Both of us realized that the situation was urgent, and we immediately set off, but it was only a dozen meters away from the entrance of the cave, but it became an insurmountable ghost gate. 【Fengyun Novel Reading Network】

The iron donkey is on it, and it will move first. He reached out and grabbed a raised stone, but as soon as he strained it, the stone shattered with a thud.

We all thought it was an accident, and he smirked and cursed, and grabbed another stone, and the effect was still the same.

I chuckled in my heart, and then we couldn't climb up at all. I especially want to complain, why is God making a deadly joke at such a critical moment?

I was also stupid for a while, looking at the white gas that was rapidly approaching under my feet, and then looking at the water, I felt that the two of us were not at a dead end, and we could also jump into the water like Jiang Shaoyan.

However, there are also scruples about this, Jiang Shaoyan is good, and there is no danger in jumping, and at such a high distance, a person of my skill falls down, and the moment he enters the water, he is easily hit by the water, either a concussion, or a retinal detachment.

It's not that I'm scaring myself, at least according to the news reports, divers face this kind of problem.

I couldn't stop playing the drums, but the iron donkey had another way. He didn't try to climb up, he fixed his body with one hand and two feet, twisted his body again, and took off the backpack with the other hand.

This backpack has iron octaluses in it. With his current position, it wasn't easy to rummage through the Iron Octopus, plus I couldn't get over to help him.

He simply chose the weight over the light, directly grabbed the iron eight claws, and shook it vigorously.

The backpack fell, but in this way, the iron claw was also held in his hand. The iron donkey continued to move, and threw the iron eight claws at the hole ten meters away.

This is purely a gamble, but I didn't expect that the iron eight claws really bit a place. The iron donkey tried it, but felt that there was no problem, and gradually leaned his weight towards the iron octopus.

Originally, for the sake of safety, I should have waited for the iron donkey to climb the iron claws before I set off. But now time is really running out, and the iron donkey also said to me, let me climb the iron claws.

Both of us went up, he was in front and I was behind, and we climbed up as hard as we could.

I found out that it was really a coincidence, and when Bai Qi immediately caught up with us, we both crawled out of the cave one after another. When I actually stepped on the ground, I couldn't help but crawl out more, and I made up my mind that I would never look into the hole again.

Then I took a breath and looked around. Not far in front of us, there stood a large tombstone more than a man high, on which a bunch of tadpole scripts were written crookedly, I knew it was in Tocharian language, but what it meant, I didn't know with the iron donkey.

The tombstone is magnificent, and next to it, there is a large wooden coffin.

This coffin is old enough, and the original paint has long been unrecognizable, and the wood in some places is rotten.

In addition to that, I looked further away and made a pattern.

With our location as the center, there are hundreds of coffins scattered around the inner and outer circles. They weren't as big as the coffins in front of them, but they were also very old, with rotten wood and a collapsing rhythm.

I had an unbelievable but realistic idea that we had found the tomb of the sun, and even crawled out of it. The cave sinkhole just now is actually where the central tomb is located.

I didn't dare to think deeply, and said that in addition to the fire dragon in the central tomb, there is a spring, could it be that there is a tomb owner underwater? So what is his identity to enjoy this special treatment?

The iron donkey's eyes kept on the side of the big coffin in front of him, and he touched me, bringing me back to my senses.

Next to the large coffin was a cross-shaped wooden stake, on which was tied an old friend of ours, Jiu Niang. The current Jiuniang doesn't look like a fox at all, her head is drooping naked, and her body is wrapped in a very tight fishing net.

The fishing nets had strangled all the fine skin and tender flesh from her body, but there were no less than ten places where the flesh had been strangled, and it had been cut off with a knife.

This reminds me of Ling Chi's torture.

I only knew that Jiu Niang was missing, but I didn't expect to be able to meet her in this way here, and what happened during this period also made me wonder.

I cautiously approached with the iron donkey, the iron donkey held the gun while feeling Jiu Niang's pulse, and I also used my hand to pinch Jiu Niang's pulse.

I can feel that Jiu Niang is still alive, but her pulse is very weak. The iron donkey asked me to find a way to keep Jiu Niang alive.

I said in my heart that Brother Donkey really gave me a problem, I was carrying a breast bag with medicine in it, but the problem was that medicine is not a panacea, and without better equipment, I couldn't turn the tide.

But I also have a way to make Jiu Niang wake up for a while. I took out the cardiotonic and adrenaline from the chest pouch and injected Jiu Niang with a syringe.

The potion was very strong, and within a minute, Jiu Niang's pulse strengthened. Just like that, there were several wounds on her body, and blood gushed out.

