"Xiao Hao must have had an accident!" Uncle Long lowered his voice and said, "Quick, wake Tao Tao, we have to hurry up!" ”

Chen Tao was hung on his waist by Yan, and his seemingly thin body had so much strength, which really surprised Uncle Long and the mountain ghosts. In order to share his weight, the two of them each wrapped a mountaineering rope around their waists, and the other end was firmly tied to Chen Tao's body. If Chen Tao suddenly woke up and saw himself like this, I don't know how he would feel.

The mountain ghost probed in front of Chen Tao and pinched Chen Tao's middle with one hand, but there was no effect.

Uncle Long looked at Chen Tao, who was furrowed and motionless, and thought to himself that he was afraid that he had fallen into some illusion again, "It seems that I still have to use that method!" ”

Thinking about it, he grabbed the vine with one hand, and touched the backpack behind him with the other: "Mountain ghost, you hold his head up." ”

Uncle Long took out a plastic mineral water bottle, which was the potion that Yang Lixuan had made before leaving. He bit the lid with his mouth and poured towards Chen Tao's front door.

Chen Tao, who was in a coma, only felt a cold on his face, and a strong and unpleasant medicinal solution penetrated his mouth and nose, choking him and making it difficult for him to breathe, coughing violently a few times, and opening his eyes with difficulty.

After being stunned for a few seconds, he found that he was being hung in the air, and glanced at Uncle Long and the others above, and quickly understood the current situation. Shaking his aching head, he reached out and hooked a thick vine, and stood up with his foot on the root of a thick vine.

"Little boss, are you okay?" The mountain ghost asked.

After climbing on the rock wall for a long time, Chen Tao came to his senses, reached out and wiped the pungent potion on his face and said, "It's okay, did I faint again?" ”

"This octagonal earth dragon grass is really a good thing, but it's a pity that it's going to be extinct......", seeing that Chen Tao woke up, Uncle Long's hanging heart finally let go. With difficulty, he bit the cap of the bottle with his mouth, screwed it up, stuffed it back into his backpack, and said in a low voice:

"There must be something going on up there, Xiao Hao couldn't send us a signal...... Let's spread out and climb, all be careful. "There has been so much movement along the way, and it doesn't really do anything to lower your voice now, it's just an instinct of people in the face of unknown dangers.

Everyone turned off their headlamps and climbed to the edge of the cliff top, carefully poked out their eyes to look against the horizon, and finally saw the scene on the top of the cliff.

There's light up there!

There seemed to be a road in the middle of the cliff, and on both sides of the road stood stone rats half a man high, and the rats were standing and crouching, with their paws raised above their heads, and there was a brazier sitting on it. At this moment, a raging fire is burning in the basin. As far as the eye can see, countless braziers stretch from the mouth of the cliff into the distance like a long dragon. The firelight disappeared a few dozen meters away, and I only felt that it was dark and seemed to be a stone wall. There were two tall black shadows on the stone wall at the end, and it was too far away to see real, and I didn't know what they were.

On both sides of Yakou Road, there are many black boulders that are crooked. Most of them are square, and some of them are cylindrical in the size of a water tank. What attracted Chen Tao the most was that some of the stones on the far side seemed to be used to carve stone statues.

The distance of the stones was beyond the illumination limit of the brazier, and it vaguely looked like a human portrait. The statues appear to be unfinished or damaged, some with only half of the lower body, some with only the upper half of the body carved, and the lower half is still a somewhat angular boulder.

Looking at the stone statue swaggering in the dark, Chen Tao felt a sense of familiarity in his heart.

"What do you think, where have you seen it......" Chen Tao frowned.

There was no sound but the whirring sound of burning fires. Chen Tao looked around with some concern, but did not find Haozi's figure.

"How could these braziers be lit? Could it be that the fuel in them could keep them burning for so many years? Uncle Long frowned. His voice was very low, and only Chen Tao and the mountain ghost who were closest to him could hear it.

"Maybe someone lit it." Mountain ghost road.

"Could it be Haozi?" Chen Tao's eyes have been searching for Haozi's figure.

"It can't be him, he's only been up for a few minutes, where is the time to light so many braziers."

