Nan Zhengji began to retreat as he spoke, he knew how terrible this ghost in the mud was, because he had seen how powerful this thing was, how it killed people, and he could be afraid with his ability, let alone any other character who could defeat this mud ghost.

Long Mo said: "Uncle Nan, we can't leave, I want to see how powerful this mud ghost is." ”

Nan Zhengji doesn't want Long Mo to take this risk, Long Mo is just a little tomb robber, he doesn't have any special abilities, how can he defeat the mud ghost? "Boy, it's better for us to leave, I don't want you to have any mistakes, if something happens to you because of this, how can I explain to your second uncle, I am also uneasy."

Hearing Nan Zhengji's words, Long Mo was shocked in his heart, is this the words of someone who wants to kill himself and disadvantage himself? It's not like it at all, and an irrepressible sense of guilt rises in my heart, "Did I really guess wrong?" Could it be that my inference was wrong from the beginning, it was not Nan Zhengji who killed the wolf master, but someone else, so who could this person be? Is it really someone who is hiding around us? ”

"Uncle Nan, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you, I must open this coffin, and I will definitely take out the contents and hand them over to you."

Nan Zhengji felt inexplicable when she heard this, when did I misunderstand this kid, wouldn't I be scared stupid?

As he spoke, he heard a gurgling sound from the mud, which was terrifying, as if he was drinking human blood, and when he looked around, the dirt began to wriggle around the coffin, and it kept turning blood red.

Nan Zhengji pulled La Longmo, "Boy, let's go quickly, we can go to other places to find things when they are gone." If you don't have a life, you won't be gone, and you'll never come back to life. ”

Long Mo didn't want to leave, he had already misunderstood Nan Zhengji, he really just wanted to touch something in exchange for some money to build a road for the people in the village, if the people who were abandoned by the clan would still only think about benefiting the clansmen in their hearts? Risking your life to rob a tomb? Therefore, he must take out the contents of the coffin and exchange it for money and hand it over to Nan Zhengji.

Grunt......

In front of the coffin, the silt continued to accumulate and became the shape of a human being, at first very small, like a small baby, but he would suck the silt to strengthen himself, and finally he became a giant more than two meters tall.

The mud man has no facial features on his face, only the nose is slightly protruding, no nostrils, she punched down at Long Mo, the mud in the tomb continued to fly with his punch, Long Mo bit the tip of his tongue, and he was more confident that he could defeat the silver corpse, and there would be a mud ghost who was afraid there.

There was no change in the blood on the tip of the tongue on the Dragon Hunting Ring, he also punched out, the two fists intersected, no sparks came out, and there was no spark as Long Mo thought in his heart, the mud ghost flew out upside down, his fist hit the mud ghost's fist and only felt cool, soft Xixi's, this punch did not hit the cotton The feeling was like a punch to the air, and the fist was completely wrapped in the mud fist.

"Not good!" He suddenly felt that something was wrong, the mud ghost's fist wrapped his hand and quickly extended to his arm, as if it was about to wrap him, he wanted to withdraw his hand, but there was an invisible force in the mud that pulled him.

By this time, he was knowing why Nam Jeong-hee was afraid of the mud ghost, because this thing was very scary, very powerful, and no tool could hurt him.

Nan Zhengji saw that Long Mo had a situation, and he didn't know what to do when he heard Long Mo shouting: "Uncle Nan, cut off his hand!" ”

In just a few seconds, half of Long Mo's arm was already covered in thick mud, and it was still rapidly extending his upper body.

Nan Zhengji had to hurriedly take out the folding shovel, ran to Long Mo's side, jumped up and picked up the folding shovel and slashed at the arm of the clay man more than two meters high.

Long Mo hurriedly withdrew his hand as soon as he pulled it back, and the mud that had begun to spread to the root of his hand began to fall down.

Nan Zhengji said: "Let's go, we are not his opponent at all, not to mention that there are only two of us, even if there are two hundred people here, this thing may not be able to kill this thing, it is all silt, cut it and it will grow immediately, you can be called immortal Xiaoqiang." ”

Long Mo now knows how powerful the mud ghost is, and he hasn't even reacted to the Dragon Hunting Ring, how can there be anything to deal with it?

Nan Zhengji saw the mud ghost kick over again, and with a quick mention of it, Long Mo was sent out and rolled out of the tomb door of the ear chamber, and he was kicked in the back by the mud ghost, but this kick did not have any pain, and he was not kicked out, but his back felt cold, and then, he saw a large amount of mud spreading around his body, and wanted to bring himself inside.

"Uncle Nan, fatty, fatty, what the fuck are you doing, come and save people!"

