This zongzi is like a spirit, from the lower stone pile, jumped up, I had a flashlight in my mouth, I couldn't speak at all, and I didn't have time to say hello to the fat man, so I used all my strength to drag the poison-eyed dragon up. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

With the sound of tearing pants, the poison-eyed dragon screamed and was dragged into the hole by me and the fat man, and the zongzi was no longer where to go at this time.

Looking at the poison-eyed dragon's face at this time, there was no trace of blood at all, and he couldn't stop trembling, and stammered with his eyes closed, "Is my leg gone?" You can save me, I don't feel like I'm a walking corpse. ”

I glanced down at his feet, fortunately I was not caught by the zongzi, but my pants were torn, in order to prevent the zongzi from coming again, and also to pick up the others who were jumping over, I carried my sword to the edge of the cave to guard carefully.

The broken white-haired old man stretched out his hand should be the best among several of us, the village man under the mountain and the woman surnamed Lan jumped over one after another, and when it was the turn of the white-haired old man, everything was normal.

At the moment when the white-haired old man jumped in the air, the rotten wooden planks on the plank road that had not been shoveled off by me slammed out of a figure and hit the white-haired old man's stomach impartially.

If it were an ordinary person, I would have closed my eyes and waited for death, the white-haired old man is worthy of being from the Burmese guerrillas, not only did he reach out, but his reaction made me feel ashamed.

The moment he took off, the white-haired old man leaned back, kicked his legs on the Zongzi, and the huge force bounced himself out, the Zongzi was a dead corpse after all, how could he have expected that the white-haired old man had this hand, standing on the stone pile and his feet were unstable, he slipped back, and fell down.

As soon as he landed on the lower floor, the zombie suddenly stretched forward his hands and got stuck on the stone pile, the zombie didn't know how to turn, and at this time it was facing the white-haired old man, as long as he jumped before the zombie jumped up, it had to circle around the tomb again before it could meet him again.

The white-haired old man seemed to know about this, and he kicked on the stone stump and flipped backwards, and the zombies under his feet also rose into the air, almost grazing the back of the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man happened to be back to back with the zombie at this time, and the distance between them was only half a meter, and the two sides landed on the stone pile almost at the same time.

The white-haired old man didn't dare to pause at all, as soon as he landed, his body bent down, and it ejected in an instant, and the zombies behind him turned around almost at the same time, his hands were clasped on his ankles, and the white-haired old man's body was vacated, and the body that was originally forward was suddenly pulled down.

The white-haired old man's feet were in pain, his hands were clasped to the wall, and his body flipped in the air, trying to break free from the hands buckled on his feet.

With a click, the hands buckled on the ankles of the white-haired old man did not break free, but they were cut off from its wrists, and with the hands on the ankles, the white-haired old man kicked his legs backwards with all his strength, kicked the zombie in the chest, and ejected the person out with the momentum, and the zombie fell unsteadily under his feet.

I hurriedly reached for the white-haired old man who was about to land on the edge of the cave. The woman surnamed Lan reached out to help, and there was still a pair of hands clasped on her feet, and the white-haired old man's feet had lost sensation and were completely unable to exert his strength.

Pulling the man up, I handed the sword to the fat man, and told him to be on guard at the entrance of the cave, when this thing suddenly rushed out and caught us off guard.

Hurriedly dragged off his shoes and socks, and then looked at his feet, below the ankles, they had begun to turn purple because of poor blood, and it would not take long for his feet to be completely necrotic. The most important thing at the moment is to quickly peel off the hands that are buckled on his ankles.

I put on my gloves and exerted all my strength to feed, and the hands on his feet did not relax at all, but tended to get tighter and tighter, and the white-haired old man's forehead was already oozing a little bead of sweat.

The fat man stood at the entrance of the cave and shouted at us, "Okay, no, let's go, that thing is here again." ”

I took out the rope from my bag, tied a loop around the broken palm, tied the two ropes together, and said to the woman surnamed Lan: "Pull the rope, once you let go, pull it back immediately, don't hesitate." ”

The woman surnamed Lan nodded, and I took out some glutinous rice from my bag and sprinkled it on half of my palm. This bit of glutinous rice was temporarily brought out at Sun Mingyi's house, Sun Mingyi was so poor that his family was surrounded by walls, it was really not easy to find this bit of glutinous rice, the white-haired old man's subordinates couldn't distinguish between glutinous rice and rice when cooking, and threw it into the pot, and it was precisely because of this that we were more sure that he was not the owner.

I didn't expect that the world was impermanent, and the trap set for me at that time came in handy for him at this time.

The glutinous rice was sprinkled on the broken palm, and began to tremble constantly, gradually slackening a little, and as soon as I saw a play, I took out a military dagger from the equipment of the villager under the mountain, and slowly inserted it into my fingers and the ankle of the white-haired old man.

