The lean man smiled as he took out a black plastic bag from his pocket. He reached into the plastic bag, grabbed a handful of powder, and ran towards the little dried corpses. This lean man doesn't seem to be the same as the pangolin, otherwise he wouldn't have waited until we couldn't handle it anymore.

There was still a little black powder left on the lean man's hand, and it looked very familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere. The lean man's hand did not stop, and handfuls of powder were thrown out in all directions. Strangely enough, the dried corpses that were still alive just now stopped after coming into contact with his powder, and remained motionless like the wax figures before them.

I approached the monk and said, "Monk, what is this thin man messing around, why is it better than you chanting a mantra?" ”

The monk approached a dried corpse, twisted it with his hand, and said, "This is magnet powder, this kind of thing is very common, you can use magnets on the side of the road to suck a lot." ”

Originally, I thought that this powder should be extremely precious if it was not rare in the world, but I didn't expect it to be such a rotten thing.

I asked with some confusion, "Monk, can you deal with the dried corpses here with this thing?" If I had those magnets, would they have turned to ashes? ”

The monk shook his head, ignored my poor mouth, and said to the thin man, "Let's go and look for that thing, it's too late and I don't know where it has gone." ”

Only then did I remember that the big white girl was still in the hands of the two-faced monster baby, and cursed in a low voice. The monk and the lean man ran first to the main burial chamber, and a few of us followed.

When we ran to the main burial chamber, we found no sign of the two-faced baby. As the dried corpses in the tank had gone to the graveyard, it became a little empty. We went separate and looked around for the two-faced monster, and the two-faced monster became the commander of the light pole, and I was not afraid of it.

We walked around the tanks, and we couldn't find any trace of the two-faced baby, could it be that it turned on the mechanism again and escaped through the secret passage? In this case, we will not be able to find its whereabouts at all.

After rummaging through the two hundred water tanks in this burial chamber, we did not find the whereabouts of the big white girl and the two-faced monster baby. At this time, all our eyes were focused on the coffin that we had just opened. A group of us slowly approached and surrounded the coffin.

As we surrounded the coffin, there was a slight noise coming from the coffin, as if someone inside was tapping lightly with their fingers.

We stood outside the coffin and looked at each other. The lean man gave us a look and motioned for us to rush up and capture the two-faced monster baby and rescue the big white girl. We thought together that he nodded and slowly surrounded him.

But before we could do anything, a black shadow suddenly appeared from the coffin. The black shadow jumped out of the coffin and stood among us, but it was not the big white girl but the tree man!

The tree man was covered in chapped bark and turned his head stiffly to look at us. As he turned his head, there was a grinding sound around his neck, and a lot of slag fell from his neck.

Startled by his movements, we all took a few steps back, but still surrounded him. The clothes on his body had almost turned into strips for us, and they hung on his body like this. But this guy won't go away, because he has scabs like bark all over his body.

He was fine when he was lying down, and the sound of wooden blocks rubbing against him when he stood up and moved made people feel uncomfortable.

While I was still observing him, the tree man let out a low roar and rushed in my direction. Could it be that all the zongzi in this tomb know that I am the best bully? Namaharaja didn't care, but this time there were so many people around him, including two women and a sissy, but this tree man rushed towards me without any of them. Am I really the Zongzi hatred value full of attributes? Or is there an invisible cowardice on Lao Tzu's head, which only zongzi can see?

But when this guy jumped out, I was already on guard against him. Although his attack caught me off guard a bit, I reflexively jumped back. Because I know that the monk standing next to me will not see death or be saved.

Sure enough, by the time I was about to dodge the Treant's attack, the Treant had jumped to where I was standing. When the tree man stretched out his hands and tried to grab me, he was slapped back by the monk. At this time, Nangong and the others reacted, and took a few steps back, out of the range of the tree man's attack.

After this guy was beaten by the monk, there was nothing to do except for the scum who fell to the ground. Before we could react, he jumped up and started to look at me again.

At this time, I learned to be obedient and hid behind the monk and did not move forward. Now that there is such a meat shield between the two of us, even if that guy wants to trouble me again, he has to pass the monk level first.

The big white girl took out a pistol and pointed it at the tree man, and it was a crackling bullet. After the gunshot, the Treant was punched a large hole in the chest. I found out that this guy was not only covered with scabs like tree bark, but also had lumpy fibers in his body! Is such a structure still human?

When the monk saw the lumpy fibers, he snorted softly in confusion, but his hand did not stop, and he took the sapper shovel and plunged directly into the hole in his chest.

Just when I thought this guy would be fine even if he was cut into a few pieces, the tree man let out a shrill cry like a stone cutting through glass. The sound was so harsh that I couldn't do anything by covering my ears with my hands, I just felt the whole world start spinning, and I felt a wave of vertigo in my head that almost passed out.

The monk held the handle of the sapper shovel in his hand and turned it, directly breaking the entire chest of the tree man. However, although the tree man screamed fiercely, he did not feel seriously injured at all, and jumped backwards with the monk's sapper shovel while shouting. The monk didn't hold it for a while, and directly let him escape.

Just as I was standing behind the monk and watching the tree man jump backwards, I suddenly felt a pair of small hands on my shoulders behind my back. I wanted to turn my head to see what was behind me, but I felt that the strength in my body was getting smaller and smaller, and I couldn't even do something as simple as turning my head. I just felt my consciousness getting weaker and weaker, and suddenly a deep feeling of tiredness arose in my mind.

I tried hard to tell myself that I couldn't sleep, that there must be something wrong with this. But the harder I tried, the more tired I felt in my head, and I finally lost consciousness.