I was just about to speak, I listened to the sound of grinding teeth from the corridor, several of us heard the heart of a sinking, especially the left and right, kept telling us to retreat, I thought to myself this time should not let the fat man say, really like the novel to run out of what blood zombies or what red-haired and green-haired zombies, blame the fat man, you shouldn't read any horror novels before going to the tomb, this is good, told us all the way, made my heart hairy. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

But then I thought about it, we have guns and explosives, even if something comes, it doesn't dare to act rashly, not to mention that this tomb has such a way to go out before and after, so even if the king of heaven comes, we have to rush forward.

Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, biased towards the tiger mountain, this feeling is not very good, we walked to the middle of the road in three steps and two steps, a bloody scene appeared in front of us, Xu Gong who had just run in didn't know what had been bitten, and his body was full of dense bloody holes, and at this moment he was hanging upside down on the side of the wall, and he had already lost his breath.

I suddenly noticed that Xu Gong's cheeks were swelling up and down, this was not the physiological activity we usually call it, but something seemed to be stuffed in Xu Gong's mouth, moving back and forth against Xu Gong's face.

The left and right sides and the fat man also saw the situation just now, and Er Zhuang saw that we stopped in front of us and did not move, so he came forward and asked us what was going on. A few of us glanced at each other, and told the second and third uncles what they had just seen.

The sound of sizzling teeth on the other side of the corridor is getting louder and louder, and we don't dare to act rashly when we stand in the middle of the corridor, coupled with the strange death of Xu Gong, so we can only stop here to see the situation before making a decision.

The second feat of the flashlight, with the faint light of the flashlight, leaned against the wall on one side, but the walls in this corridor are very rough, and the pits and pits are covered with small holes and protrusions, and the feeling of touching it with your hands is like the pimples that we usually say on the face, and there is an urge to always squeeze out the foreign objects inside.

However, I want to say that this road actually does not look like it is dug manually, it turns out that in my hometown, I and the uncle in the village have learned a few years of bricklayer work, generally speaking, the artificially dug caves generally have more obvious chisel marks, but the natural ones do not.

If it is really as I speculated, coupled with the record in the "Qing Carving Feng Shui Examination of Differences", then it means that more than a thousand years ago, the people who built the tomb found seven or eight naturally formed mine roads underground, and then symmetrically built the priest temple around the front and back of the road, plus the outer Huangquan Avenue and the main hall and tomb group inside, such a huge project was done without leakage, and outsiders knew nothing, which shows how powerful it is.

I don't think it's appropriate to stay here for a long time, no matter what is in front of him, staying here with a corpse in a tragic state, I always feel that it is inappropriate, I was just about to open my mouth to ask the left and right and the second uncle and the third uncle if they want to go forward to see the situation, when I heard the second Zhuang crying wolf howling on the side.

No one expected that this road seemed to be calm, but in fact it was a hidden murderous intention, only to see Er Zhuang bounce over from the wall next to him, his two hands back up and down behind him frantically scratching on his back, and his mouth was still shouting vigorously "It hurts me..."

I suddenly felt a cold under my feet, and then itchy, as if there was some living creature crawling on my legs, and then my scalp was tight, and my calves began to hurt in my heart, I hurriedly grabbed my left and right arms, and sat on the ground with my buttocks.

Seeing this, the fat man did not hesitate to turn on the miner's lamp, this miner's lamp is not good, with the light of the miner's lamp turned on, at this time the sound of sizzling was louder, I looked at the scene in front of me, my stomach churned, and I jumped up from the ground all of a sudden, only to see that the walls of the entire mine road seemed to have turned yellow-brown, crawling with money strings, and the long tentacles and dense feet all left the wall and fell to the ground continuously.

The place where I had just sat down in the dark had already been piled up with strings of money, and you can imagine how many of their brothers had been crushed to death as soon as I sat down, and now I looked down and saw that my feet had already been buried alive by the fallen strings.

Erzhuang was still screaming frantically on the side, I was directly scared stupid, the insects were surging down from the wall like a tide, and I endured the severe pain all over my body and trotted all the way to the left and right and the fat man. I picked up my shirt left and right, shouted "not good", and quickly beckoned the fat man to come over to help me, and on the other hand, the beautiful senior brother and the second uncle ran over to see Erzhuang.

