Ma Wazi knew in his heart that there would be no one else in the tomb except for the three living people. And at this time, the leg is tightly grasped by a hand, and it must not be a good kind.

Thinking of this, Ma Wazi screamed and slammed a right hook to the back. At the same time, the left hand holding the flashlight shines backwards with the rotation of the waist when swinging the hook fist. However, the right hook was missed.

Then, through the light of the flashlight, I saw a man dressed in tattered clothes, with a brownish black body, and a hand with long nails, holding his right leg and ankle. And the messy grass hair was sticking to the fanged face.

What kind of face is that? The place where the eyes should have grown has now sunk deeply, revealing two black holes that seem to be deep in the bottom of the eyes. The muscles of the face had dried up and shrunk, and the nose was pulled to the side by the twisted muscles.

People at that time, especially those who had been soldiers. What was accepted was all horse-hair thought and Chief Designer Deng's theory. I have long been a big fan of atheism. Who would have thought that he would suddenly see such a monster in this gloomy tomb?

Suddenly, Ma Wazi collapsed, and no longer dodged and attacked, staring at the monster stupidly. Seeing that the big zongzi pounced, he opened his fangs and bit Ma Wazi's neck. At this moment, several gunshots rang out from behind him.

The big zongzi was hit by these shots in the head, and with the power of the bullets flying out, his body leaned back, and the hand holding Ma Wazi suddenly loosened.

At this moment, one hand grabbed Ma Wazi's shoulder and dragged Ma Wazi out of the hole. Ma Wazi came to his senses at this time. Look up. It turned out to be Feng Laonong.

This old farmer Feng heard Ma Wazi screaming outside the cave and knew what might be the situation. And along the way, everything was fine, and it shouldn't have triggered the mechanism. To be on the safe side, he took out the Browning pistol from his waist and loaded the bullet. Then I turned on the flashlight and looked inside the cave. I just saw that the old zongzi was biting into the horse. So he fired several shots in a row, and knocked the zongzi on his back and fell to the ground. Then he pulled Ma Wazi out with his hand.

Ma Wazi sat on the ground, panting for breath. Feng Lao Nong was also scared enough. I kept wiping the cold sweat on my forehead with the sleeves of my clothes.

At this moment, there was a sound of rubble in the cave. The two of them were shocked, and the two flashlights shot into the hole together. I saw that the old zongzi had already stood up. I'm rushing towards the hole. And the hole was blown open from the middle and lower part of the stone gate. And the bone joints of the big zongzi can't make a large bend, so they stand at the entrance of the hole for a while.

The two saw that the zongzi couldn't drill the hole, and they were stopped at the entrance of the hole by the stone gate, and their hearts were a little more stable. Hurriedly set up the straight and fled in the direction where there was no mechanism.

I had just run less than twenty meters when suddenly there was a loud bang behind me. With a loud bang, countless rubbles hit the opposite tomb wall, kicking up a cloud of dust. Followed by the old zongzi, appeared outside the cave. It turned out that this old monster couldn't get into the hole when he saw it. It's just to use its weird power. In a few clicks, the stone door was slammed into a big hole. After the stone door was blown open by Shunzi, there were already fine lines on the door, and the old zongzi was infinitely powerful, and he didn't know the pain. After a few hard hits, it shattered completely.

Seeing the old zongzi flying over. The two hurriedly put down Shunzi, took out their pistols, and shot at the old zongzi without a head or face. And this kind of thing is a gun, hitting this kind of zongzi who has no thoughts and doesn't know the pain. It's tantamount to scratching it.

After the bullet was fired into the body of the old zongzi, the clothes scattered everywhere were broken. The old zongzi has already pounced in front of him.

At this time, only two clicks were heard from Feng Laonong's pistol. The pistol is in storage. It turned out that Feng Laonong had already fired a few bullets just now, and after rescuing Ma Wazi, the three of them only cared about fleeing for their lives. Forgot to reload the pistol.

Feng Laonong saw that the situation was not good, turned around and ran. Then I heard a scream behind me, and peeked back as I ran. Seeing that Ma Wazi had been bitten by the old zongzi on the neck, blood gushed out, and his distorted face was distorted by pain and fright, looking at him honestly. Outside the clothes behind him, the long nails of the old zongzi were exposed.

At this time, Old Farmer Feng saw that Ma Wazi was pierced through his body by the zombie's fingers, and his neck was bitten open, and he was greedily drinking the blood gushing out by the old zongzi. felt like a zongzi biting himself, he couldn't care about Ma Wazi and Shunzi, and ran desperately to close the door, only hating his father and mother for letting him have two less feet.

Ran to the sealed door, drilled out of the blast hole, and ran all the way with the light of the flashlight. Finally, we came to the entrance with gravel arrows. At this time, it was like a condemned prisoner receiving a letter from the emperor. The heart of the seven up and eight down finally settled.

Then it was Feng Lao Nong who got out of the thief hole and packed up the luggage they had left in the grass. The Ming utensils were packed in Ma Wazi's backpack, and although Feng Lao Nong was worried about these valuable antiquities, he could only do it. He really didn't have the courage to go into the thief's hole and steal out of the backpack. So he tore off the nameplate, pistol, bullet and other items in the ancient tomb into a bag, and fled to the railway station and returned to Henan.

After returning to his home in Henan, Feng Laonong had nightmares for several days. I dreamed of the old zongzi, I dreamed of the tragic death of the horse, and I dreamed of the shunzi who fell to the ground and was poisoned.