This burial chamber has become an absolutely enclosed space. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Panic, fear, helplessness, doubt...... All kinds of emotions swept in, drowning us in an instant, Lao Zhao was the first to sink his heart, and ordered: "You two quickly retreat to the corner, remember, no matter what you see later, don't make a sound, don't make any moves, by the way, hurry up and put on your gas mask."

His voice was filled with an irresistible majesty, and when Xiao Zhang and I heard him say this, we immediately felt hopeful, as if we had grasped a life-saving straw, and as he commanded, we took out the gas mask from my bag and put it on, and quickly stepped back, I shrank into a corner, and Xiao Zhang was opposite me.

I saw Lao Zhao pull out a box of ink fountains from his bag, pull out the old ink thread, and tie it on the coffin several times unusually quickly before retreating back and standing next to Xiao Zhang.

Legend has it that this ink fountain was invented by Lu Ban, the ancestor of the carpenter, and like the ruler, it is a tool for drawing straight lines, representing Haoran's righteousness and overcoming this evil thing.

The breathing became louder and sharper, and finally evolved into a dull guttural sound that only the suffocating person can make, which makes people feel cold and uncomfortable all over their bodies.

I only heard a muffled sound, and the lid of the coffin made of bronze was forced up, revealing a slit the width of a palm, and the old ink line made a creaking sound, obviously reaching the limit, and there was a possibility of breaking at any time, and the purple-black blood gushed out of the crack like a spring, wetting a large part of the ground, and the smell of the blood was unusually pungent, even if I was wearing a gas mask, I was choked with tears on my face, and my stomach was also spasmed.

Immediately after, an arm suddenly stretched out from this gap, what a disgusting and terrible pair of arms! The black nails were half a meter long, dripping purple-black blood, and the arms were full of rotten bones and flesh.

This arm was extremely long, obviously beyond the limits of human beings, and I saw it groping on the ground, and it slowly stretched out towards me, although slowly, but I could not make any movement, and therefore could not dodge, I could only watch it approach me inch by inch.

It happened that at this time, Lao Zhao "snapped" and pressed out the mining lamp above his head, and the entire tomb instantly fell into a darkness where he couldn't see his fingers.

Lao Zhao meant out of sight and out of mind, but he was wrong, so what I was facing was the fear in my heart.

What the eyes can see, no matter how terrifying, there is always a degree, and what I am most afraid of is the invisible thing, because I don't know when these arms will suddenly reach in front of me and choke my neck, or before that, my imagination will drive me crazy.

The dull guttural voice grew louder and sharper, and the darkness and fear grasped my heart like a pair of invisible hands, and my blood coagulated in an instant, and finally turned into cold sweat all over my body.

In the darkness, those arms were still reaching forward, groping and crawling on the ground, making a "rustling" sound, like a deadly snake dancing quickly in the grass.

Rub, rub, rub on icy ground!

This phrase popped into my head, and with that weird melody, I knew it was my brain in a highly stressed situation, forcing itself to wander, a self-protection mechanism.

But in this way, my fear was greatly reduced.

Immediately after, I felt my toes move, as if something was climbing up, and I knew that the hand had touched me, and the sharp nails kept rubbing against the top of my feet, and it felt like death was gently rubbing your cheek with his black scythe.

I just felt my muscles twitching desperately, and I tried my best to cover my mouth so that I didn't scream.

I don't know how long it took, the hands slowly withdrew, retracted, the coffin lid closed again, and there was a loud noise, Lao Zhao turned on the miner's lamp, and the dazzling yellow instantly filled the entire tomb.

There was a dead silence again in the burial chamber, as if nothing had happened, only the dirty blood still dripping from the coffin, and the long blood streak that had been dragged out of the ground, still testifying to the thrilling scene that had just happened.

I just felt my whole body limp, I slipped down against the wall, sat on the ground, gasping for breath, the feeling of escaping death was really wonderful, I opened my mouth to laugh, and the sharp pain came from my lungs, so that what should have been a hearty laugh turned into a few sharp and terrible coughs, which were almost not like human voices, and scared myself.

I closed my eyes and just wanted to take a break, when I heard Xiao Zhang on the other side yelling: "Damn! Get down! As soon as I looked down, I saw that the kid's shotgun was already aimed in my direction, and two tongues of fire instantly erupted from the barrel, followed by a loud bang that shook my ears.

Two clusters of iron sand whizzed against my scalp and hit the wall behind me, and the rubble splattered out of the wall, and the temperature of the gunpowder hit my head, and it was a hot pain, and the top of the tomb was shaken off a lot of dust because of the vibration.

The sound of gunfire echoed in the small chamber for a long time. I raised my head and looked at Xiao Zhang suspiciously, only to find him standing in a daze, his eyes wide, looking at me in horror, trembling and saying something.

Because it happened so suddenly, I didn't have time to cover my ears when I was briefly deaf due to the violent gunshots, and I could only tell by the shape of his mouth what he was saying - "Just now...... The white-bearded old man on the mural just now is going to bite your head when he opens his mouth! ”

As soon as I heard this, I was shocked into a cold sweat, and I bounced out of the wall like lightning, and when I looked back, I saw that the characters on the wall paintings of the tomb suddenly moved.

A stream of blood with a pungent fishy smell continued to gush out of the hole of the gun shot by Xiao Zhang, as if the wall was alive, and the figures in the murals roamed around the wall, letting out a piercing shrill laugh, and their faces no longer had the enviable indifference and freedom that I had seen at first, but became extremely hideous and terrifying.

I was just thinking about what it was all about, when I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder, and when I looked around, I realized that the shadow I had cast on the wall had been grabbed by a person in the painting, and a large piece of my shoulder had been torn off. It took all my strength to break free from this bondage with my shadow.

"Don't cast your shadow on the mural!" I shouted and retreated towards the very center of the chamber, where the three of us leaned back to back next to the coffin.

"How...... What to do? Xiao Zhang could barely breathe. Lao Zhao asked us to turn off the miner's lamp, took out a few glow sticks from our bags, lit them up and threw them in the four corners of the tomb, and the entire tomb was instantly filled with this cold-toned fluorescence, and our shadow was naturally gone.

"Hit the people in the mural!" Lao Zhao said, the shotgun in his hand banged into two shots, and the two people in the painting were frozen there, and a large amount of blood poured out of the mural and flowed all over the ground.

We plugged our ears and beat the walls with guns, and the chamber was immediately ablaze, and we fought for a long time, until the walls of the tomb were almost broken, and all the people in the paintings were frozen.

Dirty blood kept gushing out, almost drowning our ankles, Lao Zhao frowned, bent down and dipped his fingers in a little blood and put it in front of his nose to smell it, and his face had become pale, "Oh no! Don't let the blood spill into the coffin. ”

But it was too late, and as soon as the blood on the ground touched the coffin, it slowly swam into the bronze coffin like a nimble snake along the beautifully carved lines. I said "no" to myself, and suddenly I felt that something terrible was about to happen.

We were all stunned, and there was a dead silence in the whole burial chamber.

A terrible scream suddenly broke the deathly silence, the ink line was broken in an instant, and the coffin lid was forced up for several meters.

said that it was too late, it was too fast, Lao Zhao suddenly roared and jumped up, and the whole person smashed on the lid of the coffin, and was frozen with the one in the bronze coffin.