Cold sweat ran down my cheeks on my forehead, and I held the pistol with only four bullets left and watched the back of the man in black attack me little by little.

They were apparently unaware of the presence of someone behind them, and had been watching to dodge the huge snail half a meter high in front of them.

"Tick-tock... Tick. ”

In the damp and dark corridor, the rainwater dripping from the cracks in the stone fell to the ground, but the sound kept echoing in my ears.

Until the next second, I suddenly saw a man in black wearing a gas mask accidentally touched by the pale green poisonous mist spraying in front of me.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly put down the pistol, covered his face with his hands, and rolled desperately on the ground.

By the time the other men in black pulled his body back, his entire face had been corroded and sunken, and white brain tissue mixed with unknown fluids was splashing everywhere, while his chest was still throbbing.

Through the blurred lenses on my gas mask, I watched as a large living person was so easily obliterated.

I finally realized how terrible this thing was.

"Run..."

At this time, I didn't care about trying to catch a job, and I only had one thought left in my mind.

That's running, run.

I looked back at the entrance to the tunnel I had come to, and the dim light seemed to beckon to me.

Seeing that there was still a way out, I finally made up my mind to turn around and flee, but what I never dreamed of was something.

As soon as I ran two or three steps, there was a sudden suspension under my feet, and then a strong sense of weightlessness came to my heart.

I was shocked, and realized that I must have stepped on some mechanism.

Unexpectedly, the feeling of weightlessness was not completely over, and the icy pool of water had already covered the lower half of the body.

It was supposed to be a flap trap full of steel knife traps, but because of its deep depression, rainwater had turned the trap into a small pool.

Just when he was a little lucky, a figure suddenly fell above his head, and he hit his head impartially.

Seeing this, I hurriedly dived into the water, and the falling water was tumbling, and I couldn't see anything in the dim light, except that I vaguely felt that a black silhouette of a human figure had fallen into the pool like myself.

Time paused for two or three seconds, and I hesitated to take the opportunity to kill him underwater, but suddenly the voice of the black-clad accomplice came from outside the trap.

"Are you still alive, report the situation."

The hoarse voice mixed with the anxious and tired tone made me gradually realize that this group of men in black must have suffered heavy losses in the ancient tomb, but how many people had died.

This is obviously still an unknown.

Through the dim light underwater, I repeatedly pondered whether to strike first.

Seeing that the silhouette of the humanoid figure that had just fallen gradually stabilized its figure, he heard the hoarse voice of his companion above his head and wanted to open his mouth to report the situation.

Seeing this, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and took out the dagger on his waist and swam over.

This is also the first time that I have the idea of wanting to take the initiative to kill, although I am a little hesitant, but I recall the previous plot of the group of executioners on the train who killed people and divided the corpses, and my heart gradually cooled.

Unexpectedly, before he could make his first move, there were already bursts of screams from the black-clothed crowd above, as if they had been attacked by some unknown creature again.

This was obviously good news for himself, and the body that had dived out of the water had already come behind the man unconsciously, and was about to swing a dagger and stab him down.

The back of the man in black in front of me, who was also killed with me, made me feel inexplicably familiar and cordial, as if I had seen it somewhere for a while but couldn't remember it.

In his hesitation, the ripples on the water finally caught the man's attention, and he turned to look at me as the raised dagger was about to stab, and his face turned pale with fright.

This was obviously the reaction of a normal person, but when both of us gradually came back to their senses, both of them were stunned.

"Gan... Mr. Gan. ”

Looking at his blonde hair and pale blue pupils, I suddenly remembered the mastermind who had set foot on the shore ten years ago and wanted to take a boat to find the third mirror.

is also the little white face of the United States who promised himself and the fat man to give me two millions of dollars.

At this time, no one thought that I would actually meet this foreign old man in the ancient tomb of Bashu.

"Gan... Sir, you're not dead. ”

Although his words were not very good, his expression was full of unexpected joy, and he couldn't help but recall the life-and-death friendship formed in the tomb of Concubine Jin ten years ago.

The two of them were looking for a way to climb up in the trap pool, but they accidentally discovered that there was actually a very secret diversion hidden underwater.

It's as if the craftsman in charge of constructing the tomb in the first place would have guessed that the trap might be eroded by water due to the terrain.

Seeing this, I hurriedly pulled him out of the pipe, until I almost suffocated and fainted from lack of oxygen in the current, and finally there was a glimmer of light in front of me.

At the end of the pipe is the outlet of a waterfall stream.

Escaping from the tomb so quickly obviously caught me a little unexpected.

Overhead, the sky that should have been dark blue was still filled with dark clouds, as if it was about to rain again at any moment.

The two of us swam out of the exit, lying on the ground and breathing in the fresh air, our hearts filled with the luck of the rest of our lives.

What I didn't expect was that the little white face of the United States back then was not killed on the island.

The fat man and the little white face and I all survived the bamboo raft on the return, but Long Tsai and Uncle Nine stayed in the tomb of Concubine Jin forever.

This somewhat hazy memory finally reminded me of it ten years later, but when I asked why the little white face wanted to work for the man in black.

His words suddenly stunned me.

It turns out that everything that happened in the tomb ten years ago is real, and the reason why Little White Face wants to cooperate with the man in black is precisely because he wants to rescue the pair of sisters and brothers who are tortured by the curse and can live forever, but can never escape from the tomb of Concubine Jin.

Recalling the girl of the Qin Dynasty with a better face in my memory, the eyes that parted with him in the ancient tomb, I knew that these two people must have a play.

It's just that what I didn't expect was that that memory also happened in real time, and it wasn't tampered with by the man in black.

I sat beside the damp waterfall and didn't say a word, and the surrounding environment was more like coming to the Bashu Mountains, which are full of ruins of the ancient kingdom of Yelang, and more primitive mountains.

But the shock in my heart could not be calmed down in any way.

The little white face told me that the leader of the men in black was a person who could not be understood by ordinary people, sometimes terrifying and sometimes kind, but as if he had the power of an unpredictable prophet.

He sat silently by the rocks until it became darker, and the two of them began to light a campfire in the forest in search of food.

Facing the little white face's complaint, it was not that he didn't believe his words, but was gradually shocked by the memories that kept flipping in his mind.

The two of them sat around the makeshift tent and the fire, and couldn't help but warm themselves by the fire.

When he saw that I didn't speak, he even told me another piece of news that made him even more excited.