"Uncle Nine, you are well-informed, and the fat man and I really can't come up with an idea at the moment, what do you say to do."

I lowered my head and humbly asked the ninth uncle behind me for advice, thinking that since I couldn't listen to his old man's opinion, it wouldn't hurt.

"Xizai, Uncle Nine can't have any ideas when he's old, but his experience is still a little richer than that of you and the fat man."

"At present, since these bronze figures are sacrificial vessels, they must use a similar method of sacrifice to open the mystery."

I listened to what Uncle Nine said in front of me, and it seemed that there was some truth in it, and all we could use for lighting in front of me was the only lighter in my pocket.

But how long can this thing last, and with these bronzes that are so weird that they won't let us leave, who knows if something even more unbelievable will happen in the next second.

At this moment, I discussed it with the fat man and decided to go back the way I came.

Since this place was once covered with bronze utensils from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, it must be indispensable to the unjust souls of the distant ancestors.

After their souls were sacrificed, they were sealed in bronze vessels and could not come out, and perhaps because of this, they refused to let us go.

I thought to myself, while this explanation is a bit ridiculous, but there is no other way to do it at the moment.

Originally, I wanted to go back to the position where Fang Ding and the bronze stood outside the dark passage and kowtow twice, to represent to appease the dead souls in the tomb, and we didn't mean to disturb it.

Unexpectedly, when we returned to the secret door, the bronzes in front of us suddenly faced us.

At the beginning, I clearly remembered that these bronze figures were obviously facing the sacrificial Fang Ding, and their eyes were faintly squinting at the ground.

How could we suddenly change direction now, and look at the patinated eyes looking straight at us in the dark.

An ancient aura that has never been seen before, accompanied by an inexplicable weirdness, hits everyone's heart.

"I think it's better not to knock this head first, these bronze ancestors don't look like simple stubble, they obviously want to use our blood to sacrifice."

The fat man in front of him called these bronze men his ancestors, but none of them felt humorous and laughed out loud.

I just wanted to turn around and continue to ask Uncle Nine what to do, but when I looked back, I found that the fat man had a small paw on his back, which was resting on his two shoulders.

The nails of the claws were extremely sharp, and they emitted a ghostly glow under the light of the lighter, and I don't know what it was.

In an instant, all my thoughts lit up like a flash of lightning in my head, and my eyes signaled the fat man not to move if he was in a situation.

He held a lighter in one hand and pulled out the dagger in his waist with the other, and walked towards the fat man's back little by little.

Everyone noticed something unusual, and the little white face seemed to see something hanging upside down behind the fat man, and he was so frightened for a moment that he almost didn't dare to make a sound.

Thinking back to the two tiny paws that had just been placed on the fat man's shoulders, I thought they were the work of some rodent living in the dark part of the cave.

Unexpectedly, when the light in his hand completely enveloped the fat man, he saw a strange face exactly like those bronze faces.

Two small paws poked out from under the face, and they were now clutching the fat man's shoulders.

"This ...... What the hell is this? ”

I subconsciously picked up the dagger and slashed at it, but I didn't expect this strange bronze face to quickly dodge to the side.

The two tiny paws were covered with fluff, and they were so strange in the light of the lighter that I didn't see what they were for a while.

Its bronze mask made it impossible for me to see the real face, but I had a vague sense that it was small in size but extremely powerful.

Otherwise, it would not have been possible to carry a heavy bronze vessel on its back and still be so flexible.

"Look... Those bronze men, alive... Lived. ”

The voice of the dragon boy behind me echoed in everyone's ears, and when I looked back at everyone's eyes, I found that the bronze man mentioned by the dragon boy was resurrected.

It was actually the face of the bronze statue that fell off on its own.

The heavy metal made a muffled sound as it broke.

"Bang".

In an instant, countless bronze faces fell off one after another, revealing tiny black claws under each face.

It's exactly the same thing that was on the fat man's shoulder.

"There's a situation, copy guy."

I shouted for everyone to be on alert, and the doubts in my heart gradually became clear, no wonder the bronze statues would move to another location when people were not looking.

It turns out that there are mysteries hidden inside each bronze figure, and these claws hiding under the bronze man's face are not visible.

But it gave me and the fat man an extremely ominous premonition, and I always felt that there was something more terrifying hidden in the shadows and never appeared.

Tiny claws poked out from under more and more strange masks, and the fat man held the long-extinguished torch in his hand.

A bronze monster flew in front of him as it swooped down from the darkness, its black claws nearly sliding through his clothes.

Despite this, under the collision of this absolute power, the fat man still took two steps back, and the expression on his face seemed to be scolding his mother.

"This thing is surprisingly powerful, and if it swarms, the guy in front of us will definitely not be able to parry. ”

"Hurry up, I'll cover."

At the moment, only the bare torch in the fat man's hand was considered a weapon in the team, and the daggers in the hands of the others had already been curled.

Even if you kill yourself, it may not be useful.

Even the fat man, who was a stout man with a torch made of a pure iron pickaxe in his hand, took two steps back during the battle.

This scene was seen by me and the others, and I thought that I could only continue to escape along the dark passage, and try not to entangle.

The fat man brandished a torch and forced the bronze monsters who dared to jump back one by one.

Unexpectedly, a moment of negligence actually made one of them fly out of the bronze mask, and the sharp claws touched the fat man's body and cut through his clothes like a knife, and blood was dripping in an instant.

"Fatty."

I covered the evacuation of Little White Face and Uncle Jiu, and the tall figure of Long Tsai resisted the attack from the other side, and he was already scarred at this time.

His body was covered with scratches from sharp claws.

When the monster who sneaked up on the fat man and flew out of the bronze mask just wanted to watch the darkness escape, he was pinched by the kung fu dragon boy.

Now I really saw it, it was covered with black fluff, and its eyes were gray like a larger mouse.

They seem to be in a state of hibernation all the time when they parasitize on the bronze mask, and will not wake up no matter what the temperature changes.

But as soon as they smell the breath of a living person, they all wake up and swarm, their sharp claws sharper than knives.

Beneath the bronze masks hide fist-sized spaces that help them withstand the cold currents in the tomb.

It seems that when casting the bronze, it was thought of using this group of monsters as a living mechanism to protect the tomb.

The fat man rounded the torch in his hand and smashed a bronze rat to the ground, and the muffled sound was reflected in the dark tomb with the sparks of iron hitting the bronze.

The Fat Dragonboy and I are all almost exhausted, and these bronze rats are extremely difficult to destroy even after they are free from the parasitic mask.

Some will even play dead, and finally hide in the dark to find an opportunity to continue attacking.