Seeing Nan Zhengji being wrapped in dirt little by little, he didn't know what to do, so he had to scream at the fat man, hoping that he could find a way to save Nan Zhengji, but the ear room was only a wall away from the main tomb, and he was thrown out of the tomb door again, and the sound of shouting should have been able to reach the fat man's ears, but the truth was beyond his expectations, there was nothing in the main tomb, and he couldn't hear the conversation between the fat man and Mr. Wine in the main tomb.

didn't call the fat man out, he had to find a way to save Nan Zhengji by himself, if he entered the main tomb and called the fat man out, I'm afraid it would be too late, Nan Zhengji would have already died.

Nan Zhengji only has his feet and head still outside, if he doesn't save him, he will suffocate to death in less than thirty seconds, you don't see this mud turned into a human shape and think that he has hardness, but it is very thin, you can't grab it with your hands, once you breathe, you will inhale it into your lungs, and then the whole lung will be full of silt, and the whole lung will be filled with silt.

Long Mo rushed into the mud, and Nan Zhengji said: "Boy, go quickly, you are not his opponent at all!" As he spoke, he was completely engulfed in the mud, and he could be seen struggling in the mud.

How could he listen to Nam Jeong-hee, Nam Jeong-hee already had a son who died for him, he couldn't let Nam Jeong-hee die because of himself, if he listened to Nam Jeong-hee's departure from the tomb, there wouldn't be such a thing.

"Damn, there's a kind of coming at me, don't attack an old man." The clay man listened to him, just wrapped Nan Zhengji in his body, looked down at Long Mo who ran over, the severed hand grew out quickly, opened his palm, and the hand became bigger and bigger, grabbing him in his hand like a chicken.

After that, the mud ghost no longer maintained the image of a human being, and turned into a push of mud, like a grave bag, like Long Mo, and wrapped him in it.

Long Mo struggled inside, not daring to breathe, the mud kept drilling into the ears and nostrils, as long as the mouth was slightly open, the mud would pour into the mouth.

"What to do? What to do? He thought in his mind about how to escape from this pile of mud, and he came out of Minami Masahime.

He tried to take a slight breath, but the mud would immediately enter the respiratory tract unceremoniously, irritating the mucous membrane of the breathing tube, making him unable to help but cough, he knew that once he coughed, more mud would pour in, let himself cough constantly, inhale more mud, and finally the whole lung would be filled with such mud.

He couldn't hold back his cough, his head buzzed, and in the end, he didn't even have the strength to struggle, only to let the dirt seal himself up, waiting for death to come.

"Hehe, after eating something for so many years, you finally know what it's like to be eaten?" He didn't know how long it had been, it seemed like a long time, but he could still think.

He moved his hand, touched something like a hand, he pulled his hand over, that hand was very cold, when he touched this cold hand, his heart suddenly cooled, this mud out of him and Nan Zhengji no one else, the hand is so cold can only mean one thing, Nan Zhengji is dead.

He wanted to look up to the sky and scream, tears burst out of his eyes, "Uncle Nan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I thought that the Dragon Hunting Ring could deal with this thing, but I misunderstood that you were the murderer of the wolf master, and the enemy lurking around us, I ......"

He thought in his heart, only to feel the heat under his feet, his head to swell more and more, as if it was about to explode, the buzzing in his ears became louder and louder, he couldn't hear what was outside, he thought it was the sound of the eardrum being destroyed.

Suddenly, a stream of clarity came into his brain, and the eyebrows were hot, as if an eye was about to open, and that position was the talisman eye that Tao Bo had drawn for him.

The mud wrapped around him began to collapse, first the head came out, and finally the shoulders, holding Nan Zhengji's hand in his hand, he took a step with his feet and pulled out Nan Zhengji's body, they were all mud, as long as they didn't move, people who didn't know thought that the two of them were statues made of clay.

In the end, he pulled Nan Zhengji's body out of the tomb and cried loudly, "Uncle Nan, wake up, wake up, it's me who is wrong, I didn't listen to you." ”

He coughed incessantly as he spoke, spat out large mouthfuls of dirt from his mouth, his head still buzzing, and he didn't hear anything.

He turned his head to look at the pile of mud in the tomb, and a strange light appeared in his eyes, "You return my Uncle Nan's life, Lao Tzu doesn't care what the hell you are, if you don't the women of your ancestors of the eighteenth generation today, I won't be surnamed Long!" ”

He relied on the talisman drawn by Taobo on him, if there was no talisman drawn by Taobo, he would have died in the mud, he knew that the talisman must still be useful, and the soil would not be alive for no reason, there must be something like an elf in the mud, as long as it was caught out, it could kill him, but in the mud it was the world, I don't know where he would be hiding, it was easier than said to find it, it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.