He controlled his fear, he didn't let it be controlled, and he wondered when he was controlled, "There was no such situation before, and there was no fear, when was it controlled?" ”

Thinking back to everything that happened just now, I couldn't find the time that was out of control, "Could it be that it was already controlled before, but the fat man felt not afraid by his side and temporarily suppressed his fear?" ”

"No, if that's the case, then I should be scared when the fat man can't control his anger, by the way, it's the moment I see the red coffin, when the woman coaxes the child to sleep."

Thinking of that time, he was even more afraid, the sound of a woman coaxing a child to sleep suddenly came from the empty tomb, who was not afraid, plus the red cloth covering the coffin was suddenly blown away by the yin wind, that kind of fear was even more maddening, and he was shivering and sweating coldly.

With a bang, the black coffin lid was lifted upward, and the sound made him almost pee his pants, if this atmosphere appeared again, a black cat with green eyes suddenly burst out, which made people feel scared to pee on the spot.

He was looking at the red coffin, the red was like a pair of bewitching eyes staring at him all the time, he ran close to the coffin, pulled out the pickaxe and held it in his hand, as if when the pickaxe was pulled out by him, a cavity of blood rushed on his face, his eyes were red, and he smashed the red coffin madly with the pickaxe, saying let you fucking scare me, let you fucking scare me.

The coffin has turned into a woman, and every time he picks down, he **** the woman's chest, he feels that the pickaxe is stuck again, the pickaxe pries up, and with a click, the woman's ribs are broken, and the ribs are still strung with internal organs, but the woman's eyes have been looking at him like this, and she has not blinked once.

He was afraid, the pickaxe was like a woman's head smashed down, the head was smashed, and the white and red brains flowed out of the mouth smashed by him, but those eyes still kept looking at him, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he was laughing at his incompetence, this smile was very evil.

"Lao Tzu let you look at me, look at your father." The pickaxe slammed into the woman's eyes, and the eyeball was stuck in the pickaxe's head, and he pulled it out, and the eyeball stuck in the pickaxe was still looking at him, and he giggled.

His chest squirmed, and out of it came a human head, a wrinkled face, like the face of a centenarian, and looked at him as soon as the head came out, still with that look, and giggled.

"Fuck your uncle." He slammed his pick down on the head, and he felt a tap on the shoulder, and he was scared to the ground.

"What kind of plane are you doing, aren't you going to smash the coffin, what kind of plane are you doing here?"

The fat man's voice came into his ears, the cold sweat on his head kept rising, panting, he was looking at the coffin, except for the first small hole he smashed out, the coffin was smashed on the ground, the ground was messed up by him, but he dug out a cyan thing on the ground, round, it looked like a head.

He breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, grabbed the fat man by the collar and slapped him, and scolded in the air, "Where the hell did you go." ”

The fat man looked very aggrieved, "I'm fucking going to get oil, I didn't see you when I came in, I went to the left ear chamber to see if you were in it, but damn it, I found that everything had changed, the left ear chamber was empty, there was nothing, I went back to the right ear chamber, my backpack was gone, and the good things I dug up in it were gone." ”

The fat man touched his face and said, "Also, I found a very strange thing, my injuries are actually healed, as if I have never been injured, you see." ”

He also lifted his clothes and let Long Mo look at his body, there were no scars on it, he had the clothes on his chest to let Long Mo see, Long Mo looked at his chest, and a burst of cold sweat broke out.

"Fatty, fatty, what's the pattern on your chest?"

"Patterns, I never fucking get tattoos, what's there?" As he spoke, he looked down and saw that there was really a pattern on his chest, as if it had been branded, taking up a third of his chest.

However, this pattern does not look like a picture, but like a character, this kind of writing is not hieroglyphics, let alone ancient writing, but like the writing of other races, and they do not know what this text means, and only those who are looking for a professional and studying the seat can see it.

The fat man said: "Whatever he is, it's a tattoo, but it's also fucking ugly, no, this pattern I remembered, it was branded when I pulled out the stone incense in the middle just now." ”

Long Mo didn't believe it, climbed up to the prison to see the stone incense in the middle, the smooth reflection on the stone incense, there was no pattern at all, he was a fat man has no reason to lie to him, what does this pattern mean, only find someone to study it carefully after going out.

The fat man couldn't wait, so he personally picked up the pickaxe and smashed it down against the coffin, and the fat man didn't know how much strength he had, so he smashed the pickaxe into it with a pickaxe, and the pickaxe went in halfway, and he shook it twice, and the pickaxe was stuck tightly.

He shook it, as if the pickaxe had been grabbed by a hand, "Dragon boy, come and help, this thing is stuck on it, and it can't be brought off." ”

Long Mo looked at the fat man, "Fat man, you, look at what's behind you?" ”

The fat man's heart tightened suddenly, and at this time, whatever appeared behind him was not a fucking good thing, it was a damn thing.

He didn't dare to look back, and with a whoop sounded like Long Mo running over, he ran twice, and found that he was covered in blood, and at some point, a thing with long hair like Sadako was standing behind him, and his chest seemed to be hollowed out, and his internal organs flowed out of it.

"Chubby, fat, small, be careful!" Long Mo was so frightened that he couldn't speak.

The fat man also knew what was behind him, his body bounced like a ball, jumped in front of Long Mo, pulled Long Mo and ran into the ear room, a yin wind swept through, the everbright flame in the tomb was extinguished, the entire tomb fell into darkness, infinite terror struck, and the fat man and Long Mo were still separated by something before they had time to turn on the light.

Long Mo called the fat man a few times, but the fat man didn't answer, except for his own heartbeat and breathing, he didn't make any sound, he only felt that there was a pair of terrifying eyes behind him looking at him from afar.

He hurriedly took out a flashlight from his pocket, "Damn. "I don't know when the flashlight fell off, and it wasn't in my pocket.

Thank you book friends for your support to me, thank you for a big reward, and, I saw the book friends wish me a happy birthday in the message, hehe, thank you, but my birthday hasn't arrived yet, and it won't be until after the National Day, but I'm still very grateful.