In the stone room in front of me, the wall painted with the gray and strange Japanese flag was flickering with red light overhead, and the sound of stones rubbing was heard little by little.

Even the entire wall shook slightly, and then it continued to rise under my horrified gaze, revealing several strange black figures that had been hidden in the walls.

They were wearing ancient armor, with a sharp *** on their waists, and their exposed skin was grayish-white, an unprecedented weirdness and depression permeated their hearts.

This scene reminds me of the ghost warriors I met with Xiaoyue in the fortress left behind by the Japanese army.

With masks on their faces and a dull look in their eyes, I suddenly understood why there were so many severed heads in the stone chamber.

They seem to regard their heads as their trophies, so they are concentrated in the iron box in the corner.

Although some memories are when he was imprisoned for ten years, he was quietly hypnotized into his brain by the man in black.

But the scenes that are happening in front of me are real.

At this critical juncture, I still retained a shred of sanity, raised the rifle in my hand and aimed at the motionless ghost samurai in front of me.

There was a deathly silence in the air.

"One second, two seconds, three seconds." The shrill sirens outside the square were still ringing in my ears, and the red light that kept flickering overhead was reflected on my face, and there was an indescribable weirdness.

Time seemed to freeze in a moment, and I seemed to watch the ghost samurai in front of me suddenly shake his fingers, and then pull the trigger hard.

The shot hit it right in the middle of its forehead, but it only shook slightly, leaving a hole in the mask, but the guy was still unharmed.

Hidden within the walls of the gray Japanese flags are five narrow semi-circular spaces, in which five strange figures stand, seemingly corresponding to the sturdy Japanese soldiers in the black-and-white photographs.

They are the experimental objects of the Soul Gate Project, and they are also the last hole cards of the so-called Emperor.

It's just that this kind of experiment doesn't seem to make the subject 100% immortal.

Because two of these five figures have rotted into bones in their armor.

The remaining three figures still stood in place, their eyes shining with an unprecedented dead silence beneath their masks, as if I was about to be their next prey.

They would cut off my head, put it in an iron box in the corner, and continue to wait for the long years to be the next one who strayed into this strange tunnel left behind by the Japanese army.

The strange siren kept ringing in my ears, and I flinched back a little along the gap in the iron door behind me, just trying to slam the iron door to death.

The sharp *** instantly came in through the crack in the door, and it was only a little bit away from chopping off my arm.

I broke out in a cold sweat and subconsciously kept retreating backwards.

He almost tripped over the dry corpse behind him again, and the iron door in front of him made a "crunch" sound of being pushed open in the flashing red light.

At this moment, a ** suddenly fell out of the clothes.

I suddenly remembered those hands hidden in my pocket, if I didn't use them now, it would definitely be difficult to deal with when those monsters struggled out of the iron gate.

I quickly pulled off the copper ring on the ** with my hand, and threw it into the gap in the iron door that was pushed open a little bit.

In the dim light, the hand ** flickered and the fireworks left a strange arc in the air, and it landed impartially at the feet of the ghost warrior who was about to step out of the iron gate.

With a deafening explosion, the huge air wave spread to almost the entire underground square, and even himself, who was far away from the explosion location, couldn't help but lie on the ground.

The dust and smoke gradually dissipated, and just when I thought that the ghost samurai had been easily eliminated by myself, three strange figures still staggered out of the iron door.

The armor glowed a strange greenish bronze color, and apart from some tatters on its body, it was hardly harmed.

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I couldn't help but scold angrily, I never thought that I would encounter such a strange scene, and even the power of my hand ** could not completely wipe them out.

"Run".

At this point, the only thought that came to my mind was that these guys must have been injected with some unknown drug in an experiment decades ago.

Thinking of the half of the melted gold bar found in the laboratory at the beginning, the strange liquid with a pale golden color in the test tube is very likely to be the potion that the group of little devils experimented with in the Soul Gate Project back then.

After all, ancient alchemists often used gold as a medicine guide in order to refine the elixir of life, and the reason why the Japanese army piled up so many gold bars here must also be to achieve the purpose of immortality in the experiment.

Thinking about it in this way solves the mystery about the gold found in the tunnel.

Seeing that the dust and smoke had cleared, the three strange figures were still staggering towards my location.

A sudden fear rose in my heart, and I hurried to Suchak's position and carried him on my back.

His eyes subconsciously swept to the test tube on the table next to him, half a tube of pale golden liquid.

He simply sealed the bottle and put it in his arms.

Strange footsteps came from behind them little by little, their pace was neither slow nor slow, but their eyes were full of cold murderous intent, as if they were playing tricks on prey that could not escape.

I carried Suchak on my back and returned the route I had come from, and began to flee desperately.

Whenever I feel that those three strange figures have been thrown off by me, there will always be slow footsteps not far behind me.

This feeling is like being played by a hunter, but I don't feel the slightest anger, only inexplicable fear and depression spreading in my heart.

Finally I hid in an unexcavated tunnel, and I don't know where it was in the whole underground fortifications.

I heard the sound of slow footsteps again, and I could vaguely see behind me that the three strange figures had blocked my retreat.

I didn't even have time to catch my breath, so I once again desperately shuttled through the dimly lit tunnel, until suddenly there was no way in front of me.

An unprecedented sense of despair permeated my heart.

I didn't expect that I was running around, and I was actually forced to a dead end for Suchak.

They were wearing old armor, and the sharp *** in their hands flashed with a faint cold light, reflecting on the bloodless pale faces inside the masks.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

I suddenly realized that although their bodies were no longer functioning in their bodies, they seemed to still have a certain amount of consciousness.

In other words, their brains are not completely dead, and it seems that they have pre-designed to trap me and Suchak in a dead end.

I looked at the tunnel in front of me, which had not yet been excavated, and the sound of slow and heavy footsteps "clicked" behind me.

There were dust and impurities wafting in the air, and only a few figures could be seen in the dim light, and they pulled out the sharp *** in the scabbard on their waists, and still walked towards the two of us slowly.

I kept retreating with Suchak on my back, and there was no way to retreat at this point.