"It's not over yet." The fat man looked calm, took out a deck of playing cards out of nowhere, and fought with the guards against the landlord, and won more than a dozen after a while.

This is definitely a painful performance of idleness, what cards the guard plays are in his control, I don't know what cards to play, the guard turned sideways and took the cards in his hand to the fat man to see,

The fat man pointed, and continued to fight as if nothing had happened,

"Yes, it's not over yet, ouch, out of four A's, this card can't be messed up."

Lao Song nodded and smiled helplessly, and in an instant, his helpless performance turned into surprise, and he patted the guard's shoulder and shouted: "If you play this card, the landlord will win, or not." ”

It's been an hour since the crows started attacking us.

The atmosphere in the barrier, from the beginning of the frightened, has now become harmonious,

There's no way, even if it's a scary thing, a non-dangerous attack has been done for an hour, who can be afraid,

I have to say, I admire these three-eyed white crows, these crows that come out, I can't count them,

Until now, it's still black outside, and I don't know when I'll be able to clean it up.

"We can't stay here forever, we're starving to death." The soldier frowned and looked out, and sighed: "Think of a way, the method of the three-eyed white crow is really not simple." ”

Dad smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I didn't know it could last so long, look at this situation, it will be the same in a few days, is it that the resentment in its body is endless." ”

In fact, we are all surprised that these three-eyed white crows feed on resentment, contain resentment in their bodies, and use resentment as the main means of attack.

No matter who thinks that when this grievance runs out, it will be like a pond, it will always dry up.

But this situation does not seem to be ideal.

"Zhao Changkong, Jiang Zhantian, hurry up and squeak, don't pretend to be dead." The soldier thought about it for a long time and couldn't come up with a way, so he asked for help from the two guys who lived in the Bingxian Sword with a bitter face.

"Squeak." The deep voices of two men came from the sword of the soldiers,

(Voiceover, GI: "Can I swear, these two old immortal bastards are playing with me, I called them two squeaks, and they really squeaked me.") ”）

After being scolded by the seven of us for more than ten minutes, Zhao Changkong and Jiang Zhantian, the two ghost generals, finally couldn't bear it

"Don't scold, okay, can you have some quality." Zhao Changkong's tone was full of grief and indignation, and this didn't make him blame, after all, our scolding was still a little ugly,

If their ancestors had heard this, they would have jumped out of the coffin and strangled us,

"Quality, quality is the product of reason, we are now irrational, where does quality come from." Lao Song smiled disdainfully,

For our stinky and shameless virtue mixed with hob meat, Zhao Changkong and Jiang Zhantian both expressed their helplessness,

"You don't want to think about how many years these three-eyed white crows have lived, and how much resentment has been absorbed." Zhao Changkong said slowly: "For thousands of years, the three-eyed white crow has fed on resentment, and the resentment in the body can be described as endless, just stay in the formation for a few decades." ”

Before I heard this, I had a little hope,

After hearing this, the seven of us were going to despair, but before despair, everyone wanted to kill Zhao Changkong's two grandsons.

Dad took a deep breath, barely suppressed the fire, and asked through gritted teeth, "There is no other way." ”

"It's not for nothing." Zhao Changkong exclaimed,

"Ouch, I'll go, hurry up and say hey." Lao Song hurriedly shouted, his face was happy,

"You clean up the three-eyed white crow, won't it be fine?" Jiang Zhantian's tone was unusually serious, but it gave us a feeling of special v-force,

When you say this, you are not afraid that the wind will shine your tongue,

If you could really clean up the three-eyed white crow, you would have made it into a roasted crow and ate it, uncle,

didn't continue to deal with these two goods who stood and talked without backache, sat on the ground with his head down, and looked at the crows outside the barrier in a daze.

Three-eyed white black, as if there is really no weakness,

Although it is a living creature, it can be killed by us, but it can't get close to its body.

If nothing else, just say that the mutant crow that it spits out of the mist and transforms, it can be cleaned up casually,

There's no way to even call the sandstorm summoned by the fat man, isn't it just looking for death with it?

"If you can avoid those crows, you should be able to clean up this thing when you get close." Six Fingers smiled bitterly,

Everyone has this idea, but no one can find a reliable way.

At this moment, the fat man squinted at the crows outside and asked in a low voice, "Fanzi, can you hide from these crows." ”

"I should be able to," I said with my teeth bared, I really haven't tried it, but according to Fuyangzi's words, it seems that I can't really see me except for living creatures.

The last time I was in Egypt, it was a pure accident, and I didn't touch the golden bottle.

"If I send you to the location of the three-eyed white crow, can you clean it up?" The fat man looked at me seriously and said word by word: "If you can, then I will send you over." ”

"What can you do to send me over, there are crows all over the place, even if I go invisible, as long as I blink an eye, I will immediately enter their stomachs." I shook my head and looked at the crows outside,

The fat man stood up, took two steps left and right, slowly squatted down and grabbed a handful of soil on the ground, looked at it carefully, and muttered: "I can send you from the ground, but do you have a way to clean up the three-eyed white crow." ”

"The three-eyed white crow is a living creature, and it may not work with charms or the like, so it won't work if you give it a shot." The soldier thought for a moment and said,

I took out a cigarette from my pocket, lit a cigarette and smoked it, thinking about it with a bitter face.

The idea of the soldier is okay, but the big crow that came out of the three-eyed white crow, I'm really afraid,

If that thing can block the bullets, won't I die?

"There is no other way but to fight, fat man, how can you send me out." I said with a bitter face, if we continue to consume like this, it will not do us any good.

After discussion, I finally knew the fat man's methods, this kid is really awesome,

Hold the sand in the land, and then form something like quicksand, which rolls me out of the ground,

As long as you hold your breath, nothing happens,

On the bottle of Anubis, there is a spell to control the dust and loess, which makes me envious.

It has to be said that in Egyptian legends, Anubis, the god of the dead, often wanders in the desert, letting the wind and sand swallow up people who enter the desert at will.

Yellow sand, in ancient Egypt, represented death,