Incredibly, the Vietnamese replica 54-style pistol, which had almost become a pig iron lump, went off the rails. I somewhat admired the craftsmanship of those black workshops, but no matter how delicate they were, the gun had always become a lump, and the bullets inside exploded, which still made us suffer a little in such a small space.

The fragments of pig iron did not hit so hard, the warhead flew elsewhere, and I heard only a sound of wood cracking.

Actually, it wasn't too much of a threat, and it was the things that made us almost get up and run because of the explosion.

The light of the fire lasted less than a second, but it was more than enough to give us a good look at what was overhead.

At first, I was stunned, because I didn't know those things, but when the fat man yelled, I immediately realized that those things were old faces.

Above our heads, in the cracks of those coffins that didn't have a lot of space, heads poked out of them.

At first, I thought it would be pangolins, but the green light of the eyes and the black, shiny black fur instantly made me understand that it was a big mouse that we had just eaten.

These pointy black-haired rats, with their tails already more than a meter long, are huddled together one by one, and they don't know when they came. But after thinking about it again, I realized that it seemed that we had broken into their lair.

Almost instantly, I and the elders on the ground had already burst out and rushed out towards the corridor of bright coffins. Sure enough, in the next second, I knew that those rats were indeed not easy to mess with.

The fat man scolded in the back, he was still half-crawling on the coffin, not as flexible as we came, we all rushed out for several meters, and he barely fell to the ground.

Listening to the fat man's voice at this time, he seemed to have been bitten by these rats. But the chaotic sound of the ground behind me and the shelves still kept me from looking back.

The fat man was also nimble, and after a few rings in the back, his voice appeared in the alleyway on our left. As I ran at top speed, I yelled over there, "Where to run, you'll have to jump off a cliff to get out." ”

The fat man's rapid gasps died down for a moment before he heard him respond: "Where's the old man?" Find him to shoot twice, it's time to save gunpowder. ”

I was shocked in my mind, and then I remembered that we were not bare-handed, but when I turned my head to greet the old madman, I realized that this person had long since lost his mind.

I turned around and took a look, the gas lamp didn't have time to get it, it was still in the corner, but a large mass of black hair rats had poured down to the ground, and the cover of the gas lamp had already been shattered.

A huge ball of fire came out of the container, in fact, it was a gas lamp, but in fact it was not filled with gas, the old madman didn't know where to get the grease, this thing burned very slowly with cotton thread as a fuse, but this will break, and immediately the flames will rise, and the momentum has the possibility of leading the coffin.

There was a large group of rats who seemed to be interested in the fuel, but when they thought about it, it was not so likely that the place would bring in oil from outside, and the only way was animal oil, and the old madman would know by estimating the amount of rat meat smoked by the old madman, and most of them were their own kind.

But at the same time, not all rats are so blind, they are staring at us, and several of them have almost hit my head with the effort of turning their heads. I'm not afraid of these things, the only thing I'm afraid of is the slippery feel and foul smell, if I were given a knife, I could kill a few, but compared to the consequences of causing a series of unappetizing consequences, I was still more afraid of the latter.

There is no way to find the old madman, this guy doesn't know if he ran away first or is already glorious, I just looked at some raised rat pile at the gas lamp behind me, it seemed to be his size.

I knew that there was no hope for the firecracker, so I immediately shouted back to the fat man, "The old madman has died, you think of another way, I just ate the flesh of these things, I don't want to be filled by them in turn." ”

As soon as I finished yelling, I felt a tearing pain in my back, as something had clawed through my coat and clawed at the wound on my back.

Reason made me not stop to deal with it, I went back to grab the big mouse hanging on my back, and immediately I touched a slippery thing with a bamboo texture, I was a little nauseated, but I just endured a desperate drag.

What I didn't expect was that the tail of this thing would be so untouched that the long tail of the mouse fell into my hands. The big mouse was in pain, and almost at the same time, his teeth were embedded in the flesh of my back.

The teeth of the black mouse are slender, and very sharp, and it seems that there are some dirty things sticking, and the whole person in my pain arched forward, but fortunately it was pulled by the old generation, and it did not fall down instantly, and the old generation slapped the big mouse on my back with a slap, and at the same time, the long teeth of the mouse also took away a large piece of meat on my back.