After the same action on both sides was completed, I grabbed the dagger and said to the woman surnamed Lan, "Ready, I'll count one, two, three, and you can pull it out." ”

The white-haired old man nodded at her, and she answered. When I counted to three in my grip, the dagger in my hand pulled outward, and the hands stuck in the white-haired old man's feet were severed with a brush, and at the same time, the woman surnamed Lan pulled out another palm with a thumb.

The white-haired old man gritted his teeth and roared, as if he had suffered great pain.

I glanced at his ankle in amazement, and the five finger prints almost crushed his entire ankle, and the ankle had begun to turn black. I was shocked, this is not necrosis caused by poor blood circulation, but the spread of corpse poison, if it is not dealt with quickly, even if the broken ankle does not kill him, the corpse poison will attack the heart, and sooner or later let him die.

At this time, the fat man at the entrance of the cave had already exchanged hands with the nameless zombie in the coffin, and the zombie was so powerful that he lost both palms. The fat man has a brake in his hand, and no one can help anyone for a while.

I took the cloth bag containing glutinous rice and handed it to the poison-eyed dragon: "Brother Si, you help him pull out the corpse poison, and when the glutinous rice turns black, quickly replace it for him." You go first, and I will break off with the fat man. ”

What the Poison-Eyed Dragon has learned belongs to the same class as me, and he is no stranger to pulling out corpse poison, so he briefly explained two sentences, and the Poison-Eyed Dragon nodded: "Okay, let's go first, you two pay attention to safety, we will wait for you later." ”

I nodded, and regardless of what they thought, I walked over to the fat man with my gun.

The entrance of the cave was just enough for two people to pass through, and there was no shelter around, and the fat man was whirling with the zombie with his sword. As soon as I appeared, it was as if something in me was very attractive to it, and it suddenly rushed towards me, and I hurriedly grabbed the snatch in my hand and rushed at the zombies.

The fat man quickly stretched out his sword to block, but neither the sudden bullet in my hand nor the bronze ancient sword in his hand could successfully stop the zombie from rushing forward.

Dodging the sword in the fat man's hand, the bullet hit its body like cotton, not only did it not stop it, but it could not even slow down its speed.

I reached into my bag with one hand, and when I saw the zombie soaring into the air, I was about to pounce on the front, and I fell backwards to the ground, and slapped my left hand the zombie's stomach.

After rolling over, the fat man held a flashlight and shone it in, and the zombie was facing us at this time. I've encountered a zombie turn twice in a row, and if anyone tells me again in the future, the zombie won't turn, I'll really slap him in the mouth.

The fat man walked up to me with his sword, and he knew in his heart that this thing seemed to be afraid of the bronze sword in his hand, and there seemed to be something in my body that attracted it to attack me continuously. The fat man was about to strike first with his sword, but I grabbed him: "Don't act rashly, this thing is not simple." ”

Indeed, whether it is the story of the tree or the story of the grandfather, zombies are non-spiritual things, to put it bluntly, they are walking dead, and the only reason to make them attack is the breath of the living, and obviously, this thing does not meet this. There must be something in me that is attracting it and constantly attacking me.

The zombie kept approaching, and the fat man was confused: "I took its pillow, why didn't it attack me, I had to go to you, what do you mean?" What the hell did you get it? It's just the three of us here, don't hide it, give it back, and maybe you can run away. ”

I touched my whole body, and since I entered the cemetery, I had nothing on me, a large bag of equipment was already enough to carry, let alone go to get any funeral goods, and one of the funeral goods in this cemetery was convenient to carry.

I touched a hard object in my arms, and suddenly remembered the half of the tiger talisman left by the old man Sun Mingyi and his father Sun Denian.

Could it be that this thing was attracted by this half of the tiger talisman? In that case, why not give it a try. I took out half of the tiger talisman, tied it with a corpse rope and threw it to the fat man, so that he could grab the tiger talisman and follow me back.

The two of them retreated to the edge of the hole, and I shouted to the fat man, "Throw." ”

The fat man grabbed the tiger talisman and threw it back, and the moment the tiger talisman was thrown out by the fat man, the zombie lost the threat of the bronze sword in the fat man's hand, and rushed forward violently, rushing towards the tiger talisman.

I hurriedly beckoned the fat man to run in quickly, dragging the corpse rope tied to the tiger talisman in my hand, and threw it in, and the tiger talisman thrown out by the fat man was dragged back in the air.

The zombie that jumped out had not yet landed, I pressed the switch in my pocket, and a huge explosion shook my eardrums, and the air wave caused by the explosion shook me and the fat man three or four meters away.

After the explosion, the fat man raised his head and shook the dust off his head.

