I didn't know who made the sound, but I knew that the sound meant something was running towards me.

I didn't care why the rope fell to the ground, and I subconsciously wanted to pull my head back to see what was going on, but before I could pull it back, I felt something pressing on my back, and I struggled for a long time, only to find that the thing was like a boulder slab, pressing on my back.

The shape of this guy is certainly not flat, I can feel it, it is a pair of thick arms, and the arms are cold. It was clinging to my back, and I could feel that the other party was not exerting any force, but no matter how hard I struggled, there was no damping behind me, and it was completely a heavy object blocking me against the wall.

It took almost all my strength to look back at what was behind me, because my head was still out of the window, so I was just looking behind me from under my armpits, but when I looked over, I saw that it was too strange.

I tried to shine the searchlight with my pressed hand, and behind me was a humanoid object, but it must not be a person, and I could see through the gap in my armpit that it had a body and legs, but all of its body and legs were covered in lines that looked like tortoiseshell cracks. I wanted to touch it to see what it was, but after trying it for a while, I realized that it was a carved piece of armor.

This thing has green spots all over its body, similar in color to the turquoise kind. I barely thought about it ever since, and immediately guessed that it was a large bronze vessel that had rusted.

Damn, I cursed secretly, and said that bastard took the opportunity to press this bronze on my back. But it's not right, this guy is dead, it seems to be a bronze life-size figurine.

I can roughly feel it with my back, this bronze lump is a head taller than me, according to this kind of size, I may have been crushed to death if it was solid, so it must be hollow, but that is also less than three or four hundred catties. I tried a few times, and found that this guy was pressing me very well. The window of the corridor is not big, and I can only poke my head out when my dog is in my arms, and now this guy is pressed up, and I can't even pull my head out.

If I could move normally, I could move him a little, but only slightly. If you want to talk about the sound just now, unless the bronze figurines can run on their own, no one can transport it at such a fast speed.

The bronze figurines were so pressed that I couldn't move inside, so I had to crawl out of the window, but fortunately nothing else was attacking me from behind at this time.

I don't want to think about the bronze statue to do it by itself, but there is really no other possibility, if this bronze statue wants to harm me, it is almost a matter of a punch, a large copper lump of hundreds of pounds, and now it wants to crush me to death by pressing me, which always makes me feel a little strange.

I could see the end of the rope on the ground, and it was not very high, but strangely, I didn't see the pickaxe hanging from the end of the rope. I poked my head out of the position very accurately, almost where the severed finger was hooked by the pickaxe, and it took a lot of twists and turns for me to turn my head 90 degrees, which is already the limit, but this turn gave me hope.

Above my head, there was a herringbone corridor roof with the same green tiles as the other buildings, and as soon as I turned around, dust fell into my eyes.

When I looked at it again with tears on my face, I found that the severed finger was standing on top of my head, and he was stepping on the green tiles on the roof of the corridor, and from time to time dust was falling.

I looked at him for a long time, and then I said a little obscenely: "Hiss...... If it's convenient for you, come down and help me, there's a damn thing for me......"

Severed Finger didn't listen to me, he stepped on it, and the roof of the entire corridor collapsed, he was not directly above me, but I also suffered because of it, and for a time countless broken tiles fell from the top of my head, and I couldn't hide from the point, so I let these fragments open my head.

The severed finger really didn't think about protecting the key cultural relics, and stepped through the roof of the entire corridor with one foot, which was not solid, and I only heard a boom, and the whole corridor shook.

The small stretch of corridor above my head was completely destroyed, and I could glimpse the scattered green light on the top. Because the roof of the corridor was broken, the wooden window frame on the door of my head was also broken, and I could see the severed finger peeking out of the dust.

The guy looked at me with disdain, and I didn't see him trying to make a move, so I struggled to open up some space, and shouted, "If you crush it, you won't be your bargaining chip." ”

I've always felt inexplicable about the things on the ship, but it's not a bad thing, and now it's my bargaining chip, and I stretch out my finger and kick it against the bronze statue that is holding me down. It weighed a little, and the statue didn't move when the first foot of the severed finger got down, but I heard my waist move a little.

I yelled and cursed, and then he kicked again, and the bronze figurines rolled out in the direction of the soles of his feet. Almost instantly, I straightened my back, but then I saw a scene that almost made me lose my breath again.

