Long Mo repeatedly told himself that this was all an illusion, and the illusion was not credible, but he found that he was shamefully hard, and what was even more shameful was that the woman squatted down, and the two soft dough on his chest were even more squeezed by his knees as if they were about to explode, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his body became hot.

He felt that his eyes were a little confused, wasn't this woman the female police officer Wang Yan? However, the hair is long, and the charming dress is changed, which makes people look like a male with big hair, and they can't help but climb up and pinch the two balls of dough.

It is very scary to give birth to this kind of ** in horror, and if you are not careful, you will really burp, but Wang Yan pulled her skirt down at once, and the two balls of dough jumped out like two little white rabbits, "Handsome guy, I have liked you since the first day, I want to get you." ”

Long Mo felt hotter all over his body, and the bottom was even more inflated, as if he was about to explode, in his current words, he tried to calm down, but Wang Yan climbed up his body without hesitation, and the soft dough pressed against his chest, like a balloon being squeezed to the limit.

But the dough was cold, there was no temperature at all, this time he woke up, the wound on his hand was even more painful, it was sweat flowing into the wound, he looked at the beauty who was pressing him, what other beauty was there, and what was pressing him was a skeleton.

"Fuck your uncle, he kicked the skeleton away, and a phosphorus fire flashed out with a bang, and the skeleton burned all of a sudden, and he saw that there was indeed a woman in the phosphorus fire, but it was not Wang Yan, but a very elegant woman.

"Thank you."

The woman in the phosphorus fire actually spoke, that thank you He really heard it, after the woman finished speaking, the phosphorus fire went out, and she disappeared, where the skeleton burned, it was something like an awl.

"It seems that it is really a hundred ghosts and thousands of coffins, and if you encounter such a situation before you go in, what will it be like inside?" He didn't dare to think down, let alone think blindly, he could only take one step at a time.

He estimated that he had already turned three turns in the zigzag thief hole, and he was about to reach the next level, and he was a little excited and a little scared in his heart.

He took out another dagger and put it in his trouser pocket and continued to slide down (by the way, he was not crawling, but sitting down the slide like a kindergarten child). ）。

He felt the cave begin to widen, and he knew that he was about to enter this level of the tomb, and the headlamp shone on it, and there was an exit in front of him, but the exit was blocked by a coffin, and in order to enter, the coffin had to be pushed open.

He slid to the coffin, the coffin board was very thick, the black paint on it seemed to have just been painted, it felt wet, and he pushed it hard, and the coffin moved, but it seemed to be blocked by something, he changed his feet and kicked a few hard, and finally kicked open a thirty centimeter-wide gap.

He tried it with his head, just enough to get in, he suffocated his body and went in, the moment he got up from the thief hole, he was completely frightened, and looked at it, damn it, there was really nothing else except the coffin, and what was even more terrifying was that there was often a whining figure, knocking on his heart.

The coffins were all placed in a certain order, there were large coffins, there were small coffins, one on top of the other, he calculated, there were only a thousand coffins here, and the least was more than three thousand.

He carefully walked between the coffins, often looking around, and found that although there were many coffins here, each mouth was carefully crafted, carved with incomprehensible patterns.

"There is no sign of the coffin here being opened, could it be that the person in the thief cave died before he could get in?" He slowly spun this and walked forward, the purpose of his coming was the valuable things in the tomb, he was looking for tomb goods, but there were too many coffins here, and he didn't see any funeral goods, not even a piece of ceramics.

Suddenly, he felt a hand grasp his foot, pinched his ankle, and pulled him down at once, the hand was as thin as wood and as black as ink, and suddenly it reached out from the bottom of the coffin and grabbed his foot.

Although he fell, he put his other foot against the coffin, pulled back his own foot, and his black hand was also pulled out, and with a flick of his headlamp, he saw a pair of blood-red eyes under the coffin looking at him obliquely, and those eyes were very vicious.

He took out the dagger and stabbed it in the hand, and the hand was immediately retracted, and he was looking at the coffin, and the eyes were gone.

He hurriedly stood up, now the danger does not know from above, but also from below the coffin, this feeling is very bad, he found a problem, the coffins here are all good, there is no one missing, where did the coffin board in the thief hole come from?

He heard footsteps behind him, and when he turned around, it was the one who came with Hu Biao called Guoba, he didn't have a lamp, and he didn't know how he came here, Long Mo shone the light on his face, where is this pot still a person?

His mouth was covered with blood, he had long fangs, his eyes had been gouged out, and he was still carrying the tall human head in his hand, his steps were very mechanical, half-bent and walking towards Long Mo step by step.

"Fuck your sister, if you're dead, you're dead, what the fuck are you playing with? It's fun, isn't it, uncle. ”

It's very dangerous and weird here, one more person who cheats the corpse is more dangerous, he stabbed straight with a dagger, suddenly horizontal, the blade turned, and almost cut off the head of the pot, this set of actions was learned by him and Gao Ting.

Then, he kicked the pot to the ground again, and the head rolled out at once, and at this time, four or five hands stretched out from the bottom of the coffin and grabbed the pot and rolled out, and the head was divided into several pieces at once, and the coffin was pulled closer to the ground.

"Good guy, so many, a hundred ghosts and a thousand coffins are real, with a thousand coffins like a hundred ghosts?"

He was always paying attention to his feet, and when he looked at it, he saw that the ground was reflective, as if it had been coated with a layer of wax, "This is corpse wax?" Are there people in these thousands of coffins? ”

Human oil can make wax, and the German fascists not only used human oil to make candles, but also used human fat to synthesize soap, which is terrifying and disgusting to think about.

He felt that it was much safer to walk on the coffin than on the ground, so he climbed on the coffin lid, climbed on the coffin lid, and his vision suddenly became much brighter, but he didn't know that it was more dangerous to walk on the coffin lid than on the ground.

He found that the position of these coffins was very regular, secretly combined with Qimen Dunjia and the Five Elements Bagua, he seemed to see a stone tablet, "If there is a stone tablet, you can figure out whose tomb this is, and see if there is an introduction on the stone tablet." ”

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