I shook my head, my ears buzzing, and I couldn't hear what he was saying as my mouth opened and closed. The sound of the explosion propagated from the entrance of the cave to the hole, and the narrow cave amplified the explosion infinitely.

I gestured to the fat man and shouted to him to tell him that my ears were deaf and I couldn't hear what he was saying.

Regardless of whether he understood it or not, he got up and followed the corpse rope in his hand to find the half of the tiger talisman. The explosion caused the flashlight to shake somewhere, so I had to feel the darkness to find it.

The fat man saw that I was gone, and his ears couldn't hear me, so he hurriedly went out of his bag to find a flashlight and came to me.

The entrance to the burial chamber in front of the cave, which was originally empty, had been mostly buried by sand and stone, and cracks began to appear around the cave walls. There is a risk of collapse at any time.

Following the rope that tied the corpse, he found half of the tiger talisman at the other end in the pile of sand and stones. Everywhere the fat man's flashlight went, shattered corpses could be seen everywhere.

I stood up against the wall, and then I felt that the bones in my body seemed to fall apart, and there was no place where it didn't hurt. The fat man rummaged in his bag for a while, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, patted the bag hanging on his body, and said something with his mouth open and closed.

I shook my head, pressed my hands on my listening acupoint and rubbed it a few times, this was learned by Tong Qin in the desert of Xinjiang, and now I have tried it myself, and it still has some effect.

The fat man saw that my hands were rubbing my ears constantly, and he also rubbed my ears as I did, and some sounds gradually recovered in my ears, and the buzzing sound gradually became smaller. The fat man's complaints gradually reached his ears.

Although it was not as clear as usual, it could be heard realistically, and I shouted a few times at the fat man, and the fat man's ears seemed to recover a little.

Although neither of them could hear too clearly, their voices were not small, and they were almost shouting at the top of their voices.

I shouted to the fat man, "Pack up your things, let's go find Brother Si and them, the old white-haired corpse poison doesn't know what's going on." ”

While looking for something useful on the ground, the fat man sneered: "You are deaf, and you are still in the mood to care whether the poison of other people's corpses has been pulled out." When you find them, he'll probably be healed, and then he should come and grab the two of us. ”

I smiled: "Okay, let's go first, he's so badly injured now, even if he really wants to do anything to us, it's impossible, let's take the opportunity." ”

As the two of them walked, they rubbed the acupuncture points on their ears, and when they turned around an empty room, they deliberately glanced at the ground, which was covered with countless ceramic shards and some messy broken weapons.

The fat man was surprised and said, "Oh, these guys, if you don't do this, they're all broken, and they still sell for money." ”

I kicked him in the ass: "You are really a pig brain, this is caused by the explosion we just had, these ceramics and weapons have been here for I don't know how many years, they will shatter when touched, not to mention that we just made such a big move." ”

When the fat man heard this, he suddenly realized, and hurriedly pulled me to the exit of the corner, saying that he should hurry up and see if the other things had been broken, and if they were all broken, we would not come in vain.

I turned around seven rooms in a row, and the things placed in each room were different, and the direction of turning was constantly changing, but there was no trace of the four poison-eyed dragons along the way, and I couldn't help but feel a little strange.

After the last room came out, a wide bridge appeared in front of me, almost the same as when I came in, and the two sides changed from the original warrior stone statues to phoenixes, and the four poison-eyed dragons were waiting not far away.

The fat man and I walked forward quickly, and when we got closer, we suddenly felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and hurriedly stretched out my hand to stop the fat man who was still moving forward, extinguished the flashlight in my hand, and whispered to him: "Slow, something is wrong." ”

Although the fat man was mixed, he was not ambiguous at all at the critical moment, with one hand behind his waist to grab a pistol, and his eyes were staring at the four poison-eyed dragons who were not twenty meters away from us.

The fat man was about to shout, but I reached out and covered his mouth: "They didn't realize we were coming out, they probably thought we were blown up on it." ”

Three of them sat on the ground, and one of them stood with his back to us, looking at his clothes, which should be the old thing of the villager under the mountain.

I waved my hand at the fat man and motioned for him to hide aside, and the fat man understood, took the gun in my hand and hid aside.

Watching the fat man walk away, I shouted to the four people not far away, "Brother Si, how are you?" ”

No one spoke on the other side, and the villager who was standing looked back at me: "Mr. Zou, are you calling him?" He pointed a pistol at the head of the poison-eyed dragon sitting on the ground.

