Seeing this, the Seventh Master said in a deep voice, "It seems that even if this tomb is one tomb and two masters, then this master is also inextricably linked with the ghost king general. ”

I nodded, just about to speak, suddenly I felt my face wet, click, as if something was dripping on my face, I reached out and touched it, only to feel slimy, I couldn't help but look up, the top of the underground palace was pitch black.

Just when I turned on the flashlight and shone upward, I suddenly found that at the edge of the tomb, where the flashlight and the darkness meet, a huge human face poked out, which was more than twice the size of ordinary people, white as if it had been coated with flour, the lips were scarlet, a pair of fangs were exposed outside the lips, a crack in the middle of the upper lip, the lower lip was hanging down because of gravity, and half of the tongue was hanging on the side of the mouth, watching us drool, drop by drop, string by string, and it happened to drip on my face.

The owner of this face has a very long neck, covered with white hair, because this dungeon is very high, his body is hidden in the dark, I can't see it clearly, I can only vaguely feel that this guy's size should not be small, it seems that he is very hungry, and when he sees the four of us, his eyes are red.

I was almost stunned for a moment, and I just stared at it so blankly that I forgot to scream, and the others were unaware of the mural around me.

After about ten seconds of short-circuiting in my brain, I suddenly shouted, "There's something on my head!" Be careful! ”

Hearing me shout, the three of them immediately looked up and looked up, and when they saw the big man above my head, they couldn't help but gasp and said, "Bai Yu, don't move!" There's one more behind you. ”

I stood still, not daring to move, holding a torch in one hand and a flashlight in the other, just staring at the guy above me.

I saw that his saliva kept flowing down, but he did not come up to attack me, probably because he was afraid of the torch in my hand, and hesitated.

However, looking at its body that kept slowly approaching me, I estimated that the food was more tempting to it, and it seemed that it could no longer hold back, and it was about to rush up and knock me down at any moment.

I'm in a very awkward situation now, almost every minute is torment, but I don't dare to move, for fear that a slight movement of my own will cause these big monsters to rush up, and then I will really be eaten by them and there will be no scum left.

At this moment, I only heard Wang Chuyi shouting, "Get out of the way!" Before I could finish speaking, I saw a lit gas cylinder flying towards me.

I hurriedly squatted down, and the gas bottle flew over my head, and was smashing into the open space beside me, and the flames rose up and rose high at once, and by the light of the fire, I could see clearly that this huge face was not a human at all, but an orangutan-like creature, very similar to the night howl we saw in the Xiliang tomb, except that this guy's face resembled a human face, and his neck was thin and long, and his size was smaller than that of Night Howl, but it was the size of an adult male bear, and under the cover of white hair, a piece of his belly was exposed. It looks like it's still a mammal.

The body of this thing is round, but the arms are surprisingly long, the hind limbs are bent, the flesh on the thighs is very strong, and the four legs have long nails, buckled in the gaps in the walls, hanging upside down on the top of the dungeon.

"Run!" As soon as Wang Chuyi shouted, I hurriedly ran in her direction.

These big men are afraid of the flames on the ground, and their whole bodies are chasing us against the walls of the dungeon, I look at its movements, although its body hangs diagonally on the wall, but the crawling speed is very fast, it seems to be a bulky body, I didn't expect it to be so flexible.

At this time, the one-eyed old eight had already taken out the flare gun in his backpack and aimed it at the monster, which was a shot.

It's a pity that this one-eyed old eight-knife technique is outstanding, but the marksmanship is extremely smelly, at such a close distance, the flare gun did not hit, hit the opposite wall, and bounced back, in the middle of the dungeon rubbed up, the huge heat wave instantly increased the temperature of the entire dungeon a lot.

These big monsters seemed to recognize me, and two or three of them were chasing after me, and I opened my mouth and scolded, "Damn it, old eight, are you trying to kill me!" Did you fucking mean it? ”

Lao Ba pursed his lips and said, "Lao Tzu is not like you, where did you get a gun on weekdays?" Of course, marksmanship is not good! ”

Before Lao Ba's words fell, he heard the sound of machine gun fire, and Wang Chuyi had already picked up his charging gun and aimed it at the big long-haired monster, which was a shuttle.

The bullets were still much more powerful than the flares, and the hairy monsters that chased me behind me were shot out of a dozen bloody holes, and with a terrible howl, they retreated into the shadows, leaving a lot of blood trailing along the way.

After I saw those long-haired monsters retreat, I quickly breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "Old eight, aren't you good at fucking knives on weekdays?" Why didn't you go up and cut it just now, what kind of flare gun did you use! ”

Lao Ba snorted and said, "That guy is a tree hair monster, that has thick skin, he can't cut it with a knife at all, these things are only afraid of fire, and the flare gun is much better than the knife, but Lao Tzu's marksmanship is not good, and he has to find a place to practice well." ”

While talking, we found out that after such a fuss just now, we have gone around to the other side of the dungeon, I was shocked, stood up and just took two steps forward, and suddenly felt a trip under my feet, as if I kicked something, and the whole person fell forward, if it wasn't for Wang Chuyi to pull me in time, I'm afraid I'm going to fall this time and eat.

The one-eyed old man hurriedly raised the flashlight and shone it on the ground, when I saw the things clearly, I only felt a chill down my spine in an instant, and a chill ran directly from the soles of my feet to my hair, and there were many straw mats on the ground horizontally, and the straw mats were all rolled into rolls, and they were placed on the ground in a row and in a row, according to my experience, these straw mats were rolled up, and they should all be corpses!

In ancient times, the average poor could not afford to use a coffin, and it would be good to have a thin coffin when they died.

But we're in a large ancient tomb now, how can there be so much grass sweeping corpses? This is so damn illogical, even if it is a martyred grave repairer, then he will die, it must be a violent corpse on the spot, how can it be swept up with grass?

At this time, the seventh master walked to my side, squatted down with a gloomy face, carefully opened one of the straw mats slowly, and a corpse that had corroded and only bones appeared in my eyes, according to the silk fabric remaining on the corpse, it was speculated that this should be a female corpse.