Shirley Young whispered to me and the fat man, "These floating corpses seem to be gathering in an area, and they don't seem to be coming at us......"

Seeing that he was surrounded by dead drifters in the water, the fat man was anxious, pulled the bolt of the "Chicago Typewriter" away, and said with a fierce face: "I think eighty percent is going to get together into a bunch to deal with us, the first strike is strong, and then the attack suffers, Lao Hu, what are you waiting for?" Do it. ”

I put my hand on the fat man's shoulders and pressed him behind the stone to prevent him from acting rashly. The three of them lurked behind the rocks and watched the movement of the floating corpses. At this time, most of the entire cave was illuminated by the floating corpses that emitted a strange light, and I don't know how many floating female corpses were stacked in the bottomless groundwater. I was a little panicked in my heart, thinking in advance that there might be some strange dead drifts in this hole, and I could deal with them with American submachine guns in hand, but I never expected that there would be thousands of dead drifts in the water here, even if we had ten times more ammunition, I was afraid that we would not be able to deal with them. Looking at the countless floating corpses of women on the water, the green tendons on my head jumped.

The only fortunate thing now is that the dead drifting logs, which are similar to the logs in the river, are ignorant and ignorant, slowly gathering towards the deep water in the middle of the cave. We held our breath, and we didn't even dare to breathe, we really couldn't figure out where these so many female corpses came from. If it is said that the ancient corpse of thousands of years ago is so well preserved in the water, it has not decayed at all - look at the hazy and clear plump body, it is not much different from a living person. What is the reason for the cold blue light emitted from the corpse? I couldn't figure it out, so I suppressed my heartbeat, hid behind the dark rocky shadows, and watched with wide eyes.

I took my thoughts, and then I slowly saw some clues. Large swaths of dead drift may have surfaced from the depths of the water, gradually gathering not far from our position. Because there are too many, the light is much brighter than the surroundings, and the cold light is dazzling, but it is not very real.

Moreover, there is a large cloud of red gas floating above the water surface in the most concentrated place of the dead drift, and the lowest part is connected to the water surface, obscuring the ghostly blue light. Groups of dead drifters aimed at the red cloud and scrambled to get in.

The large cloud of red smoke was as bright as a thick red paint, and there was something in it that could not be seen, but it seemed to be a bottomless hole, and a large number of floating corpses had been sucked into it, and there was no sign of filling it up.

The red cloud is probably the poisonous gas recorded in the fossil altar mill - probably due to the erosion of moisture, the color of the mill has changed, so at first we thought that the poisonous mist that erupted from the cave was black - now it seems that it is so vivid. The color of the poisons in the world is often proportional to the toxicity, and the more bright red and emerald green the colorful things, the more toxic they are. I don't know how toxic this red mist is, and it gathers but does not disperse. If we hadn't all worn gas masks in advance, at such a close distance, we would inevitably inhale the poisonous mist and be poisoned to death. Strange to say, so many dead floats in the water and squeezed into a pot of porridge, but there is only a faint sound of running water, and there is no other sound. All of this is done in silence.

Shirley Yang whispered in my ear, "There seems to be something in the poisonous mist, probably the original form of the mountain god master." For some reason, these floating corpses in the water were attracted by this poisonous mist, and kept floating into it, and once they entered, they seemed to be eaten. ”

I said to her, "his ancestors, this is really evil!" No matter where the mountain god is, according to his way of eating, how many female corpses have to be enough for it to eat over the years, and who are these corpses? ”

The fat man lay on the ground and shrugged his shoulders and said, "God knows, God knows!" But those floating corpses don't seem to be wearing clothes, it's a little far away from here, and it can be seen vaguely, so we might as well take a closer look at it clearly, but then think about how to deal with it. ”

Shirley Yang waved his hand downwards again and again, asking us to speak a little lower, pointing to the west and whispering, "None of this is important. The only plan for today is to take advantage of the moment when the mountain god eats the corpse of the woman, let's sneak over from the side, don't alarm those ...... stuff, otherwise it's definitely not good for us. ”

That's the only way to do it now, and I'm not interested at all in whether the mountain god is an old zombie or a mountain spirit monster. It's best to go around and go out from the gourd mouth without the gods knowing, after all, our goal is to sacrifice the dust beads in the king's tomb, not to embarrass the mountain god in the gourd cave.

We separated our guns, each took a long spear, and pressed it against the wall of the gourd cave, not daring to turn on the tactical spotlight on the mountaineering helmet, and just shrank into the shadow of the wolf's tooth-like translucent rock, and slowly moved forward like a slow motion in a movie. There are many large and small gravel in this cave, and if you move a little bigger, it will make a noise. The three of them inevitably added twelve points of caution, we all know the iron law of tiptoeing and sneaking, and we must not be impatient. However, there were too many equipment and equipment on his body, and he wanted not to make a move, but it still went wrong.

