The expressions of the corpses were full of unspeakable pain and despair. It's hard to imagine what kind of torture they endured during their lifetimes.

"This Venerable Xiaoyao is a pervert." Huang Mao's mouth was wide open, looking incredulous.

Zhang Peng didn't speak, glanced around, didn't find anything special, shook it with a flashlight, and motioned Huang Mao to continue exploring. The latter nodded and walked forward.

Among the torture instruments and corpses, they seemed to be walking in an infernal hell. Time stands still, and all the corpses remain motionless, maintaining their expressions and movements before they were alive. Zhang Peng has never been to a wax museum, but he has seen a movie called "Horror Wax Museum". The story takes place in the Empress's Kingdom, and at night, the lifelike wax figures in the wax museum come to life and start killing......

The expressions of the corpses around him are so real that people can't help but wonder if they will come back to life in the next second.

After walking forty or fifty meters forward, a huge stone platform appeared. Mottled and old, covered in scratches, it looks like an altar. On the countertop, there were black blood stains everywhere, and in the middle was a small copper table, perhaps old, and the surface was covered with patina. When I looked closely, there was an object half a finger long lying on the small table.

Big at one end and small at the other.

The moment he saw it, Zhang Peng's eyes widened. Because it is petal-shaped, the whole is jet-black with a metallic sheen, and it is inlaid with gemstones of various colors. Red, yellow, blue, green, purple, blue and white, under the illumination of the flashlight, dazzling.

The shape of the petals is one of the "eight-petal flowers" on the coffin lid. If you look closely, it is exquisite, exquisite, and not like a creation in the world.

He was about to reach for it, but found some strokes underneath the small table. He raised his flashlight, shone it around the stage, and found that it was the word "town" the size of a basin. There is a circle drawn on the outside, and the small table is in the center of the circle.

"Could it be some kind of mechanism?" Huang Mao asked worriedly.

"Hmm......" Zhang Peng nodded, "It's possible." "When I used to watch adventure movies when I was a child, I used to move some treasure in the tomb, and then the sky fell apart.

Zhang Peng didn't hesitate for long, and picked up the petals. As the saying goes, starve the faint-hearted to death and support the courageous. Everything is in front of you, there is no reason not to take it.

The petals are cold to the touch, and some are heavy. Before Zhang Peng could look at it, the word "town" on the stone platform lit up, emitting a strange red light.

"Gur-la-la-......"

There was a faint grinding sound in all directions, as if something had been triggered.

"Let's go!" Zhang Peng waved his hand and rushed outside.

"Gur-la-la-......"

Within a few steps, the corner of his eye swept away, and the corpses on both sides slowly moved. As if there was an invisible wave pushing by, the corpses raised their heads and looked at the two of them.

"it!" Zhang Peng and Huang Mao scolded at the same time, and sped up and ran out.

The water splashed under their feet, and the two of them threw their heads back and ran wildly. The distance of forty or fifty meters was instantaneous, and after ten or so seconds, the two ran out of the passage. The flashlight shone backwards, and the figures were stacked on top of each other, chasing them.

"Whoa, whoa!"

The deep voice came from far and near, and it was terrifying.

"How to get there?" Huang Mao asked in a panic.

"This way!" Zhang Peng picked a direction casually, anyway, he didn't know the way, and it was the same wherever he ran.

The beam of the flashlight shook violently, and the passage ahead was quiet and deep, and the walls were wet and reflective. The sound of treading water came far away, as if there was no end.

"Crunch ......"

The iron fence gate a few meters away suddenly opened inward, and a living corpse poked its head out. Zhang Peng raised his hand and shot it, knocking its head crooked, hitting the door frame, leaving a pool of black blood.

"Noise...... the two of them ran without looking back, and the water splashed more than a meter high. They did not dare to stop at all. The howls behind him came and went, as if as soon as they stopped, they would be caught up and torn to pieces.

In the cell ahead, a few living corpses were slowly removed, blocking their way.

"Bang bang bang!" Zhang Peng shot as he ran, causing them to stagger.

After a while, a fork in the road ahead. Zhang Peng glanced at it, and the five-pointed star logo was carved on the wall of two of the passages, so he turned towards the place where he had not walked.

"Whoa, whoa!"

After turning seven or eight intersections in a row, the screams of living corpses suddenly came from ahead. The two of them were startled and turned pale with fright. If they are surrounded by the front and back, they will surely die.

Peng...... Brother Peng...... How...... What to do? The yellow-haired six gods have no master, and asked in a trembling voice.

"Behind, there's a fork in the back!" Zhang Peng hurriedly turned around and ran back.

As soon as the two of them rushed to the fork, they saw a tide-like black shadow surging in two directions, so they ran in the third direction. But he didn't get far when the screams of living corpses came from ahead. The two of them couldn't help but slow down, and at this moment, two figures suddenly appeared in the cell in front of them.

Zhang Peng was about to raise his gun to shoot, but when he saw a flash of white light, he heard the shouts of Lao Huangpi and Zhou Fuyuan: "Don't, don't shoot!" "Xiaopeng, it's us!"

"This, here, we know the way out." Without waiting for Zhang Peng to hesitate, the two ran directly to the front.

