The old port farmer and the mountain village man are old friends in business, the two of them in a conversation, inadvertently talked about antiques, the mountain village man hopes that the old port farmer will introduce him to a knowledgeable master, it is best to know some feng shui secret arts. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In this way, as a person who walked through the desert with the son of an old port farmer, I was naturally recommended by him. I guess when he said it, I was still thinking about how I was going to thank him in the future.

In order to deceive us here, the villager did not hesitate to spend a lot of money, first wrapped all the tickets from Chengdu to Baishan County, and then spent money to buy the conductor and only sold us the tickets at noon, so that when we passed by Sunjia Village, it was getting late, and we had to go to the only family in the village, the old man Sun Mingyi.

However, there were indeed some mistakes, and it didn't take too long to get the tiger talisman from Sun Mingyi, but I never thought that this old man's mouth was too hard, and he didn't open his mouth after a few days and nights.

Of course, they didn't know that this tiger talisman was related to the hope of whether his grandson could live, and even if he risked his old life, he had to save his grandson's life, and it was this belief that he was able to survive until our arrival.

The white-haired old man temporarily decided to leak the flaws, let us save the old man Sun, and the old man Sun will definitely hand over the things to others before he dies, I have to say that the white-haired old man's bet is right, and everything goes on according to his plan.

I asked the poison-eyed dragon to take Sun Mingyi's grandson to the hospital in the county seat, and the people of the village under the mountain had been waiting for him on the road to the county for a long time, but fortunately, the poison-eyed dragon had superb acting skills, and he could say that he was alive with a dead mouth, although he had a tiger talisman on his body, he was never noticed by them.

Naturally, Yamashita Murafu had a preconceived idea that with me in the team, how could he entrust such an important thing to others for safekeeping. didn't make people embarrassed, but just carried him all the way back to Baishan County.

At this point, I finally understood why the villagers of Yamashita did not shoot me, with so many well-equipped men and far more outnumbered me. However, I still did not know something, and asked the white-haired old man what they would do if I did not go to the mountain to find the ancient tomb as they wanted, but left with the fat man.

The white-haired old man glanced at the angry Yamashita villager, and then said, "This is the genius of Mr. Yamashita, in his own words, this is called consciousness enhancement, and I don't remember what they talked about the most when you interrogated them." It is this ancient tomb in the mountain. There is also the story told to you by the old man Sun Mingyi, which invisibly strengthens your awareness of this ancient tomb, and in the original words of Mr. Yamashita, you will definitely come. ”

I looked at the Yamashita villager suspiciously, wanting to see what he wanted to explain, but the Yamashita villager snorted coldly: "Mr. Zou, you don't need to believe them if they are renegades, we are now in the same boat, don't let us misunderstand because of his words." ”

Although the words of the Yamashita villager were beautiful, after all, he was a little weak-hearted, and the words were a little funny to my ears. The fat man also became very quiet at this time, and he was happy to see them dog-eat-dog.

It's not the time to see their dog-eat-dog deaths and injuries, and keeping one more person is one more useful thing for me.

The fat man and the poison-eyed dragon and I listened to the two of them tearing each other down, a little speechless, just to introduce us to this ancient tomb, I asked the white-haired old man why he told us these things now.

The white-haired old man didn't answer my question directly, but instead asked the village man Yamashita: "Mr. Yamashita, take people's money and people to eliminate disasters, we did agree to help you do things, it is nothing more than wanting to have a chance to live, we can work for you, you can also use us as chess pieces, abandon us at any time, my four brothers have no complaints." I just wondered how we're going to die next? ”

As soon as this remark came out, we were a little confused, what the hell did this Japanese villager do, could it be that he already knew that there would be such an organ in this tomb. Everyone's eyes fell on the face of the villager, who was uncertain.

The villager suddenly laughed: "I didn't expect you to have such acumen, it's really surprising to me." The white-haired old man's face suddenly became gloomy, but the villager under the mountain didn't pay any attention to it: "I do know a lot of things in this ancient tomb, and I also know some of these trap mechanisms, but I didn't deliberately hide it from you, after Mr. Li and I came out of the passage, I thought that the mechanisms in it were useless, so I didn't tell you..."

Now, no matter how the Japanese villager explains, it has become a powerless sophistry, and except for his bodyguards, I am afraid that no one will believe it.

The white-haired old man didn't say it too clearly, perhaps he had already noticed the problem, and after the death of a companion in the passage, he began to calculate for his own people, and now another one has died, and the Japanese villager did not give any explanation, so he was full of resentment, and wanted to use my hand to force him to say what he had been unwilling to say.

