Chapter 13: The Hidden Weapon of the Tomb (1)

Lao He was happily looking at the little raised iron gate, in a state of extreme excitement, and suddenly heard Zheng Xiaoming's loud shout, but he was very puzzled. In his heart, Xiao Zheng, this kid really likes to joke, why did he start talking nonsense again, even if you have credit for opening the iron door, there is no need to shout so unscrupulously.

"Lao He, hurry up and get to the ground!" Zheng Xiaoming saw that Lao He was still standing there, so he frowned anxiously, grinned, and then shouted again.

Lao He heard Zheng Xiaoming shouting again, and then he felt that Zheng Xiaoming didn't seem to be joking, was there really something going on? Listening to the volume and tone of the shout, it doesn't seem like a joke. He hesitated for a moment, suddenly had a feeling of unease, and quickly lay on the ground in front of the iron gate.

Where Lao He lay down, there were a few broken arrows, which happened to rest under his stomach, and he grinned in pain, and scolded secretly, damn it, this broken thing hurts my belly, it hurts a little, don't move on your stomach first, don't fucking be in any danger, what should I do if I want my life.

Zhan Monkey also felt very strange when he heard Zheng Xiaoming's shout of letting Lao He lie down, and quickly turned his head, glanced at Lao He, and saw that he was already lying on the ground obediently. At this time, he complained to Zheng Xiaoming from the bottom of his heart, if he was in his heart, Xiao Zheng, what's the matter with you, you disrespect the master so much, isn't this scaring Lao He? It's obvious to be a joke, and I'll see how hard I criticize you little guy in a moment.

Zheng Xiaoming saw Lao He lying on the ground and staying there motionless, so he took a deep breath and smiled bitterly, so he wanted to let go of something.

Lao He lay there, and after a while, nothing happened, he slowly turned his head and glanced at the rising iron gate. Suddenly, he saw something come out of the crack under the iron door, and with the sound of the wind, with a "whoosh" sound, it flew tightly against his back.

Lao He sighed in his heart, my mother, what is this thing flying over, and the speed is too fast. Frightened, Lao He quickly closed his eyes, pressed his face tightly to the ground, and lay his body down. At this moment, he hated to gnaw off a piece of the ground and lie down a little more.

"Whoosh-" Followed by a few more sounds, several black shadows flew out from under the iron door that had just been opened halfway, and with a gust of cold wind, they whistled past above Lao He's body.

Suddenly, Lao He felt that his back was tight, and every hair seemed to stand up. His body began to tremble involuntarily, his teeth clenched, and he didn't dare to have a trace of upward strength. What the hell is this, it's so fast, it makes me feel a gust of cold wind.

Zheng Xiaoming also saw something flying out from under the iron door, because the speed was too fast, he didn't see what it was, but the vague feeling was a very long thing.

The reason why Zheng Xiaoming reminded Lao He to lie down just now was because he remembered the archery on the top of the cave just now, and he pondered that if this iron door is opened, it will be the same as archery in the cave, and some hidden weapon may fly out and directly harm people's lives. Therefore, he hurriedly reminded Lao He, who was in front of the iron gate. So he shouted at Lao He a few times, and Lao He fell to the ground.

At this time, Lao He was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, for fear that he would lose his life because of his slight shaking. According to his own experience, when the iron door is opened, he can't rush to the front to see anything, because nine times out of ten there will be organs that hurt people, needless to say, this must be some kind of mechanism. If Xiao Zheng hadn't reminded me this time, I'm afraid I would have reported to Lord Yama.

Zheng Xiaoming looked at Lao He lying there, still not at ease, and thought to himself, if something more powerful comes out for a while, what can he do if this guy's life is suddenly turned out. No, I'll have to find a way to get him out of that place, as the saying goes, a gentleman doesn't stand under a dangerous wall. His place, facing the opening of the iron gate, was indeed a dangerous place.

"Lao He, you lie on the ground tightly, push forward the ground with your hands, and then slowly retreat! Where you are too dangerous! Zheng Xiaoming had an idea, thought of this method, and hurriedly reminded Lao He what to do.

Lao He Xin's words, Xiao Zheng, your idea is good, but you don't know, there are still several arrows pressed under my belly, which are just stuck under my belly, and if I fall backwards, it will definitely cut my belly, so he is still lying there and not moving.

Zheng Xiaoming saw that Lao He didn't move, he was still lying there honestly, he was in a hurry, he kept stamping his feet and nodding, and scolded in his heart, you old guy, why don't you listen to me! If you don't listen to it, you will be worried about your life at any time! He coughed dryly and cleared his throat, and hurriedly urged: "Lao He, you hurry up and fall back, that place is too dangerous!" Are you really dying? ”

Lao He heard Zheng Xiaoming urging himself so anxiously, he was ruthless, gritted his teeth, and said secretly, damn it, if your belly is broken, it will bleed a little, and if you lose your life, you won't be able to come back. Thinking of this, he leaned down hard, then stretched out his two hands, bent his elbows, pressed his palms tightly against the ground, and used the friction between his palms and the ground to push his body back desperately with his palms.

"Yes, that's it, slowly step back!" Zheng Xiaoming saw that Lao He had finally moved, and while encouraging Lao He to continue to retreat, his eyes were staring at the iron door, he was worried that there would be some bow and arrow hidden weapon coming out of it.

"Ouch!" Lao He shouted quietly, he felt that under his belly, it seemed that he had really been scratched by an arrow, and his skin seemed to have been cracked a small opening, and a heart-rending pain spread all over his body at once, and the pain made him tremble all over, and he couldn't help it, so he shouted.

Zheng Xiaoming heard Lao He's shout, and his heart was also chuckled, if you want to do it, don't make any mistakes, Lao He, Lao He, you must quit safely. He hurriedly asked, "Lao He, are you okay?" ”

Lao He whispered: "It's okay, I can't die, my stomach is scratched!" "In his heart, even if Lao Tzu cuts his stomach today, he must quickly retreat to a safe place. Thinking of this, he continued to slowly push his body backwards with both hands.

When Zhan Monkey saw this situation, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak for a while, only to see him clenching his hands into fists, staring at Lao He with both eyes, and muttering in his mouth: "Come on!" Come on! Lao He! "He's trying to do it for him, but it's useless for him to do it.

Lao He gritted his teeth and continued to slowly retreat his body, just as he was about to leave the front of the iron gate, he tilted his head slightly, looked sideways at the half-opened iron door, and suddenly found that there was a black shadow inside, flying out against the ground. "Mom!" Lao He shouted, and with the last bit of strength with both hands, he slammed into the ground.