The weight of the bronze figurines is not light, I am only in my early 14s, and I can feel that the floor is about to break when I step on it, and when this guy presses, the floor of the entire corridor sinks by an inch. But after more than ten seconds of my heart blocking my throat, the floor bounced back up.

I turned my head and wanted to explode, but I didn't expect that the severed finger had already pushed me away, and I pulled out a dagger in my hand. I shut up and followed him to the heel of the bronze figurine.

This corridor was definitely unattended, and I re-examined the floor, and there was no trace of dust on it, except for a row of footprints when I came. The passage of the stack building on the opposite side did not seem to have moved at all.

"You're so dignified, what are you doing climbing to the top of the corridor, you don't want the rope?" Behind my severed fingers, I don't understand his inexplicable behavior.

The severed finger didn't reply, and threw the pickaxe back at me. At first, I didn't pay attention to it, and when I turned the pickaxe around, I realized that there was still a paracord of almost a meter tied to the loop behind the pickaxe.

After a closer look, I finally found that the paracord was deliberately cut, and the incision was an indescribable shape, which was generally relatively flat, but the flatness was not at a height, and there was a drop of one or two millimeters between them. This can tell that the end of the rope was cut, but it was definitely not completely cut at the first time, and a part of it remained. The rope is in the same place, either cut or cut twice, before it breaks completely.

It's not surprising, the lines are very thin, but there are a mix of materials, and I also saw a thin metal fiber wire less than half a millimeter, which may have been caused by two cuts with something.

"Someone yin you just now, do you see who he is? Or is that thing human? I asked all the questions in one go.

The severed finger didn't answer me, just kept stabbing the bronze figurine with the tip of his dagger. I thought he was a little weird, so I went up to see it, and this was the first time I could fully see the full picture of the bronze figurines.

Now to say that it is a bronze figurine, I am not that sure. Earlier, I saw that this thing was full of tortoise shell cracks, and I thought it would be the armor pattern on the bronze figurines, but now when I look at these things, there is no order at all, and even the most basic symmetry can't be done.

It wasn't an armor pattern, but a rough bronze cast that hadn't been polished at all. The bronze figurines were so rough that they were impossible to discern their appearance, and they were completely different from what I had expected. In my initial influence, this thing should have been in the form of terracotta warriors, but now that I look at it, it is completely a defective product that failed to be cast.

Except for the fact that the bronze figurines have been shaped like a person, there are no other details of human beings. I don't know what the exact process was in ancient times, but I think it was just to make abrasives and pour bronze water. At the very least, this kind of abrasive should have details of physiognomy and clothing, like terracotta warriors. It's not just a big shape, and then a little bit of carving.

So this thing is probably just a remnant of the pouring process, and I leaned over to the bronze figurine, and my severed finger was still stabbing the bronze figurine with my dagger.

I don't know what the purpose of this guy's action is, I don't care about him, I bypassed the severed finger and came to the side of the bronze figurine's head, which was completely a bronze pimple. It's just that I've been watching it for a long time, but I always feel that it still has a face.

The face was shriveled and sunken, and it was completely covered with huge cracks, somewhat like the dead bark of a centuries-old tree. I reached over and touched it, it was rough and cold.

But this hand, I immediately felt something strange, this face turned out to be movable, I turned my palm, grabbed this face, the face is about the same size as a normal person, but there is no clear facial features, so it is called an ass, and no one will have any other objections.

I just pushed a little harder, and this face was actually taken off for me. Could it be just a mask? I wondered in my heart that the bronze face was already in my hand, and it was bigger than my palm, almost the size of the bronze head.

This thing is indeed the texture of metal, and the weight is also very heavy, I took the bronze face, checked it on my hand, and turned it over. This series of movements made the severed finger stop. I could feel him waiting for me to completely drop my face

But the next scene made me almost fly it out. There was nothing on the front of this thing, but as soon as I turned it over, I saw an extremely ugly face, which was completely made up of various patterns, with an opening in the mouth, and most importantly, the mouth was still moving again and again.

I was so frightened that I didn't throw it out for a long time, and after waiting for a while, there were several arthropod tentacles like crab legs sticking out of that face, and this thing was so powerful that I almost got rid of it when I grabbed it with one hand. Just as the Beetle Face was about to roll over and grab my wrist, a strong wind blew, and I saw that the severed finger dagger had stabbed at the Beetle Face that I was dragging in my hand.