There are seven of us now, and if we have to divide them, I will take the fat man and the poison-eyed dragon to occupy half of them, and the four of them are divided into two factions, and since there is a gap between them, no one wants to offend us at this time.

For us, the white-haired old man with a woman, no matter how evil he is, is still Chinese in the end, but the village man Yamashita and his bodyguard are different. In the absence of much intersection between the two sides, I would naturally choose the Chinese.

After sorting out the pros and cons of things, I had already made a choice in my heart, patted my head, and let out a long breath: "Hey... No matter which of you is right or wrong, Mr. Villager, I am afraid that the only way forward is for you to lead the way, and in order to prevent you from fighting, you two will follow my brother. The most important thing for us at the moment is to get out, you say? ”

Although the white-haired old man noticed some clues, there was no doubt. Yamashita's face became even more ugly, but he reluctantly agreed.

The Poison-Eyed Dragon snickered from the side, and he understood what I meant. When the white-haired old man saw that Yamashita had agreed to such a risky proposal for him, his heart was even more angry, if it weren't for what I said before, Yamashita Muraman would have become a dead man by this time.

The fat man naturally didn't understand my intentions, and said thoughtlessly: "This is a good formation, do you know where to go?" ”

Everyone looked at me in unison, the five doors were exactly the same, and they couldn't find any useful clues at all, and finally decided that seven people would enter the five doors separately, and the poison-eyed dragon was a literati who couldn't do this kind of hard work, so he had to let him go down with the woman surnamed Lan, and the fat man laughed at him for a while for this matter, but he didn't care about himself.

I said in advance that no matter what happened, as long as I noticed the slightest mistake, I immediately nodded back, and everyone nodded yes before they walked in separately.

A person walks inside, looking back from time to time, until the faint light behind him can no longer be seen, and the front is still not finished. Suddenly, I felt that the ground had become a little muddy, and with a foul smell coming towards me, every step under my feet would bring a pile of sticky mud, and it was very difficult to walk.

When I came in, I saw that the two birds were still alive in the cage, so I simply took off the gas mask and left it with the poison-eyed dragon, although there was no poisonous gas, the foul smell was enough to make people sick for a while.

The deeper I went, the stronger the stench became, and the sleeves couldn't cover it at all. The cautious observer holding the flashlight left and right, I don't know when there were two more green photoelectric lights in the darkness in front of him, flickering on and off.

I was happy in my heart, I had seen this thing in Xinjiang, and the thirty-six night pearls were placed on the lampstand on the wall, which was particularly dazzling in the dark. And according to past experience, seeing these green points of light, the channel is not far from the end.

The steps under his feet also accelerated with difficulty, a distance of about 100 steps, and after walking for five or six minutes, the two green points of light suddenly disappeared, and his heart was suddenly strange, and he stretched his neck with a flashlight and kept looking into the distance.

Suddenly, I felt an inexplicable pressure coming down from my head, as if something was going to collapse at any moment.

I didn't have time to take a closer look, so I hurriedly took two steps back, holding up my flashlight and observing it as I retreated.

When the flashlight was shining overhead, there was a sudden snap in front of me, and something fell to the ground, and when I looked again, I found nothing.

I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat behind my back, no matter what it was, the action was too fast, I just wanted to go back quickly in my heart, but the road under my feet was too muddy, and the speed couldn't be fast at all, so I could only be careful and vigilant.

After taking about twenty steps back, the two green spots of light that had disappeared appeared in the distance again, and I was shocked, could it be that there was something wrong with this thing. I didn't bother to think about it anymore, just pick up a gun and shoot.

Two gunshots rang out, one of which hit the point of light. The bullet shattered a water balloon, and the green spots of light were like splashes, staining the surroundings green.

Another point of light flickered and never disappeared. A moment later, coming straight in my direction, I was startled, and I threw two shots at the hand, and retreated as I went.

The thing was probably scared, and the gunfire was slightly stunned for a moment, and suddenly the complete point of light disappeared.

It turned out to be a living thing, and the green point of light was his eye, the green blood that flowed from the cracked eye, and it was betraying its direction at any time, but it didn't notice it.

I snorted coldly: "A beast is a beast, and you can't see Mount Tai in a leaf." ”

That being said, it was moving so fast that it was about to take aim and then vanished, and when I saw it again, it was a little closer to me, and my eyes couldn't keep up with its speed at all.

Holding a snatch in his hand, the bullet was shot out as if it was hitting cotton, and there was no response.

