The fat man said, "Madman, don't laugh, this thing is comparable to the zombies we've seen before." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 InfoIsn't it also called when a zombie is shot? I think this thing is an upgraded version of the zombie, not only is it big and powerful, but it also has wings, which is even more difficult to deal with. ”

Ergou interjected: "There are swarms of zombies, there are only two of them, and they can't become any climate." Since a gunpowder gun can hurt it, as long as you find a good gun, it is not difficult to solve it. ”

The fat man opened his mouth and said, "Isn't there only one?" How can there be two? ”

I smiled bitterly and said, "The second dog dug out another one from the grave." ”

When the fat man heard this, he straightened up and said, "Dig up in the grave? So, the monster is a dead corpse? Damn, it's zombies again! I thought it was a Setan Star Monster, but it's time for Ultraman to appear next. ”

I thought for a moment and said, "There are many forms of zombies, and the weakest one is the one seen in the Nine Old Caves. The real zombies are divided into white hair, black hair and red hair, and then there is a drought fish, which is said to die thousands of miles when the drought fish comes out. However, the drought is not the most harmful, the most harmful is called the golden retriever, the golden retriever is the only one among the zombies who has cultivated to the golden retriever, thousands of years of Taoism, after the thunder tribulation, the mana is boundless. ”

The fat man said, "You mean that the birdman is a golden retriever?" We are digging a black-waisted tomb, could it be that the black-waisted tomb has been cultivated for 2,000 years and has become a golden retriever? ”

I said, "That's a legend, the golden retriever is invulnerable, you can hurt him with a gun, if it's a golden retriever, how can he be so unbeaten?" I guess that thing should be cultivated using the blood of animals, or the nutrients of dead corpses, and it is a man-made monster like the zombies of Jiulao Cave. ”

The fat man said, "That's right, who is making zombies?" ”

I turned my head and asked Ergou, "Is there anything left in the bronze urn?" ”

Ergou said: "Before I have time to look, the liquid in half an urn should be blood." The whole thing was wrapped in a cocoon, and it yelled at me, and the situation around me changed. ”

"Cocoon?" I wondered, "How can there be a cocoon?" ”

The fat man didn't pay attention to the word change that Ergou said, and said, "Aren't all cocoons insects?" ”

Ergou was silent for a while, and said, "That thing may not be a zombie, but a mothman." My master told me something similar, saying that a senior before liberation had encountered this kind of thing, and it was a major disaster and unlucky. ”

The fat man snorted twice and said, "What's unlucky? Crow's mouth, it's not too difficult not to die, there will be a blessing in the future. Has the tomb been dug up? Hurry up and take your things and leave, it's almost dawn. ”

I said, "Whatever it is, it has a weird roar, and if you come across it in the future, be careful." ”

Back at the tomb, Ergou went down the robbery hole again. This guy is really brave enough, he directly touched the urn with his hands, and didn't even wear a glove. After digging for a long time, only a bronze sword and a fragment of armor that had fallen apart were fished out.

The fat man didn't look at the wind again, and stood beside me and watched the second dog work. The more I looked, the more gloomy the faces of the two of us, bronze swords and armor were nothing, and it was common for dead people to be buried together, but Ergou didn't take out the bones of dead people, not even one. The fat man said in a trembling voice, "It seems that that thing is indeed a dead corpse." Crazy, all the other bones are rotten, but the skull can't be rotten, right? You see that Ergou has touched it for so long, and he has touched everything. ”

I said, "Don't talk nonsense, maybe it's a well-dressed mound or a suspicious mound." ”

Ergou was bent on finding some silk books, but he didn't care about this, and he was still trying his best to fish there. It's just that the silk book is not easy to preserve, and even if it is in the urn, it has long become scum.

Ergou was not reconciled, and dug by the urn with a shovel, trying to find out if there was any other space to hide things. After digging for a while, I found something. This thing is not small in size, but when you peel back the soil, it is a huge turtle shell.

The fat man said, "How can there be a turtle shell?" ”

I thought for a moment and said, "Didn't Wang Debao say that there is a mountain turtle in this tomb?" It seems that the blood is not necessarily human blood, it may be turtle blood. The mountain turtle was controlled by that thing, and it was specially designed to provide it with fresh blood. ”

The fat man didn't know each other, so he broke the casserole and asked, "That thing is wrapped in a cocoon, and there is a bronze urn outside, how can I get turtle blood?" ”

I said, "How do I know?" I'm not the Mothman. These urns usually have holes in them, and it is said that they are used for the spirits of the dead inside, and there may be a mechanism in the hole. As I spoke, I raised my voice and shouted, "Ergou, don't dig it, there's nothing to be found in this tomb, let's find another one another day." ”

Hearing this, Ergou looked up at the sky and slowly stopped.

At this time, the sky was already faintly bright, and in another half an hour, the sun would come out, and the real blue sky and white day, we would not be able to go away. Packing up his tools, he went downhill with a rusty bronze sword and fragments of armor that were barely visible, plus a ghost-eye urn lid.

Ergou's mood is not high, he has been busy for a long time, there is almost no valuable gain, and he can't even determine whether he is digging a black-waisted tomb, and he is full of doubts.

The fat man didn't care about being injured, and he carried the hundred-pound bronze urn lid alone, but he walked happily, if the bronze urn could be moved, he would not let it go. Rao is like this, and he even called it a pity in his mouth. Look at it like this, if the urn were gold, the boy would have to carry it all along.

I was a little stunned of that ghost eye in my heart, and said to him: "A lid is worthless, it's called a remnant, forget it if you throw it there, it's cumbersome, and it's not easy to ship it, it's not worth it." ”

The fat man was straightforward and said, "Mosquito meat is also meat, and after working hard for a long time, you can't cheapen others, right?" ”

I went down the mountain safely, and I didn't encounter anything unusual along the way, not to mention the golden retriever moth man who fell into the flower cave girl, and I didn't even see half of the ghost. Ergou didn't have a driver's license, and I was afraid that my spirit was still different, so I didn't dare to drive. The fat man still hurts, but he should be the most normal and sober one among us, and I insisted on arranging for him to drive.

The fat man was quite aggrieved while driving, and said, "Dude, I'm an injured person, don't you see the injury?" ”

Taking advantage of this gap, I told the fat man about the strange things we had just encountered, and I wanted him to know sooner or later, lest he not give up and find someone to take this evil urn.

The fat man didn't believe it at all, and said, "Crazy, you can fool around, forget if you don't dig up anything valuable, you don't have to make up stories to coax me, right?" As he spoke, he squinted at the wet clothes of me and Ergou, and said with a strange smile: "It's raining? There are no insects in this place, and I don't know which ravine I fell into, and I got such a body of water. We're all brothers, don't die to save face, you just mean to scare that thing and get wet. ”