I frowned, there was a wound that was very close to her heart, and it was bleeding the most, so I reached over and pressed hard against the wound, so that the bleeding could be more or less stopped. And as soon as she did this, Jiu Niang shivered in pain and opened her eyes.

She was a little confused, took out a strange look, looked around, and then looked at me and the iron donkey.

We couldn't give her too much time, and the iron donkey couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?" ”

Jiuniang was not very interested in the iron donkey, and she didn't answer anything, and when she recognized me, she suddenly smiled hideously. I can see that she still remembers who I am, and she wants to reach out and bite me.

It's just that she's tied up, and even more so by fishing nets, and she can't make it up at all. I wasn't as panicked as the iron donkey, and looked at her silently.

I believe that at this time, Jiu Niang didn't have much strength in her body, and she must have hurt a lot, but she shouted loudly, "Holy Son, Holy Son!" Cheap surname Zhang that calf! ”

Iron Donkey and I didn't understand what she was saying, and we exchanged glances. After Jiu Niang said this, her face became very ugly, and her eyes became straight.

She still can't stop the bloody hara in her mouth, and the largest hara is hanging on her mouth, and it looks like it is about to fall down at any time.

The iron donkey was a little anxious, didn't dare to come over, and asked me again, "This girl can't bear it, what good medicine is there?" Give her another shot. ”

I also feel that Jiu Niang is about to hang up, but the cardiotonic and adrenaline have been beaten, and I really can't do anything.

I shook my head at the iron donkey. Jiuniang was still very cooperative, and suddenly her body became soft, what this means is self-evident. The iron donkey couldn't help but get closer now, stabbed Jiuniang with the muzzle of the gun, and made a few tentative sounds.

Jiu Niang didn't answer, but a very muffled voice sounded behind us, "Saint... Child? Good... East... West. ”

I was frightened for a moment, because I knew very well that there was no one else around except the two of us and Jiu Niang. I quickly turned my head to look.

There was only the big tattered coffin behind us, and I muttered to myself, could that sound come from the coffin?

I don't know for sure, but together with the iron donkey, I abandoned Jiuniang and slowly leaned towards the big coffin.

I'm still thinking about what to do for a while, whether to join forces with the iron donkey and open the coffin board to see if it is a fraud or something else.

But before I could realize my idea, the coffin board moved, and it was pushed out with a whizz, and then a corpse sat up from the coffin.

I don't know if it's appropriate to call him a corpse, he's skinny anyway, he looks like a living corpse thief, skin and bones, but he's wearing a bronze armor.

This armor has also been unmaintained for a long time, and it is covered with patina. The living corpse also opened its eyes and looked at us coldly, lifelessly.

I believe that at this moment, the iron donkey's heart was also furious, he held the gun up, and shouted don't move.

The living corpse didn't give the iron donkey face at all, and reached out to hold on to the coffin wall, wanting to sit up. The iron donkey is also an old and spicy master, knowing that he can't control the living corpse, so he simply pulls the trigger immediately.

A bullet struck the center of the living corpse's eyebrows, straight into his head. The living corpse was also hit by the bullet and tilted its head back.

But this is just a process, and the living corpse is not killed at all. He threw his head back and shook his head uncomfortably.

I know we've got a hard stubble, and his brain must be too unusual to be analyzed by common sense.

We ran out of ammunition, but I let the iron donkey shoot and try to kill the living corpse.

The iron donkey thought more than I did, and hesitated a little. When the living corpse had time to rest, he grinned and screamed a few times.

The tone was very penetrating, and I listened to it very hard and harshly.

He didn't care about how we felt, and he went back to the coffin.

I guess the reason why the coffin lid was able to open just now was because he pushed it, but I didn't expect him to have a lot of strength, and after he sat back this time, he pulled the coffin lid back.

There was a thud, and the coffin closed completely. The iron donkey snorted angrily, so that he couldn't shoot if he wanted to.

I still had a question, I don't know why this living corpse is so weird, he wanted to come out, was he frightened by the bullet, and hid back in the coffin? But he is so hiding, he can't escape, when will he be a head?

And this question was quickly answered, and the small coffins scattered around us began to move.

They either shook violently, or the lid was pushed open. My face and the iron donkey's face changed completely, but my expression was very serious, and the iron donkey still had an inappropriate smirk on his face.

Not to mention that there are more than 100 coffins, if so many living corpses crawl out, let alone besieging us, a corpse spitting out a mouthful of blood, it will be enough for the two of us.

We don't dare to be arrogant, and we can't surprise them all with this pitiful ammunition.

The iron donkey put away his gun and told me to run.

We didn't know which direction was better, anyway, we just blindly chose a place and ran with our heads bored.

I was also a little glad that it would take some time for these living corpses to crawl out of the coffins, and we would have time to escape, but soon, we were in trouble