We all carried guns, the fat man and I carried a "Chicago typewriter", and Shirley Young carried a "sword power" - I don't know whose butt it was, scraped down a rock.

The stone was actually not big, but it fell straight into the water with a "thud". In the quiet of the cave, the sound of the tiny stone falling into the water seemed to be amplified tenfold by the dome-shaped cave wall, and the sound of the water on the water surface driven by the countless floating corpses stopped immediately, as if the female corpses were alarmed by us and were staring at us.

I thought to myself, "It's over." But there was still a hint of luck, and he and the fat man and Shirley Yang lay on the spot and didn't dare to move, only hoping that the mountain god in the red poisonous fog didn't notice it, and didn't dare to look over there.

I lay on the ground, cursing in my heart, but "I can't rely on the government for my life, and I can't complain about the society for my life", and it's useless to complain about bad luck now.

The fat man pricked up his ears to listen to the movement over there, but it was always a deathly silence, and he was suspicious in his heart, and gestured to me; I couldn't see his movements clearly in the dark, but we had been together for many years, and we knew each other's intentions very clearly, and I knew that he probably wanted to ask me, "Is there an old zombie in the red mist?" ”

I shook my hand slightly, signaling the fat man to stop moving, don't make any movement now, whether it's a zombie in the corpse poison over there or not, it's enough for us to eat and walk around - I sweated in my palms, just hoping to get through the current hurdle.

In fact, my heart is also full of doubts, and I ask myself that the secret skills of feng shui that I have learned in my life are also extraordinary, and the terrain here is really like a gourd. Think that gourd hole, sleeping cow ground, Tai Chi halo (also known as dragon halo) are the fairy cave in feng shui, this cave resembles a gourd, although it is strange, but since ancient times the Qing Wu sorcerer has said: if the real dragon really lives, what about the strict and clumsy, a high mountain and flat land, the real eyes of the gods but the mark - although the shape is strange, but it is a genuine treasure.

How can there be zombies in such a place? If that thing wrapped in the poisonous fog wasn't a zombie, how could it still exist after thousands of years? If it weren't for the thousand-year-old zombies, where would there be such a vicious corpse poison? What's more, looking at the appearance of those dead drifters, it's not strange that the corpses have changed. I've heard that zombies can smell people, but I don't know if it works if we wear gas masks.

The most incomprehensible thing is the countless female corpses that emerged from the bottom of the water, how they came out as soon as we entered the cave, but when we spied at the entrance of the cave before, we didn't see anything unusual. He's a egg, it seems that these guys have studied the tactics of "Mine Warfare", and they don't see the devil and don't hang the strings.

I didn't pay much attention to the movement near the surface of the water, and suddenly I felt a pinch on my arm, and I immediately came back to my senses. I heard the sound of rubble at the water's edge, as if many people were stepping by the river, and the light reflected in the cave became flickering, as if something in the water had moved.

I know that what should come will come eventually, but sooner or later, it seems that the other party has already sensed our presence. I decided to strike backwards, turned my body slightly, changed to face up, and had the "Chicago Typewriter" bullet loaded in my hand, quietly waiting for what was about to emerge from behind the rocks, ready to give it a greeting with a storm of bullets. The fat man and Shirley Yang beside me were also ready to attack without making any movement.

Due to the heavy gas mask with an adsorption filtration system, the sound of one's own breathing inside is very heavy, and the sound outside is not easy to hear. I only heard the small sound gradually approaching, and it was not until I was close enough that I could already see some faint red mist in front of me, and then I heard a sonorous sound of iron armor coming from behind the rock. Just by listening to that voice, you can know that the person who comes is not small, why is there such an iron armor sound? Is it an ancient army? I held the submachine gun a little tighter.

The fat man couldn't hold his breath any longer, and suddenly jumped up from the ground, raised his submachine gun, and dragged out a string of miai bullets, and the sound of typewriter-like shooting resounded throughout the cave. I saw that the fat man was attacking in advance, and he didn't hesitate, he also turned over, and before he could see what was over there, he grabbed the trigger and swept behind the translucent mountain rock where he was hiding, and first suppressed the other party with firepower. The bullet shot into the red poisonous mist and made a ricochet sound, as if it had hit an armor plate. The dead drifters in the nearby water seemed to be frightened, and they scurried in the water as if they had exploded, and the blue light emitted from the corpses became more and more intense, coupled with the fire that erupted from the muzzle of the "Chicago typewriter" shooting, the whole gourd-shaped cave flickered and flickered, as if there were countless fireflies flying quickly in the darkness.

Just as the light and darkness flickered, the red mist in front of him suddenly faded and dissipated, and there was nothing. I can't help but wonder, where did the bullets go? Suddenly, a low gasp sounded from the side, and a strange face in a golden mask was spewing a large cloud of bright red mist at us.