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The three of them went up to the second-floor tomb road, and had to wait for the Nine Palaces gossip to return to its position, and the three of them delayed for a while before climbing out of the exit again.

"The air outside is so good." This was the first sentence that Chaozi's head poked out, and then his tenor, who was always in a state of excitement, said, "Old Wang, big man, let's come out!" ”

The last word "la" echoed in the empty underground space. If it was to be put on the front, Lao Wang's signature smile should have sounded, but now it is good, and there is no movement. This Chaozi poked his head down, good guy, Lao Wang was lying in a dry bloodstain, and most of his face was red.

He was the first to come out, and hurriedly shouted into the cave: "Something happened to Lao Wang!" Grab the rope and slip to the bottom, and the two of them followed. Picking up Lao Wang and probing, there was only breath coming out of his nostrils, and he was almost out of breath, such a big pool of blood, and the sturdy young man almost had to be reimbursed.

Originally, Lao Wang's scalp was on the ground, and the blood had already coagulated, and when Chaozi hugged him like this, a big hole in the back of his head was immediately exposed again, and the bubbling blood continued to bubble out.

Chaozi hurriedly took off his coat and covered it, and Cha Wenbin hurriedly took out an incense burner from the almost broken gossip bag. Unscrewed the stove, grabbed a handful of incense ashes and put it on Lao Wang's wound, then tore a few strips of cloth from the already tattered Taoist robe and wrapped it around him, and said: "Chaozi hurriedly gave him a heart booster, and then he had to go out quickly." ”

After the basic medical measures were completed, Cha Wenbin found out that there was one person missing, and he didn't know where to go!

Because he was afraid that something would happen to him, he told Chaozi to be optimistic about Lao Wang, so he called Zhuo Xiong to look for it privately. The space in this place was not large, Cha Wenbin didn't even look at the figure after shouting and shouting, and when they returned to the starting point again, there was a tall man standing behind Chaozi, who was holding a pebble in his hand and holding it high, and was about to slap it towards the back of Chaozi's head.

"Big guy!" Cha Wenbin was also anxious. After a shout, Chaozi turned his face when he heard it, and saw a cyan stone the size of a rice bowl "whirring" towards his façade, and he was stunned for a while.

It was too late, it was too fast, and I only heard a gunshot, and a bloody flower exploded on the arm of the fleshy face. The lethal Sand Eagle almost wiped out his entire arm. The half of the hand of the horizontal meat face immediately hung on the ground, and the big stone in his hand also fell to the ground with a "grunt".

Chaozi, put down Lao Wang, a standard grappling hand clasped the wrist of the horizontal face, with his experience in the army, this hand will definitely be taken down. Unexpectedly, with such a horizontal fleshy face with one hand, he smashed the head the size of a copper kettle towards Chaozi's head, and with a "bang", Chaozi staggered to the ground.

"Are you crazy? If you move again, I'm really going to shoot! Zhuo Xiong roared, he came from that place, and he was the closest person to his grandfather, so he was the closest person to him, so the shot just now, he hit it against the skin of his fleshy face, and it didn't hit his bones.

There was a giggling sound of laughter behind their backs, and the laughter made people's scalps tingle. Suddenly, he turned around, and a wisp of blood on the hanging arm was dripping to the ground, he paused to the ground expressionlessly, and casually picked up a big stone and walked slowly towards Cha Wenbin and them.

The two sides are only ten meters apart, this distance, with the impact of the horizontal face, that is, they can kill in the blink of an eye, but the gun in Zhuo Xiong's hand is definitely sure to sound before he can make a move.

"Zhuo Xiong, don't move, he's not a big brother, the big brother's eyes are not like this, this is a pair of eyes that want to kill." Cha Wenbin found that the originally clear and transparent eyes of the horizontal flesh face showed a fierce light at this time, if he was really such a person, it would be absolutely impossible to block the soul flag that day, so Cha Wenbin thought in his heart that this kid was tricked.

"What then? If you want to fight, even if Chaozi is here, the three of us together are not his opponents. "Zhuo Xiong knows the brute strength of the horizontal face, it is definitely not that the bodies of a few of them can withstand it, even the Mochizuki Yimu can't eat a single picture of him that day, how sure is it that he doesn't shoot?

"Possessed, wait a while to find a way to lure him away, his speed is not as fast as yours, and his skills are not as agile as yours, give me a little time to drag him down, I'll figure out a way, don't hurt his people until the last resort." Cha Wenbin quickly explained in Zhuo Xiong's ear, and then quickly flashed to the side.

Seeing that Cha Wenbin was about to escape, Hengrou Face accelerated to chase after him, Zhuo Xiong raised his hand and shot him on the ground at his feet, sparks splashed everywhere, and then turned his head and ran. This trick really worked, Hengrou's face seemed to be enraged, Zhuo Xiong's shot just now had already injured him, and this time he regarded him as his primary pursuit target.