Although he couldn't determine the identities of the two, it was too late now, and there were a large number of living corpses chasing after him, so he had no choice at all. Zhang Peng and Huang Mao quickly followed, following the left and right turns of the two people in front of them. It didn't take long for an arched passage to appear ahead. Zhang Peng was suddenly overjoyed and followed the old yellow skin inside.

At the same time, on the village road of Baishui Village, a garrison with a gun on patrol suddenly noticed that among the corpses lined up on the road, one of them moved, and raised his upper body upright.

He thought he had misseen and wiped his eyes vigorously. Looking again, several more corpses sat up.

Scam the corpse!

Frightened, he screamed "something" as he pulled the bolt and aimed at the corpses that were crawling up.

"Fake the corpse, cheat the corpse!" A large number of garrison members followed the sound, found the body resurrected, and immediately half-crouched down and opened fire.

"Da Da Da!" "Da Da Da!" "Da Da Da!" "Da Da Da!"

In an instant, stray fires flew and a dense burst of gunfire filled the night sky.

The living corpses in the front row were shot one after another, flesh and blood flying, and wailing constantly. Their bodies are much tougher than ordinary people. Often hit by seven or eight shots, he can drag his intestines and continue to move forward. The scene was extremely bloody, causing many of the garrison members to vomit acid water on the spot.

As time passed, more and more living corpses awoke, and the garrison retreated one after another, moving closer to the stone bridge. Since they were a local garrison, they didn't have much ammunition, and the living corpses were durable, so it didn't take long for the bullets to be beaten.

Seeing that the formation was about to collapse, a clear drink came from the rear.

"Get out of the way!"

The team members got out of the way. Turning their heads, four figures flew in front of them, smashing into the crowd of corpses. Everywhere he went, the cold light burst out, and the stumps and broken arms were thrown everywhere.

Just when the four sons of Qinglian were killing in all directions, Zhang Peng came out of the arched passage.

In front of him was an empty torture room, and the corpses were gone, leaving only the crooked torture instruments. He flickered for a moment, then pulled out his pistol and pointed at Lao Huangpi and Zhou Fuyuan, who looked a little dazed.

"Who are you?" Zhang Peng asked sharply, Tie Qing's face revealed a hideousness.

"Don't ...... I...... We didn't mean to......" Old Yellow Skin raised his hands and said in a trembling voice.

"It's obviously the way out......" Zhou Fuyuan frowned, thinking hard.

"Whoa, whoa!"

The two sides were still at a stalemate, and the howls of corpses could be heard behind them.

"We've all been tricked, don't fight among ourselves." Zhou Fuyuan faced Zhang Peng and said in a calm tone.

Zhang Peng hesitated for a few seconds and withdrew his pistol. Then, the four of them ran in the direction of the altar.

"Find out, is there a way out!" After a while, it was coming to an end, Zhang Peng shouted.

The four of them groped for the walls, hoping to find some secret door. But after looking for a few minutes, I found nothing. The shadows behind them were pressed by black, closing in on them. Huang Mao saw that there was no way to escape, so he sat down on the ground in fright, and the mountain knife in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

"Bang bang!" Zhang Peng pulled the trigger desperately, but those living corpses with intact bodies were surprisingly durable. A few shots went down, but they didn't knock down one.

"It's over...... old yellow skin muttered, looking like he was about to faint.

"It looks like this time, it's going to be folded here." Looking at the slowly approaching group of corpses, Zhou Fuyuan said dejectedly.

"Don't, I don't want to die, I'm still a virgin!" Huang Mao cried, his voice full of pain and regret.

However, just as the corpses were about to pounce, they suddenly froze. Their hands and feet stiffened, still stuck in the last moment's movements, not moving. It was as if a gust of ice wind was blowing, and it instantly froze in place.

Huang Mao had tears on his face, looking at the silent corpses in front of him, and his whole person was stunned. A few seconds ago, Zhang Peng, who was in despair, suddenly had a change of heart and put the petals back on the small copper table. Suddenly, the red light on the word "town" went inward, and the corpses immediately stopped moving.

It took a while for the four to recover from their shock and get back together.

"What do you guys think?" Zhang Peng asked Lao Huangpi and Zhou Fuyuan.

"There is one or more illusion-creating spirits here. If you want to get out, you have to destroy them first. Zhou Fuyuan said.

"How?" Zhang Peng asked.

Zhou Fuyuan spread out his hands and said that he was helpless.

"Leave things here, go out and find your way." Lao Huangpi suggested, "Stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood." ”

"No way!" Zhang Peng bluntly refused. What is the difference between watching a boiled duck fly away and wanting his life?

"This ......" Lao Huangpi hesitated for a moment, and persuaded again, "Brother Peng, even if you make money, you have to have a life to spend." ”

"We're just waiting here, someone will definitely come in and explore, and when the time comes, ......," Zhang Peng gritted his teeth and said, "We'll take our things and run." ”

Hearing this, the other three all looked at each other and were speechless. It was only then that they could see Zhang Peng's true face. Don't think he's usually cowardly, but in fact, in his bones, he is a commodity who wants money and doesn't want to die.

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