I knew what the bottle was trying to do, and before I could think carefully about whether it was proper or not, he had already poured a plate of coals into the gap that had been smashed out.

The gap was still some distance from what was inside, and the fat man followed closely behind, another plate, and the coals poured in after it pushed the already cracked inside.

Suddenly, there was a burst of sound from the stone, like a baby's cry, sharp and terrible.

It stands to reason that there shouldn't be too much psychological pressure to kill this terrifying thing, but when I listen to it, I still feel that my heart is being pulled up, and I can't bear it, in the end, it is completely in a weak position now, and it can only be slaughtered by others.

The stuffy oil bottle was like frost, and he continued to pour it without hesitation.

There was a strange smell in the air, which I was very familiar with, that is, the "smell of the dead" in the iron block before, I didn't think it really represented death, and the shadows in the stone wall kept shaking at first, but gradually stopped, and the mournful cry became indistinct.

I've been soft-hearted since I was a child, and even though I was almost caught just now, I still feel extremely uncomfortable to kill a humanoid thing so alive.

The fat man is not as pedantic as me, although he also muttered a little, but he did not twist, and said with a dry laugh: "Reincarnate in the next life, don't cast in the wrong place." ”

Eventually, the shadow was gone, only a gap in the stone, still smoking.

I sat down on the ground and let out a sigh of relief, just as I wanted to slow down, but the stuffy oil bottle said, "It's not over yet." ”

I looked up and understood what he meant, and on the other side of the rock wall, there were three figures very close to the surface.

"Do we have to do this?" I asked.

The stuffy oil bottle did not answer, and glanced at the fat man. He nodded, raised his hammer and chisel, and walked over to another figure, and I didn't want to look any more, so I just sat there and didn't move. The fat man recited Amitabha Buddha a few times, and then started to dig, and soon, what had just happened was repeated.

When he turned to the third one, the fat man couldn't stand it anymore, and stood in front of the shadow with sweat on his head for a long time, and asked the stuffy oil bottle: "Little brother, can we rest and do it again?" ”

The stuffy oil bottle shook his head, looked around, and said coldly: "No need to do it anymore, there is no time." ”

Then I turned my head and looked, suddenly awe-inspiring, I don't know when, the figures in the rock wall have all appeared against the wall, and there are at least ten more bodies that can be counted at a glance, and they can be seen with the naked eye.

They are moving slowly towards the surface of the stone wall.

What's going on? Did they catch up on our intentions and speed them up?

I stood up again, the stuffy oil bottle picked up by our army, held it with my backhand, the fat man cāo raised the masonry hammer, I was unarmed, looked at it, and picked up a drill rod from the ground, and the three of them were back to back, looking around.

The fat man was already excited, if a person like him really wanted to fight, he wouldn't care if the other party was Arnold or a stone monster. I heard him scold a few times and said, "Dog! It's okay, I really can't stand it anymore to stay here, it's better to starve to death than to die like this, let's have a big fight! After saying that, he remembered something again, and kicked the idol away, "Fucking don't give face!" Lao Tzu worships you, it's better to worship [**]! ”

My heart was beating so fast that I couldn't help but tremble, but surprisingly I wasn't afraid, and I said to the fat man, "What's so glorious about dying like this?" Who the fuck knows how you died? ”

As soon as I finished speaking, suddenly there was a chill on the back of my neck, and something fell on my neck, and I was so frightened that I quickly jumped away and touched it, and when I saw it, it was some rock fragments.

My brain jumped, my heart said I, I forgot that the top of my head was also a stone, and when I looked up, I saw that the top of the rock, which was less than two fists away from the top of my head, had cracked, and a green thing appeared in the crack.

We immediately got out of the way, and the roof cracked almost simultaneously, and a green shadow slammed down from the surface, followed by a terrible scream.

Under the lookout light, I didn't see the whole picture of the thing at all, only that a shadow fell down, stayed in the lookout light circle for half a second, and then dodged away and hit the campfire.

The bonfires were knocked apart, sparks and charcoal fires were smashed everywhere, the concentrated light was completely knocked away, and it was suddenly pitch black, and only countless small fire points could be seen burning.

I chased the thing with a searchlight, but I could only see the afterimage.

The fat man reacted the fastest, and picked up a piece of firewood that was still burning, but before he could pick it up, the fire was extinguished, leaving a dark red charcoal.

"Dog's—" he scolded, and before the word could be fully spit out, it turned into a muffled snort, as if something had thrown him to the ground, followed by a series of thrashing sounds.

Follow the sound to shine the searchlight, see the fat man and a thing scuffling together, turn away to shine the stuffy oil bottle, the flashlight turned, did not find him, but at once illuminated an extremely hideous face.

I turned the searchlight to have a habit, so the face only appeared in front of me for a moment, and the impact was much greater than seeing it directly. I was so frightened that I retreated again and again, shouting, "Another one came out!" ”

Fear is fear, and the rod of the hand swept in that direction, knocking something in the muffled sound, but not the strength. The drill rod was all iron, so heavy that I couldn't hit it a second time with one hand, so I had to pull it back and shine it with a searchlight.

Before he could take a clear picture, he was slammed into his back, and the whole person fell out and rolled directly to the ground. The searchlight was out of his hands, and he didn't know where it flew.

When I got up, I knew it was bad, I couldn't see anything, I was in trouble. At this time, I heard the stuffy oil bottle shouting: "Lie on the ground, don't move!" Then there was a terrible scream, and a mass of things fell hard beside me.

I hugged my head and shrank to the side, and there was a hissing of a few punches around me, and then I secretly heard the sound of a broken neck with a "click", and the screaming stopped abruptly.

On the other side, the fat man's place was not over yet, and he listened to him hammer hard one after another, "cāo! Dare to steal your fat peach! Dare to steal your fat peach! "There was a scream when I hammered it, and I hammered it four times, and there was no movement over there. He gulped hard.

I couldn't see the situation clearly, and the surroundings were quiet.

I asked, "It's all settled?" ”

The stuffy oil bottle said sharply: "Don't talk, listen!" ”

I immediately held my breath and heard the sound of crawling in the darkness, too numerous to estimate.