I already knew that this guy didn't have a good heart, but I didn't expect him to start so quickly, he sneered in his heart, and looked at them with surprise on his face: "Brother Si, this, what's going on?" ”

The villager moved to the side and said to me, "Mr. Zou, it's good to see you. Why isn't Mr. Li Hanlin with you? Isn't hiding somewhere, ready to be on my head at any moment, bam... A shot? ”

I said with a little sadness: "Mr. Villager, you guessed wrong this time, the previous explosion put my brother's zongzi there." And why should I shoot you with a black gun? Brother Si, what the hell is going on. ”

The poison-eyed dragon had a rag in its mouth, and it couldn't make out what it was saying in its throat.

The villager reached out and dragged the poison-eyed dragon from the ground, tore off the rags in his mouth, and the poison-eyed dragon snorted twice and said, "Master Zou, don't listen to him, this grandson is not well-intentioned..."

Before he could finish speaking, the villager hit him in the stomach with a knee, and the poison-eyed dragon was in pain, and his face was full of pain.

The villager said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao, you have too many words, so let me help you speak." After that, he turned his head to look at me: "Mr. Zou, first of all, I want to thank you for letting them be alone with me, otherwise I won't have a chance to restrain the three of them at the same time." It is also less likely to threaten you. He showed a weird smile on his face and sneered a few times: "Haha... Mr. Zou, please give me that half of the tiger talisman. ”

After speaking, I looked at his hand, and at some point there was an extra half of the tiger talisman in his hand that was exactly the same as mine. I have to say that this surprised me a lot, I shook my head, and the villager said: "Mr. Zou, I hope you can understand, I am not asking you, please don't forget, your Mr. Zhao's life is in your hands..."

"No, I think you're mistaken." I reluctantly glanced at the half of the tiger talisman in the hand of the villager under the mountain, "Mr. Muraman, I don't want to hide anything from you, but this half of the tiger talisman, standing on the floor of the big toad's tomb, I was only concerned about running for my life, I didn't have time to get it at all, besides, I don't know what that thing is for, what are you doing with it?" ”

Obviously, my remarks failed to deceive him, and the villager sneered: "Mr. Zou, it seems that you are unwilling to cooperate, one of your friends is no longer there, it seems to have affected your memory, it's okay, I can help you remember." ”

With that, he grabbed the poison-eyed dragon on the ground and blocked it in front of him, and pulled the trigger on his leg.

The poison-eyed dragon was in pain after being hit by a bullet and let out a pig-killing cry. I was about to say something to stop it, but it was already a step too late, at this time I had a murderous intention in my heart, but there was no guy in my hand, four or five meters away, it was impossible for a sword to be faster than the gun in his hand with just a sword. The fat man hiding in the dark didn't know what he was doing at this time, and he saw that the poison-eyed dragon was shot, but he didn't stop it.

The villager didn't seem to believe that the fat man was dead, so he hid behind the poison-eyed dragon and asked, "Mr. Zou, if you haven't remembered it yet, I don't mind helping you again, but this time, in order to make you remember, I'm afraid it won't be your friend, Mr. Zhao will have to suffer a little more." ”

I was afraid that the poison-eyed dragon would be hurt again, so I hurriedly stretched out my hand to stop it: "Wait... Mr. Villager, I hope you can understand that we have come together, and you have seen all my movements, and that the situation was so critical that I had no time to get anything. If you must, I can accompany you to get it back, but you also know that I'm not like a fool to die here, and I don't know what you're going to do with that thing for so long? ”

The villager smiled and said, "Mr. Zou, there is no point in delaying time, if you want to know, then it depends on whether you have the life to bring things back." ”

I glanced at the woman surnamed Lan who was tied up tightly on the ground and the white-haired old man who was almost unconscious, it was impossible to count on them at this time, the reason why the fat man hadn't shot for a long time was maybe something new or had encountered some accident, and he could only pray in his heart for the former.

After figuring out all this, there is nothing to be afraid of, both horizontal and vertical are dead, and there is a way to live: "Okay, that's the only way, I hope you don't embarrass my friend, otherwise I won't let you go even if I die." ”

Yamashita sneered: "Don't worry, I won't lie to a dead person." ”

I turned and walked back the way I came, and the villager at Yamashita followed me three meters away with the poison-eyed dragon in his arms. This Japanese villager is indeed cunning enough, and even so, he still refuses to let go of the poison-eyed dragon and wants to take him hostage.

After walking back for about ten steps, a "bang" gunfire echoed in the cave, followed by a terrible scream. When I looked back, the fat man suddenly rushed out from the side of the villager, kicked him to the ground, and the automatic rifle in his hand was pressed against his head, and he could pull the trigger at any moment.

I hurriedly shouted, "Slow, don't kill him." ”

The fat man looked up at me, stepped on the back of the villager under the mountain, put the muzzle of the gun against his head, and glared at him viciously: "Your uncle, curse your grandfather to die, grandpa stands in front of you, and can let you go to Hades at any time." Lao Zou, how do you know that this guy has a problem? (To be continued.) )