In this small space, Zhuo Xiong relied on his agile skills to keep circling with a horizontal face, while Cha Wenbin followed the climbing rope and climbed back to the top of the coffin, and put away the rope.

If you want to say that this person is possessed, Cha Wenbin is not afraid, most of the possessed people will go crazy, and usually an old woman who seems to be powerless may burst out with more power than an adult man. But he knew in his heart that it would not be a joke if someone in this place made such a fuss. Why? Because the bright dementor grass on this coffin is still there, and any ghost can wander in front of this thing, even a little yin has come over, and it has been locked in the coffin.

So there's a possibility: this thing isn't afraid of Dementor Grass at all, so it's not an ordinary troublemaker!

Although Heng Rou Face has been chasing Zhuo Xiong, every time he passes under this Cha Wenbin, he will always raise his head to take a look, and then Zhuo Xiong will put a shot in front of him to attract his attention.

This normal person will consume physical strength when he runs, but the possessed person will not, even if he reaches the limit of his body in the end, he will only die of exhaustion, but he will not show the slightest weakness. Fortunately, Zhuo Xiong was also born in a Lian family, but this desperate run also made him pant like a cow, but the horizontal face still took a stone and ran "whirring", and if it goes on like this, I really don't know whether he was stoned to death or killed by Zhuo Xiong first.

Cha Wenbin, who was squatting on it, was not idle for a moment, although the gossip bag was already tattered, but the good things were still there. He spread out a piece of black rune paper, put on the inkstone, took out the rod, and directly tore open a bag of black dog blood mixed with the cinnabar and painted.

After the talisman was finished, he took out a black piece of black stuff from his pocket and put it in his mouth, tied the hand-lifted hemp rope around his waist, held a gossip mirror in his right hand, and slipped along the mountaineering rope to a place three meters above the ground and waited.

When Zhuo Xiong reappeared below, his face began to turn blue, and the continuous sprint running was not something that ordinary people could stand, but the horizontal flesh face followed. Cha Wenbin saw the opportunity, jumped down from the rope, and rode on the neck of the cross-faced face impartially, and his legs were clamped by an old tree. Seeing that he was being attacked by a sneak attack, Heng Rou Face reacted quite slowly, and took advantage of the situation to pick up the big stone in his hand and throw it at Cha Wenbin's leg.

Fortunately, at this critical moment, it was Zhuo Xiong, and another shot hit the other hand of the horizontal face, and now he hung up on both hands. Cha Wenbin was not idle, took out the hemp rope and wrapped it around the neck of the horizontal meat face, and then hung an upside-down gold hook from the back of the horizontal meat face, and quickly wrapped the "8" knot around his ankles, and supported his hands on the ground, rolling, and then fell to the ground.

After landing, he was still holding the hemp rope in his hand, and he put the rope on his shoulder with his back to Heng Rou Face, and then rushed forward with the greatest strength, and with a "boom", Heng Rou Face's incomparably huge body smashed to the ground.

Hemp rope is also called bundle fairy rope, it is said that the ink fountain invented by Naluban can cure the zombies in the coffin, and this hemp god is specially used to bind the possessed person, and the trick is in the position of the bundle.

Seeing that the blow had been done, Cha Wenbin quickly ran back with the hemp rope and shouted, "Hold his head!" ”

Where did Zhuo Xiong dare to disobey, a hungry tiger pounced, used all his strength to strangle the huge head of the horizontal meat face, and pressed the whole body on his body, which could be regarded as barely holding down this kid.

Cha Wenbin tied a special knot with the hemp rope every other section, and then found a specific part of the horizontal flesh face and tied it down. There are a total of seven knots, and the acupuncture points to deal with are the location of the horizontal flesh face and spirit, and the remaining rope also made him bundle it all the way, and he almost didn't tie him into a zongzi.

After finishing these things, the two of them were already tired and sweating profusely, especially Zhuo Xiong, who began to hurt in his throat when he took a breath. But the meaty face was still struggling as hard as killing a pig, and he soon dug a big hole in the ground.

"Turn over him and knock him open again!" Cha Wenbin felt out the black thing and said.

When Zhuo Xiong turned his face aside, this guy's face was no longer good, it was all rubbed against this stone, dripping with blood, and with his ferocity, it was still a killing god.

Zhuo Xiong's two fingers pinched the cheeks of Heng Rou Face, one was hard, as soon as he was in pain, his mouth opened, Cha Wenbin took the opportunity to stuff the thing into it, and then tore a piece from the broken robe on his body and tied up Heng Rou Face's mouth.

After doing this, he sat down slightly, took a breath and said, "You go and see how Chaozi is doing first." ”

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