After stumbling a few steps, I stood firm again, and my speed did not drop much, and there was already a gust of wind behind me, and the sun's rays were not far ahead. At this point, I must not fall, and I have already thought about the consequences of falling. In the mummies, those who are devoured by the swarm of corpse beetles. In short, here, I will definitely be dozens of times worse than those unlucky ghosts.

In an instant, I had stepped out of the platform outside the alcove tomb, and the slightly southerly sun had somehow shone on all the corners of the platform.

We didn't stop, we hurried to the edge of the platform, and when we turned around, we found that the fat man had also rushed out from the side, and his path was not so smooth, and he made many corners, but he finally saved his life.

The fat man came to us, shook his hand and dragged the two big rats hanging on his buttocks down and fell into the cliff, the rats didn't resist much, they were completely wilted, and they followed the arc thrown by the fat man, twisted a few times and disappeared into the fog below.

Because of the angle of the sun, the clouds and fog are much lower, I looked at the circular valley overhead, according to this, at least at two or three o'clock, the sun will completely dissipate the clouds, but also at that time, the sun will be covered by the cliff heat, and the time for the valley bottom to be revealed may not be more than an hour.

I was peering down the cliff to see if there were still vines under my feet, and I was sure that I would be in a desperate situation, but at first glance, I already had the idea of those who had gotten into the coffin, were they trying to hide from these big rats? Perhaps the situation before their death was not much different from ours.

In fact, there are still a lot of doubts about the death of those people, in short, if you encounter a mouse, the first thought should be to rush out, and then meet our current situation, then death is also jumping off a cliff or being eaten on the edge of the platform, and will not always meet the rat, and then get into the coffin to take refuge, so wouldn't it be a death. And there is another question, which is also the biggest doubt, why there are zombie-like anomalies among these people, and the rest of the normal causes of death account for a large proportion of them are caused by excessive blood loss from their bites, such a terrifying thing, I really can't think about it with normal people's thinking.

Globally, more than 50% of rabies infections are caused by rat feces or more directly bitten by rats.

Studies have also shown that rats are one of the most numerous organisms that carry and transmit rabies virus, and there are many consequences for people after being invaded by rabies virus, but the most outrageous thing is to lose their minds and bite any person or other creature that can be bitten by him, but it is so serious that it is indeed very rare, and it is not easy to find a case in thousands of cases.

Those who have abnormal fangs in their teeth and bones and who have brutally bitten their companions to death seem to behave like rabies, and the presence of so many rats seems to confirm the fact.

But those who understand the anatomy of the human body will immediately know that there is no possibility at all, first of all, the kind of fangs that grow directly from the original teeth are unlikely to grow within a few hours after being bitten. It takes about a week or two for the laceration of the flesh to heal, not to mention the beginning of several months of bone heterogeneity.

I put aside these conjectures, if this is the case, it seems likely that I will bite the fat man and the old generation in the near future, but when I think of them, I guess my head was twisted off by the fat man first.

It took me a long time to recover, and I almost didn't fall off the cliff due to the dizziness in front of me, and I was always suspicious of some unknown events, at this time it was just because of the long squatting just now, and the blood flowed back, but I was still worried about whether it was caused by the wound of being bitten by a mouse.

Turning my head, there was already smoke in the alcove burial chamber, and the rats didn't follow at all, but they didn't hide either, they stayed at the entrance of the cave very neatly, and soon I also noticed the anomaly, they were afraid of the sun, and all the big black rats were almost without exception, none of them exposed any part of their bodies to the sun.

The three of us looked at each other for a moment, and the fat man tried to throw them away, but there were none on the ground, not even a few rocks that had collapsed from the cliff. I just wanted to help find it, but I found the half of the rat's tail still clutched in my hand, and I couldn't help but feel disgusted, so I handed it to the fat man and asked him to use it as a throw.

The fat man looked at me, cast a disdainful glance at me, shook his fat head a few times, and gestured to the large group of rats in the shadow of the cave entrance.

Since it was all like this, I didn't care about anything else, and threw it at a few rats, just a foot-long tail, and the rats scattered and screamed at us for a long time, and the harsh grinding of the metal almost made us vomit. But despite this, none of the big rats dared to step out of the shadows.

The fat man sighed, looked into the tomb of the alcove with thick smoke, and saw the helplessness and pity on his face. I only felt a headache, but soon I put myself in a position of peace of mind, after all, this is not the first time I have done such a bad thing.