I saw that my feet, arms, legs and back were densely crawled with money strings, the first eight pairs of money strings had already penetrated under my skin, only the back half was still struggling back and forth outside, I took off my clothes, the whole back was full of blood bags, and the last pair of money strings were dangling outside.

Erzhuang's situation is not much better, the beauty brother lifted Erzhuang's gown, and the whole person spit out directly, only to see thousands of money strings gathered together to form a pseudo-compound eye, and the money strings on the back have been drilled under Erzhuang's skin, plus Erzhuang's scratching, the back is full of blood, and some money strings have begun to drill into the flesh under the skin.

During the screaming, there were more and more insects in the corridor, and they shouted "fire..."

I don't know how there are so many money strings in this desert, the scientific name of this money string is called worm, often appears in damp places, arthropod animals, looks a bit like centipedes, in ancient times called "straw shoe worm", and some places are called "sesame oil worm", "straw sole". The Inner Mongolia Hetao area is commonly known as "Mao Chacha", but in the northeast, because this thing is beneficial to agriculture and may be a harbinger of a good harvest, so people call it "money strings", but this thing is especially afraid of fire, so we let us use fire to deal with them.

The fat man hurriedly took out a can of kerosene from the package, took out the lighter, I knew it was not good, and quickly ran and climbed forward, the fat man shook his hand, and sprinkled the kerosene on the opposite side of the insect swarm, a fire swished and ignited the entire corridor, the flames were running high, and even the wind blowing in the entire corridor was hot.

A few of us were driven forward by the fire and insects behind, a strong wind rushed behind us, and then there was a loud sound of electric light and flint, it turned out that the fire ignited the backpack that Erzhuang put on the ground, and there were explosives in the backpack, we ran all the way and collapsed, the big stone at the top of the road kept falling down, and we were about to reach the entrance of the cave, "bang", the whole corridor was blown up, and the air wave rolled up the gravel on the ground, followed by a loud "bang", my eyes were dark, and even the rolling and crawling were collapsed into the end of the passage.

I struggled to get up from the ground, rubbed my eyes and wanted to turn on the flashlight, at this time, the fat man pounced, and suddenly overturned me, directly on top of my body, fortunately I have a backpack behind me as a buffer, or Lao Tzu's backbone must be crushed by this dead fat man.

The fat man stood up embarrassedly and scratched his head and said, "Oh, fat man, why am I so soft, it turns out that you kid caught me"

I thought to myself, who can catch you, obviously you yourself didn't say a word and pounced on me directly, dare me to suppress you to try, said that I didn't have the good luck to let the fat man pull me up, and then turned my head, and saw that the entire Yongdao crossing behind me had already been sealed tightly by scattered stones, and the left and right and the second uncle were lying on the ground and blew up all the ashes.

I spat at the blood foam, feeling that the bones in my body were about to explode, I lifted my sleeves and took a look, the insect bag on my body had now begun to suppurate, Er Zhuang lay motionless on the side of the second uncle, looked around left and right, there was no other danger except for the coffin opposite, and hurriedly ran over to help me deal with the wound.

Left and right holding a lighter close to my skin, the hair on my arm was burnt black, exuding a strong smell of Northeast pig hair, only to see that the half of the insects that were still writhing back and forth into the skin instantly became dry, just like this one by one, left and right dragged out the remains of dozens of money strings from my body and feet, and the insects grabbed my flesh, and finally hurt so much that my tears fell.

At this time, the coffin opposite us suddenly made a "gurgling" sound that scared us a few times, I thought to myself that this time is not good, I really met the fat man said that the big zongzi, this tomb whether it is the tomb group of the ancient country of Cheshi or the tomb of Zhuohela, has existed for thousands of years, which is not easy to deal with.

And there are three kinds of zongzi for thousands of years, blood corpses, green-haired zombies and purple-haired dried corpses, among which the purple-haired dried corpses are the most tricky, legend has it that this purple-haired dried corpse is refined by the warriors who have experienced a hundred battles before their lives, and there are warrior souls of these warriors in the body of the dry corpse, the darker the hair color on the thousand-year-old dry corpse, the heavier the resentment before the death of the warrior, once disturbed, until the other party is killed or killed by the other party, otherwise never stop.

Just as we were about to pull out our weapons, the whole coffin snapped to pieces, and a round object came out of it, and it didn't stop until we knew it was under our feet.