The sound of gunfire crackled through the crack in the stone door, and I realized that the men in black must be inside, firing at something in a dense manner.

If you break in rashly, you will definitely arouse everyone's vigilance, and even throw yourself into the net.

So with this in mind, I waited anxiously outside the stone gate until the gunfire stopped before making plans.

The huge stone door, which was about three meters high and two meters wide, closed so tightly that it seemed that even a small amount of air could not penetrate it.

I was in confusion when I suddenly remembered the snail shells I had seen earlier.

It was covered with speckled marks, as if it had been struck by something.

I held my breath for fear of being discovered by the man in black inside, and took advantage of the gap in a snail shell floating on the water, and bent down to pick it up.

This time, I couldn't help but take it in my hand and look at it carefully, and finally discovered an extremely terrifying secret.

The surface of these snail shells is hard like a rock, and the speckled imprints leave cracks on the surface of the armor.

"It's... This can't be a bullet. ”

I couldn't help but shudder at the thought of this, but I couldn't believe that the snail shell in my hand could stop bullets.

However, the bullet marks on it clearly confirmed all this, as if telling the group of men in black who had a fierce battle with these empty snail shells before.

When I think about this, I can't help but wonder in my mind.

It wasn't until I looked at the exit of the snail shell that a dark arm instantly poked out from below and grabbed directly at my wrist.

I screamed in fright and almost didn't draw my gun to shoot, but I was afraid that it would alarm the man in black in the stone gate, so I overcame the panic in my heart and didn't shoot.

And it wasn't until the next second that I saw that the black tissue poking out of the snail's shell was not a dark human hand, but a soft tissue creature with five tentacles.

If you don't look closely, it's really easy to think of a human hand growing out of a snail's shell.

Seeing that the thing was clinging to my wrist and couldn't break free, I swallowed the cold air in fear and let the thing crawl on top of me little by little.

Until the gunfire in the stone door suddenly stopped, and the thing retracted into its shell little by little as if it was not interested in itself.

It's just that when the ghost hand snail fell into the water, it suddenly spewed out a pale cyan mist, and my eyes widened and stared at it.

I almost couldn't believe my eyes.

What kind of snail is the snail in front of you, how come you have never seen such a mysterious and strange creature.

The pale cyan mist instantly spread through the air, and I took a small breath of my body in an unguarded state, and then I felt half of my body paralyzed instantly.

Although he was able to maintain consciousness, he couldn't control it anyway, so he could only rely on the stone gate and didn't dare to make a sound.

It wasn't until this time that I finally understood the meaning of the word "poison" left on the wall.

Not only does this never-before-seen creature look like the palm of a hand, but the snail shell it carries can almost rival that of hard rock.

I was half lying in the water in a state of resignation, hoping that the man in black in the stone gate did not find his voice, but what I never dreamed of was.

Dozens of ghost-handed snails that poked their heads out of the water as they had just now suddenly appeared, and they seemed to smell some kind of attraction.

All of them moved slowly along the surface of the water or the walls, black marks leaving large patches of slime on the walls.

It wasn't until I suddenly felt a sharp pain in the center of my foot that I realized that these things didn't just look weird, they seemed to have a penchant for cannibalism.

"Ahh

As his legs were gnawed, he finally couldn't help but let out a miserable scream, and in the next second, he couldn't care about half of his body paralyzed in the water and the man in black in the stone gate.

I began to struggle frantically in the water, but I accidentally touched the mechanism that opened the stone door next to the wall.

The black water in the corridor flowed down the stone gate in an instant, as if the flood gate had been opened, and then the stone gate was automatically closed.

When he came to the stone gate with the flow of water, his heart collapsed in an instant.

Because if it falls into the hands of the man in black, it should not be much different from being eaten alive by a snail to death.

It wasn't until the undulating currents washed away the snails that were attached to him that half of his body finally regained some sense.

What caught my eye was not a large number of men in black, but a mess and wreckage after the battle.

The corpses of the men in black were everywhere, and they were filled with disgusting ghost hand snails.

And it was the first time I had seen such a brutal and fierce slaughter scene, the remains of the slow-moving ghost hand snail accompanied by blood, splashing everywhere in the narrow space of nearly twenty square meters behind this stone door.

There is also a vivid mural carved into the wall, which is a hellish scene like a ghost purgatory.

The murals are full of ghost-handed snails with brown snail shells.

He didn't even have time to think about where the man in black had gone, so he hurriedly took off the gas mask from the face of a corpse.

But when I saw the face under the gas mask, I was greeted by a face that was poisoned and blue.

Obviously, the wound that has been bitten by a snail will contain a small amount of toxin, and if it is not treated in time, it is very likely that it will die of poison like the brother in front of him.

Looking at the wound he had been gnawed on in the water, he found that only a small amount of skin tissue had been gnawed off his bare ankle.

At this time, the blood was constantly oozing out, and I hurriedly wiped it with the disinfectant in my backpack, not knowing if it would help.

After finally taking care of the wound, he realized the strangeness that had happened in the stone chamber before, and his eyes looked at the wreckage around him.

These snails weren't actually lethal enough, but the men in black were huddled together, and it was too late to escape when they spotted the snails pouring out.

In this confined space, it was a little impossible to even shoot, and it was very likely that there was a chaotic stampede.

But after the gunfire in the stone gate stopped, and then he was forced to break in, there was only a gap of two or three minutes in between, how could so many people disappear in the blink of an eye.

And there were only five or six unlucky corpses left on the ground, which was obviously not proportional to the huge team of men in black.

I couldn't help but think deeply, and after putting on my gas mask, I was finally no longer afraid that I would be paralyzed by the poisonous fog that filled the stone chamber again.

The stone door behind him closed automatically when he first entered, and the few snails left around him were not enough to fear.

The dead silence returned to the burial chamber, and I couldn't help but turn my head to look at the stone wall behind me, the patterns on which I couldn't help but be heartbroken.

I endured my tired body and looked at the strange contents of the mural, which seemed to be a scene of purgatory on earth under the vermilion dye rendering.

And those brownish-yellow circular lines represent these snails, and I couldn't help but close my eyes and speculate, and finally associated with an astonishing truth.

King Yelang finally became an immortal, so he must not be able to understand the patterns represented in the murals with ordinary people's thinking.

Could it be that these ghost hand snails all climbed up from hell, on the other hand, the vermilion color on the mural is very similar to the ancients' conception and pattern of the hell scene.