The blue-eyed monster continued to advance towards me in a spiral trajectory, and when I saw that I was approaching, I cried out in my heart, it seems that my old Zou is going to explain here.

When I was helpless, the left foot that withdrew backwards was firmly placed on the ground, and there was no mud before, I was overjoyed, and hurriedly raised my hand to put a few shots, and took two steps back.

Without the mud under my feet, it suddenly became extremely relaxed, and I quickened my pace and shot and retreated.

Soon exited the cave, not to mention how embarrassed I was, the poison-eyed dragon saw me coming out and hurriedly greeted me and asked.

I sat on the ground with my buttocks, and suddenly I felt a thrill for the rest of my life, and my back was cold, and I was already soaked with cold sweat.

The blue-eyed monster didn't catch up, otherwise with the speed of its action, the three of us would have to break off one of us before.

Simply told the two of them what I encountered in the cave, of course, there was inevitably some exaggeration in it, and they were both taken aback, in the words of the poison-eyed dragon, there are still living creatures in these thousands of years of ancient tombs, if not food, but also monsters of the thousand-year-old Tao.

Surprisingly, this time, the woman surnamed Lan didn't cry. On the contrary, he looked extraordinarily calm, with a slight anxiety in his eyes.

I crawled out of the room, and the rest of the people were still in the hole, and the matter seemed extraordinarily quiet, and I couldn't help but feel a little worried.

A few gunshots suddenly rang out from the hole where the fat man entered, and I stood up suddenly, and was about to go in with a gun in my hand, but the poison-eyed dragon hurriedly stopped me: "Master Zou, don't go in, as the saying goes, if you care, you will be chaotic, if you go in at this time, the fat man didn't expect it, if he treats you as a monster, the consequences will be unimaginable." Besides, since the fat man can shoot at this time, it can also mean that he is safe now. ”

Although I was anxious, I was not dizzy, and just as I was about to sit down, a rapid gunfire rang out from the white-haired old man's side, and then except for the villager under the mountain, the rest of the people kept coming out of the cave.

Everyone's hearts were beating with the continuous sound of gunshots, and their expressions were extremely nervous.

After listening to the gunfire for a long time, the fat man first crawled out of the hole and laughed when I saw him. This guy probably came across the same thing as me, and the mud under his feet was accompanied by a foul smell, even his clothes and pants were not spared.

The white-haired old man and the bodyguards of the villager also ran out one by one, with some mud on their bodies, and the white-haired old man had some more green liquid on his body, which almost attracted a call from us.

The white-haired old man is not only skilled, but also extraordinarily decisive and calm, when he encounters the blue-eyed monster, he is not in a hurry to shoot, but uses himself as a bait, luring the blue-eyed monster to the front, and fires a few shots in a row, resulting in it, which is the green liquid that falls all over the body.

The bodyguard of the village man under the mountain was the same as the fat man, and he was not injured. Everyone waited at the entrance of the cave for the only Yamashita villager who did not shoot.

The fat man held his hand against the wall, rubbing the mud on the soles of his shoes on the ground, but his mouth did not stop: "Isn't it good that he died in it." Anyway, you don't want him to live, and this saves us from doing it, what a good thing, why can't you think about it so much. ”

I didn't talk to the white-haired old man, but the bodyguard of the villager under the mountain was angry first: "Baga, your Baga"

There was a mixture of Japanese all the way, and the Chinese scolding made everyone stunned, and I quietly asked the white-haired old man if he could understand Chinese. The white-haired old man shook his head and said that he had never seen the two bodyguards of Yamashita Murafu talk, and even if he had something to say, he would chew his ears with Yamashita Murafu, but it was estimated that he was speaking Japanese.

The fat man saw that he could understand what he was saying, and he had a lot of words, so he came to the spirit: "I said, since you can understand it, it would be better, lest you say that I bullied you, your master must have been eaten by a monster, and you have seen the monster yourself, and the speed of action is what your master can dodge, and it is estimated that the gun was swallowed in one bite before he had time to pull it out." You better go back and find a more stable and long-lived master, lest changing jobs is too ordinary, and others will be your master, then you will have to lose your job. ”

The face of the bodyguard of the village man under the mountain turned red, and he was stunned for a long time, but he didn't expect a few decent words to fight back, but he kept repeating "Baga".

