Chapter 40: The Snort

(Continued tomorrow)

"Well," the fat man pointed behind us, "you see, it's on fire." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

I looked back, and sure enough. On the way we had just entered, a fire broke out. The fire burned along the coffins along the road. Now we are less than a hundred meters away.

The fat man looked at me and frowned: "I said, your uncle is too ruthless, right?" If you don't agree with this word, you will just set it on fire? ”

"Fart." I gave him a blank look, "Sister Qing, they have already come in, how can it be behind us?" ”

The fat man looked at the fire not far away: "Then how did this fire start?" ”

I suddenly remembered and scolded, "Fatty, this is the fucking flare you just hit!" ”

The fat man was stunned for a moment, thought about it, shouted "me", and then wanted to rush over. I grabbed him: "What are you going to do?" ”

The fat man pointed at the coffins: "What else can you do, put out the fire!" ”

"You've fucking burned the coffins of so many people, now it's a fart! Let's go! With that, I glanced at Ran.

Lan nodded, and took the lead in crawling down the coffin mountain.

The fat man glanced at the half-burned coffins from a distance, folded his hands and bowed. said: "Children are not sensible, big guys are more responsible." After saying that, he twisted his head and went down.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and it was spreading much faster than I thought. No sooner had we come down from the coffin hill than the fire was already burning behind us. That blazing feeling made my heart go cold, and a feeling of a child in a big trouble came out of my heart.

Looking back, I'm. This fire is like a wildfire burning a mountain, it burns whatever it touches. That kind of coffin board is stored here all year round, and it is already very dry. It's almost like a tongue of fire that can be licked and burned. The crackling sound of crackling, coupled with the smell of protein coming out of the corpse after it was burned. I feel like I'm done. If I get caught, I'll be enough to drink a pot of burning.

I was still thinking about it, but the fat man slapped me from behind: "What the are you thinking?" ”

I told the fat man what I had just thought. The fat man rolled his eyes when he heard this: "Are you fucking stupid?" This ghost place, where did the strip come from? "Pull me and run.

After following the fat man for some distance, I figured it out. It seems that he was really law-abiding in the past, and he felt that as long as he committed something, he could be found no matter how far he hid. But now it's different, I'm underground now. It's impossible for Skynet to expand its business to prevent theft from ancient tombs, right?

When the fat man saw that I understood, he said, "There is no king law in the bucket." It depends on the tacit understanding between a team. If I have to say that there is, it is the rule of the way. The fat man paused for a moment, seemed to be a little disdainful, took a sip, and said, "But those rules are just to fool those rookies who have just joined the gang." It's like—like you. The fat man said, "These so-called rules were set by the older generation at that time." But have you ever wondered who sets the rules? Of course, whoever has the biggest fist will decide. As long as your fist is big, then no one will dare to disobey the rules you set. Did You Know? ”

When the fat man said this, I suddenly remembered an idea that I had had before. That's how I need to have a force of my own. This force doesn't need to be particularly strong, but it must also allow me to speak in the so-called Eight Elements, and no one dares to touch me after I'm done. That's enough. I know it's a bit of a bad idea to say right now. So when the fat man said those words just now, I just nodded and didn't express my opinion.

The fat man just nodded when he saw me, sighed, and said how young people nowadays are not even a little self-motivated. Then he didn't speak again, and focused on following Lan to the exit in front.

By the time we reached the exit, there were no words to describe the fire behind us. That kind of old coffin, as long as it is touched by fire, it can suddenly burn. And in the sea of fire behind him, those zongzi who hadn't crawled out of the coffin were killed. All kinds of screams rose and fell, and they were unbearable.

I turned my face away and tried to cover my ears and not listen. But he was stopped by the fat man.

"You're going to have to get used to it now." The fat man said, "There are some things that you will get used to when you see too much." Saying that, the fat man looked at the sea of fire and said, "Since you have chosen to return to the Eight Elements, there are some things you must face." You can't hide from these things even if you want to, they'll come to the door on their own. ”

I looked at the fat man. The fat man's face was reflected in the firelight. To be honest, for a moment I even thought the fat man knew what I was thinking, and I seemed to be able to anticipate what was going to happen soon. And that one thing will be very tragic.

The fat man withdrew his gaze and returned to his original hippie smiley expression.

The exit in front of us was a huge stone gate. The visual height is about two and a half stories high. There is definitely no way to push it away by relying on the three of us. But luckily we still have a fat man. Fortunately, the fat man still had three thunders left in his hand. Tube. Follow the first few times the fat man threw thunder. Judging by the magnitude of the explosion after the tube, this door may only require two mines. Tube is enough. That way we'll all have one left.

The fat man didn't need me to say, looking at the stone gate as if he was going back to his mother's house, he took the initiative to paste it and prepare to punch holes and install mines. Tubed. But the fat man hadn't found a good position to punch the hole, so Lan signaled us not to worry. Then I saw Lan put her ear to the door and began to hold her breath and listen carefully to the sound inside the door.

I also followed Lan's movements and pasted them. But it doesn't seem to hear anything coming out. On the contrary, my ears were filled with the sound of the wind. It's like there's wind blowing inside.

"There's wind in there?" I asked, "Is it the exit from the tomb?" ”

Lan shook his head: "It's not the sound of the wind." ”

"Isn't it?" I was stunned, and I said I couldn't be wrong, right? Thinking about it, I put my ear on it again, intending to listen to it again. But as it sounds, there is no sound in my ears other than that "whirring" sound. Strange, isn't the sound of the wind "whirring"? What else can make that sound?

Lan glanced at me, frowned slightly, and thought about it. Then I held my breath and listened again. This time it took more than a minute to listen, and then Lan took her ears off the stone door.

"It's not the wind, it's the snoring." Lan said, "There's something sleeping in there. (To be continued.) )