlight was accompanied by the trail of mutant spiders crawling on the damp walls, and this guy seemed to be a little scared.

As the so-called evil ghosts are afraid of the wicked, the fat man's murderous aura is not to mention that he is a beast, and even I, as a companion, have an inexplicable fear.

At this time, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he had completely changed into another person.

I even started to think a little cranky that this guy's personality had undergone a subversive reversal since he came back from Panshan a year ago.

Could it be that the contents also caused him to have the hysteria he once suffered, or the split personality after deterioration?

In any case, looking at the fat man in front of him at this time, this speculation is very likely.

"Ganzi."

"Didn't you always want to know what was hidden behind that stone tablet in Panshan?"

"If you can survive this time, I will tell you the truth of everything, you are a fat man, and I am the only good brother I have met in my life who can be trusted."

Leaning against his heavy back, the voice of the fat man's whisper came little by little.

I was stunned for a while, and then said angrily: "Since you are a brother, don't say such frustrating words, you really think that Lord Yama is a rag, and any scumbag dares to accept it." ”

I don't know if the fat man understands my joke in the dark, but this time it's even worse.

I seemed to vaguely spot an extremely strange and terrifying figure crouching in the corner, this guy was shivering with his back to us.

The ghostly shadow was stretched slender under the strong light of the flashlight, not to mention that this was in the ancient tomb more than 2,000 years ago, how could this scene in front of him not make people's hearts beat.