Everyone went around to the blind spot where the fire could not be illuminated, carefully touched the cliff, and hunched down to the bottom of a boulder at the very edge. There was limited space on the cliff, and if the gang did have an ambush, they could only hide behind the boulders in front of them.

The road was carved directly from the top of the cliff, and the road was smooth, with a little light reflected in the firelight.

The mountain ghost's hand is pressed on the submachine gun on his waist, and the gun has been loaded.

Everyone moved cautiously against the boulder, each step very light. They watched their surroundings vigilantly, always on the lookout for enemies in the shadows. No one spoke, and even breathing was slow.

After advancing seven or eight meters, there was a sudden commotion in the boulder pile behind the right, followed by a man's scream and a few shouts and Haozi's shouting: "Be careful! They're in the back! ”

"MD still dares to bite Lao Tzu, I chopped you!"

"Damn! How did he wake up! You're too light, aren't you? ”

Hearing the movement over there, Chen Tao and the others, who had just come out from behind the stones, hurriedly retreated. A series of gunshots rang out behind them, and sparks flew in the boulder area they were in. Fortunately, they were less than a meter away from the boulder, and they shrank back almost as soon as they poked out.

In a panic, Chen Tao and the others fell down behind the boulder to dodge. The firepower of the other side is very fierce, and there seem to be a lot of people, and they can't fight back at all.

“MD！ There are a lot of them! The mountain ghost took advantage of the gap to shoot a shuttle of bullets, and spat at the mouth fiercely. Although Stern is a little older, at least he is a submachine gun. At this time, in the face of the dense fire attack of another group of people, only the mountain ghost and Ah Cheng were the only ones who dared to find time to shoot back. Both of them have been mercenaries, and those who survived the baptism of gunfire are naturally much more courageous and skilled than others in the face of this situation.

Boss Zhang hid in the corner of a big rock, holding the submachine gun tightly in his hand, with a trace of hesitation in fear on his face, as if he was struggling with whether to stand up and fight back.

In the darkness, tongues of fire spewed, bullets drew lines of fire and crossed over the road, and the braziers on both sides were hula and hula blazing, and occasionally bullets grazed the stone basins, bringing a burst of rubble and sparks.

The mountain ghost and Ah Cheng shot at the opposite group of people at intervals, they had limited bullets, and one shot was missing. There were no human figures to be seen in the darkness, and the bullets were almost all fired on the stones, so they didn't have that many bullets to waste.

"MD! I knew I had to load up more bullets!" Ah Cheng scolded fiercely.

Yan was guarding the side with a gun, and Uncle Long dragged Uncle Long who was lying on the ground, with the muzzle of the gun facing the other side, preventing someone from coming around and sneaking attack.

In comparison, Chen Tao is much more cowardly. He had only seen this kind of scene in movies, and he didn't know how terrible it was until he really experienced it. Movies and television are for people to watch after all, and here are really going to die. Chen Tao hid under the stones with the submachine gun in his arms, and didn't dare to lift his head. Where had he ever experienced such a scene, the bullet rubbed against his head, and although it hit a shallow pit the size of a fingernail on the boulder, the splattered stone slag still rubbed a blood mark on Chen Tao's face, which scared his legs to go limp.

"Ah Cheng, don't fight, it's just a waste of bullets to go on like this, Hongmao, do you still have guys, give them a hard meal!"

Yan didn't reply, his hand reached into the backpack and took out a detonator: "Take it easy, I don't have a few!" ”

The mountain ghost gritted his teeth, lit the detonator, and threw it fiercely towards the opposite side.

Rumble......

With a loud bang, the detonator blew up a brazier, and the rat carrying the stone basin fell to the ground, and the fire oil in it flowed to the ground. A large flame burst from the ground, and the brightness of all sides seemed to be raised.

The darkness was filled with the characteristic smell of detonator explosions and burning oil, and shooting stopped on both sides, and there was a dead silence behind the boulders.

The two sides were at such a stalemate, and after a while, a female voice came from behind the boulder group opposite:

"Hewu plays side by side, and the pot is lit without beams!"

Listening to that cliché, the mountain ghost couldn't help but scold:

“MD！ This is too deceitful! Lao Tzu told you to scream, red hair, give me a few more detonators! ”