I looked at the black iron mask in front of me, and I felt a vague urge to put it on my face, but when I hesitated, I suddenly saw that the edge of the mask was covered with tiny needle holes.

Suddenly, I felt that my face was a little uncomfortable, and a fear that I had never felt before spread throughout my body.

I couldn't help but guess that the way to wear the mask in front of me was to sew the entire bronze mask on the face, but if I did this, wouldn't it be completely impossible to take it off?

Finally, to prevent my hysteria from flsing, I put a thin thread through the hole in the mask and put it on my face.

What I didn't expect was that the inside of the mask was covered with many barb-like iron hooks, and the blood flowed directly into my face.

But when I put on the mask, I didn't have the slightest intention of taking it off, despite the burning pain on my face.

But there is a steadiness and stability in my heart that I have never had.

The fat man turned around and found that I had almost not smashed the torch in my hand with my face in my mask, and did not freeze completely until I heard my voice.

"Ganzi, you... You... How do you have blood on your face. ”

The fat man asked with some concern, thinking that I was in danger behind me.

I waved my hand and said it didn't matter, there seemed to be a lot of space in the tree hole in front of me, and there was even a staircase built by craftsmen as I continued to go down.

In the dim light, figures stood in the darkness.

It turned out that there were also soldiers in black tights, but they were the same as the neatly arranged veterans outside.

All covered in white fluff growing from their pores, their sallow skin and sunken eye sockets have been dead for years.

The mask I was wearing on my face instantly caused a misunderstanding between Little White Face and Uncle Nine and the others, although they all advised me to take the mask off.

But the moment I put the mask on, all the tiny needles inside were stuck in the flesh, and it was not easy to take them off even if I wanted to.

"Uncle Nine, how much else do you have to hide from us?"

I seemed to be a little hoarse even with my voice under the mask, and for a moment it was as if I had changed in the team, and my heart had never been so calm as it was today.

The ninth uncle in front of him walked at the front of the team, and after being stopped by me, he was stunned for a moment, and then turned around and trembled.

"Fine, since you insist on wanting to know, then I can't hide it anymore."

He suddenly puffed up his chest and looked up at me, his old eyes blazing, as if he was very righteous and full of sadness.

"Actually, your godfather did a lot of bad things for the Japanese back then..., although it was a low-grade job that could not be seen."

"But there are still many rules in the industry that must not be touched, and the most serious one is to act as a lackey for the Japanese."

The team in front of him gradually stopped, and everyone seemed to be listening to what Uncle Nine was saying, only to see him stop and swallow his saliva, and continue.

"Then one day he folded in the ancient tomb, and many people wanted to see if this traitor was dead after getting the news."

"Until one night, I and a few masters in the inverted bucket industry found Wu Wenju's residence, but I didn't expect to meet the woman named Sanniang, and I didn't expect it."

"That woman is a monster! She's not human. ”

"I've seen her eat human flesh and drink human blood!"

Uncle Jiu's eyes suddenly widened, as if he was extremely frightened and recalled the original scene.

This sentence also scared the fat man and the little white face and others.

I looked at the ninth uncle in front of me and seemed to be really puzzled, whether he was talking about a lie or something that really happened.

It's just that with the records in his memory and diary, Wu Laogou is indeed a selfish villain, but he has no choice but to be a traitor to the Japanese.

There are a lot of reasons for this, and I haven't thought about it again, as for the so-called Sanniang is a monster.

When Uncle Jiu opened his mouth to talk about Sanniang, he couldn't help but scare me out of a white sweat, his expression didn't seem like he could pretend, he must have seen some extremely terrifying scene.

The mystery in front of her seems to have shifted from Wu Wenju to Sanniang, and later Wu Wenju did not hesitate to go to various poor mountains and evil tombs in order to resurrect her, just to find the legendary Yang Zhu.

I thought about what Uncle Nine had said suspiciously, and the hot pain on my face instantly disrupted my thoughts.

I didn't ask him about Wu Wenju until later, and Uncle Nine inadvertently avoided my gaze in the team.

I can't help but feel that this old guy seems to have something to hide from me, and I don't believe that Wu Wenju will be as heinous as he says.

Little by little, the team walked through the dark tunnel, and the fat man couldn't help but sigh, we have all become rats burrowing in the past few days.

Happily, at the end of the tunnel we found a simple headquarters, which seemed to be left behind by the mysterious team that had concealed the number of the troops.

In the dim light, dust fell on the table.

Only one of its striking maps immediately came into view.

It even clearly records how they dug a gap in the weakest part of the tomb, and the planned retreat.

As for why they came to this ancient tomb and what they were looking for, there was not a word on the paper.

The woman in yellow seems to be particularly close to the little white face, this Qin man from more than 2,000 years ago actually lived in the ancient tomb for thousands of years just because he drank the blood in the chalcedony.

It's not hard to imagine that there are so many mysteries and secrets hidden in this ancient tomb, each of which is enough to make people break their heads and fight for it.

For example, in the sarcophagus, the jade man and the mirror of the third world can make people immortal.

The fat man held the old map in his hand, and finally found the so-called exit route little by little according to the guidance above.

In the dim light, I could only see a pool of black muddy water suddenly appear in front of me, and the map seemed to indicate that there was a pool.

However, it does not say how deep the pool is, whether there will be any danger in the water.

I carefully stretched out my fingers and dipped them into the black water, only to feel cold and biting, and the water seemed to flow as it ran through my fingertips.

It's not a stagnant water.

The fat man was ecstatic, it seems that we should not be far from the exit this time, he is thinking about Alano, but I still can't get out of Xiaoya's heart knot.

The map shows that there is still a long way to go after passing through the pool, and there are several dotted lines drawn with red pen on the paper.

I don't know what the dotted lines mean, as at the moment we're walking what seems to be the second escape route in the map.

This mysterious force seems to have made all plans before setting off.

In fact, there is one thing I have not told anyone else, and that is that most of the rusty rifles on the shoulders of these veterans are made in Hanyang or Manlisya bolt-action rifles.

Many wore black scarves under their heads and even small braids.

This is enough to show that this army was ordered to infiltrate the tomb in the late Republic of China, in the era of warlord chaos.

I don't know what kind of attack it was that caused everyone to survive and grow tiny fluff like the germ of a plant.