The situation in front of him has become a mess, the fat man is alone in the mutant spider, and it looks like this guy is completely berserk.

The little white face who was tied into a dumpling on the top of his head kept struggling, but saving him at this time would not help much.

And the back that appeared in front of my eyes was really real and illusory.

Under the light of the flashlight, a slender and terrifying shadow shines, which can't help but make people think about it.

"TM, you're a human or a ghost!"

I leaned closer and closer with tentative steps, until the sharp dagger in my hand almost caught his neck.

Looking at the dark corner, this guy turned his head little by little, as if he had stopped breathing, and couldn't help but swallow a few saliva times.

I was even ready for the most terrifying scene, this guy was wearing a Qing Dynasty official uniform, just like a zombie in the movie.

"Wait..., Qing Dynasty zombies? This is obviously the ancient tomb of the Qin Dynasty. ”

"Uncle Nine!"

It wasn't until he turned around that the pair of raised eyebrows and the characteristic peach blossom eyes almost made me gasp.

"Cub, be careful, don't do it."

I don't have much intersection with the man in front of me, but I remember that when I resold the ring, he was the one who helped me connect with the fat man with a big buyer.

Maybe it's because this guy looks very distinctive, and he speaks with a strong Guangzhou flavor that impresses me.

"Uncle Nine, why are you here?"

"Oh, don't talk about it, this spider is full of poisonous fat people, and I can't handle it alone."

I saw him speak with a somewhat funny accent, and then shouted at the place where the ceiling fell above his head, "Why don't you come down and help." ”

"Otherwise, a few of us will have to finish playing, and we won't be enough for this flower spider to stuff between our teeth."

I don't know why I saw it, but I always felt a lot more down-to-earth when I saw this strange old man, Uncle Nine is a senior antique fan.

No matter which dynasty has a history of 2,000 years, this guy can tell you the head of the Tao, and now there is a lack of a "cultural person" in the three-person team. ”

What's more, judging by his tone and eyes, there seems to be a helper hidden in the darkness.

Immediately after a loud bang from the trap where the little white face had just been cut, an extremely strong figure jumped down from the top of his head.

This guy stepped on the trap blade and acted like no one else, until I hid in the dark and shone it with a flashlight.

Only then did he realize that he was wearing heavy iron shoes on his feet, and every step seemed to cause the ground to shake.

"Be careful, don't hurt the fat man by mistake."

I saw that the situation in front of me was gradually stabilizing, and the fat man was holding a sharp folding pickaxe in his hand, and he became more and more courageous, and even the poison did not dare to attack easily, so I couldn't help but ask Uncle Nine next to me.

"I said that your old man appeared here in the official uniform of the Qing Dynasty, and the fat man didn't tell me to invite your old man out of the mountain."

The shriveled old man in front of him took off the hat on his head, and then explained with a funny accent: "I heard that you are going to Penglai Mountain to find the Third World Mirror." ”

"When I think of the danger there, and the fat man is my godson, how can I bear to let you go deep into danger."

I thought to myself, it turned out that this old guy had heard the news of the third mirror and rushed here, but we were in front of them and behind.

As soon as he was battling with poison, this guy slipped in quietly through the gap above his head, as for the terrifying Qing Dynasty official uniform he was wearing.

Maybe it's also to pretend to be an ancient corpse in the dark so that we won't find out, and in the end, we will reap the benefits of the fisherman.

For a moment, I even began to wonder if the American little white face was in league with him, but if you think about it carefully, Uncle Jiu's character.

If you can take it alone, you will never share the spoils.

"Boy, help me take off this piece of clothing."

"I just remembered that this antique corpse is very strong, maybe it can attract that poison."

Although I didn't understand the meaning of his words, I still did it respectfully, but what I didn't expect was that.

This time it really fulfilled Uncle Jiu's words, and a behemoth suddenly fell from the top of his head, and eight slender tentacles attacked like spears.

The terrifying black fangs drooped and dropped drops of fishy venom, which seemed to be mixed with corpse fluid, making people can't help but cover their mouths and noses and quickly retreat.

The fat man hurriedly ran over when he heard the voice, and the folding pickaxe in his hand was impartial, and it just poked into the belly of the poison.

The two stout steel forks of the folding pickaxe directly tore a notch off it alive, and in an instant, a colorful liquid flowed all over the ground along with unknown organs, and it was even mixed with strange bronze blocks covered with green hairs.

It seems that this thing is not just as simple as mutation, it was also manipulated by those alchemists thousands of years ago to keep it alive and feed on dead corpses to this day.

"Godfather...?"

When the fat man came back to his senses, he was shocked to find that the person in front of him wearing the zombie costume of the Qing Dynasty was actually Uncle Jiu, and he couldn't help but sigh lightly.

"Oops, Mr. Gan...".

It wasn't until the little white face hanging in mid-air above my head let out a roar that I remembered that there was a big living person hanging over my head all along.

He is the gold lord who drove our brothers here this time, and if there is any mistake, the 20 million will be in vain.

I took a brief look at the situation and found that the situation before me was becoming more and more chaotic.

The mysterious master brought by Uncle Nine seems to have quite a trick, and the purpose of this trip is needless to say, and he must be going to the Third World Mirror.

And the little white face and the two of us belong to the employment relationship, plus there are Alano and Xiaoya outside the island, who knows which side I and the fat man should help if they really fight?

"Hey, Uncle Nine has lived so long and still doesn't understand what you think in your heart?"

"Actually, this trip is not completely worried about the safety of you and the fat man, in this ancient tomb, except for the third mirror of the eight mirrors of King Qin."

"And one more treasure that is not inferior to him in the slightest, do you know?"

The ninth uncle in front of him suddenly squinted his eyes and stepped forward, and this extremely dangerous ancient tomb in the darkness seemed to add a bit of mystery.

"Godfather, are you talking about King Qin's bone mirror...?"

The fat man respectfully called his godfather, this guy got involved with Uncle Nine when he started the antique reselling business a year ago.

In these years, recognizing a godfather seems to be a relative or not, but it seems to have become an unwritten standard in the industry of reselling underworld weapons.

When I introduced myself, I first mentioned who my godfather was and what he did.

However, this special title always reminds me of Wu Laogou and the past ten years ago.

"Don't worry, Uncle Jiu, I won't go to the idea of hitting the Third World Mirror, let's take what we need."

"And I have to tell you secretly, the third mirror is very fierce, if the eight characters are not hard enough, don't touch it, don't think about this kind of thing."

Vaguely, I seemed to feel a hint of surprise flashing in the eyes of the little white American face next to me, and this news seemed to be unknown to him.