The fat man didn't know where he got his pride, and his face was full of happiness. Just as we were about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, the voice of the villager under the mountain came from the cave and startled us: "Mr. Li, thank you for your kindness, I will thank you for my bodyguard first, I like your Chinese Zhouyi culture very much, I have been a fortune teller in China, and the fortune teller said that I can live to be eighty years old." ”

The fat man looked exaggerated in surprise, and looked at the villager under the mountain in disbelief: "You must have been fooled, I think this kind of person is called a charlatan here in us." ”

The fat man is endless. I looked at the villager, and although he was a little dirty, he was much cleaner than our mud. It didn't seem like he had encountered anything in his way, and there was no sticky mud.

When the villagers came out, they smelled a foul smell and covered their noses and looked at us in embarrassment. After a long time, we didn't feel anything wrong, and seeing his reaction regained our attention.

The villager at Yamashita got used to it for a while before he spoke, "Why are you all covered in animal droppings?" ”

We picked up what was going on in the cave again and told him about it.

The villager nodded in understanding, and laughed weirdly: "Your luck is really good, you can still survive such a monster, since he didn't catch up, there must be something that restricts its activities, otherwise you would all be dead." ”

When I think about it, I think it makes some sense, but how did he know, it is difficult to conclude that it is limited in its range of activities just because the blue-eyed monster did not chase after it. This is also a bit too arbitrary.

When the villager saw that we didn't believe us, he told us what he had seen in the cave.

I have to say that this Japanese villager was indeed lucky enough to encounter any obstacles along the way, except for a slightly softer section of the ground. When I got to the end, I was blocked by a wall, and at the end of the wall stood a stone figure, dressed as a samurai, holding a long iron chain, the other end of which was originally tied to something, but now empty.

The reason why there is something that restricts the movement of the Bibi-Eyed monster is precisely because of this chain.

Yamashita Villager's bodyguard muttered in his ear.

Probably this means that he accidentally crashed into a wall while fighting the blue-eyed monster, and the walls were soft on all sides, so the chain didn't make a sound at all. I also understood why the bullets missed but did not get a response, the soft walls were like cotton, and the impact of hard objects did not have any reverberation at all.

In the face of this situation, no one thought that we had chosen the wrong path? Should I go back and choose again?

Obviously, no one wants to go back here, after all, the way back is even more dangerous, and besides, except for the villagers under the mountain, the rest of us are not really nowhere to go.

At first, we lost our fighting spirit because we didn't know about this monster, so we fled. Since the white-haired old man killed one, it also means that this thing is not invulnerable, as long as it is outside its range of activities, the possibility of finding the right time to kill it is still very high.

After discussing it, we decided to go again, only this time we didn't separate. Go to the cave with the lowest risk factor and be killed by the white-haired old man to the blue-eyed monster.

When walking past the corpse of the blue-eyed monster, there was a foul smell, and the villager under the mountain, the poison-eyed dragon, and the woman surnamed Lan were not mentally prepared, and two of them vomited at that time. The villager was a little stronger, covering his mouth, nose and brows, and furrowed so much that he could almost kill a fly.

I took one more look at the corpse of the blue-eyed monster, and the corpse of Nuoda was not completely dead, lying on the ground panting, but it was no longer able to move, and the white-haired old man's marksmanship was evident from this.

The blue-eyed monster looked like a baby fish, with two rows of jackal-like sharp teeth on the top and bottom of its mouth, and its green eyes revealed an indescribable coldness. With four huge claws bigger than a human palm, thick limbs like tree trunks, and the ground was littered with accumulated dung, but its body was spotless, so it was evident that he could still move freely on the ground.

This kind of monster reminds me of the blood-sucking lobster I encountered at the altar of the Dian King in Yunnan, maybe there is something similar between them, they are all man-made monsters, and the purpose is naturally to prevent someone from robbing the tomb.

The muddy ground reached the end, a wall blocked the way, and in the middle of the road stood a stone figure dressed as a samurai, still with open eyes and grinning. The stone statue held a long iron chain in its hand, which stretched to the middle of the body of the blue-eyed monster.

It's almost exactly the same as the road owned by the Yamashita villager. It also shows that there was the same blue-eyed monster on the road where he was originally there, but he died for some reason.

The fat man broke the mantra in one sentence: "This is not simple, someone must have been here before us, didn't Sun Mingyi's father come back then, otherwise how would his companions take out half of the tiger talisman." ”

Everyone felt reasonable, some people were happy and some were worried, Sun Denian's companions had been here and took away half of the tiger talisman, which means that there is a way to live here. The villager under the mountain is more concerned about the whereabouts of the other half of the tiger talisman, if he is also taken away, then he is equivalent to working in vain, and a few lives are in vain. (To be continued.) )