This is a rifled rifle for infantry, this kind of gun only became the mainstream of firearms after the nineteenth century, I rubbed this gun with my hand while loading the bullets, and the years have carved mottled marks on its body, like the wall tiles of an old-fashioned house, and only the setting sun can make its vicissitudes of life buried in history. But it alone cannot, because he is a gun, and only the constant watering of blood can calm his restless soul, for which there is no history, only an end.

That's what a gun is all about, and I can feel it all. The rifling is the guide that guides the bullet to rotate forward, and only it can keep the trajectory in a straight line, but if the barrel is a smooth wall, the bullet will escape smoothly, and the trajectory will be very unstable, and it will not rotate like a pea.

This is also his soul.

I took the gun, looked at the corpse in front of me, and I don't know what made it stand up again, but now I "bang" I feel my arm shake and the zombie in front of me all the head flew out, and then I sent the butt of the gun back, my body was short, and my arm suddenly exerted force, and a zombie behind me was nailed to the wall by me, more and more, it seems that with the movement getting bigger and bigger, those coffins have been opened, I am in the group of corpses, With the power of the firearm, he constantly felt the unprecedented leakage of killing intent, as if he wanted to vent everything.

It wasn't until I felt that the gun in my hand had lost its instinct that I slowly stopped, I looked around, looked at the people underground, and I ran out without much thought.

"What's going on?" I covered my face, "Why do I always go crazy, wouldn't it be better if I just ran?" "I ran over the remains of the stone statue and jumped up the wall, behind which was a dark path, and most of its surroundings were covered with the marks of shovels, which seemed to be a robbery hole. I didn't care where it went, I just leaned down and climbed in, the size of the thief hole was not very large, but the length seemed a bit unexpected to me, the speed of the group was simply crazy fast, you know how long it takes to make a thief hole.

The robbery hole is from top to bottom with a slight inclination to knock down, this situation is more laborious for me to go up, I am a body of ash on the way I also encountered a sand pit, it seems that those people are to avoid the mechanism, or to directly open the way to the temple, but the momentum of feng shui, and only under the overall situation can be seen clearly, if you are in this mountain, then you can only be in the clouds and do not know where.

After a while, I finally crawled out of this thief hole, fortunately there was nothing chasing me behind, the torch shined inside, the pottery lamp, the pottery pot simply scared me, this is a round room, the room is full of large and small ceramics porcelain dogs, porcelain horses, porcelain bells, porcelain Buddha. I was really a little unaccustomed to such a large push of utensils suddenly, and I felt a little apprehensive when I watched them projected one by one under the swaying of torches and flashlights.

I also took a lot of things in that person's backpack before, but it's a pity that the gun is invalid, and the previous firearms have also been picked up by the Pangu people, and this one is probably given up when he can't take it in his hand, but it's okay, otherwise I wouldn't have known how many times I died in the previous crazy situation.

"But where is this?" I said to myself, "Ear chambers? ”

"That's not right." I then denied myself and walked around this place, but after walking for so long, I still thought it was a little weird! You see all kinds of ceramic utensils here, but there is no trace of a mural painting, and don't you think it's a bit superfluous to have so many ceramics in a burial chamber? All the way over, except for these broken porcelain and rotten pottery, I don't think I entered an ancient tomb, this is the ancient tomb of the Tang and Song dynasties, it stands to reason why I haven't even seen a statue of a god, all of them are those gods and ghosts, is it really not an ancient tomb? The tomb system of the Tang Dynasty had to invite God when burying! Could it be that there is still a ghost to talk about? Am I a shallow learner?

But the front has been delayed too much time, I am afraid of delaying here again, hurriedly to a wooden door in front of the house, the tomb door of this tomb is a little high, but a little wide, on both sides are 2 pottery horses respectively facing the door, I was really a little eerie at a glance. I didn't think about it and walked in, but suddenly I felt a little shaking under my feet, and I was afraid of triggering some mechanism to look down, the floor tiles were still floor tiles, but the front looked like the straight passage I saw when I entered the door before, but another wall, and the real place of the road became the corridor on the right, I turned my right hand, and in the light of the torch, the darkness was like the moon swallowed by the tengu.

The two sides of the corridor kept rustling and creaking, I was a little frightened, I tried to stretch my hand forward a little, in order to let myself see the front more accurately, but the sound was still around my ears all the time, I stopped, squatted down and looked around, and found that the original corridor was actually wooden, and the room I was in before, I knocked on the board, it turned out that the sound came from here, and on the other side of the board there seemed to be something really squirming, I let out a sigh of relief, calmed down, and continued on my way.

The darkness was endless, and I didn't know where I was going, and I didn't ask the person before, and the person just told me to keep going, but if I kept going. Just when I was confused, another door appeared in front of my eyes, this door was not big, there was no pattern on it, like the door of an old house in the countryside, I got closer and found that this door was exactly the same as the one I had passed before, I gently pushed it open, there was nothing frightening behind it, but another road, the same road is still wooden, but this time it is straight.

I walked through the door, closed it, and walked on, my mind would be constantly blind in the dark, and the atmosphere of fear and silence brought me not only nervous pressure, but even my hands and feet began to tremble uncontrollably. It seemed that after being tired for a while, I stopped, I leaned against the wall, leaning against the plank, a hint of coolness invaded the back of my neck, I sighed, if I usually go on the Internet, or go to work, maybe I can go shopping with my girlfriend, but why I am in this place, and I don't know anything about myself.

What is life for?

It's not a long time, what am I still looking for?

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard the sound of water running in my ears against the wooden wall, and the sound was just below me, and I slowly lay on the ground, it was a very viscous liquid, and the sound of a very viscous liquid was not as smooth as the flow of water, and sometimes it could make a gurgling sound. "Is that the mercury?" I thought, no wonder I've been wondering where exactly all that stuff is going? So you came to this place? So what's the implication? Little by little, my strength returned to my body, and I set out on my way again, this place was a straight road, which was easy for me to walk, but soon my torch suddenly shone into a door in the darkness not far away.

"Made." Now I'm scolding, what is this? How much money is there? So many doors at once? I thought that there was already some urgency in my heart, not so much urgency as a restlessness that could not be done, I did not hesitate to push the door open, and continued to run forward, just now I rested for a while and my physical strength was obviously replenished, I ran through a few turns, and it was a door, I pushed it open, and it was a turn, and it was a door, and gradually I felt that I had fallen into a cycle, a never-ending reincarnation, a labyrinth? Or is it a psychedelic array? Could it be that the effects of those psychedelic flowers are back in motion? Isn't it the same situation here? But I looked around and couldn't find anything that matched my guess, and I panicked even more, so I carved a small mark on a wall with a knife and let me continue walking.

I walked through one door after another, as if I was constantly shuttling in the same place, is this a reverse space? The fear of doors began to slowly rise, and it no longer surrounded me all the time, what do these doors mean? If it's a ghost hitting the wall, why do you need these doors? I started to panic, completely panicked, there was nothing on the walls around me, could it be that there were really so many in this place? How long am I going to walk in a mountain? Or is it really a labyrinth? But even a labyrinth has to have a dead end, so what about the alley? But just as I was in a hurry, a big "one" appeared on the side of the wall.

"Ghost hitting the wall?" I stopped and couldn't help but say.

"I don't want to die here, I don't believe there are ghosts in the world? Those zombies are all by-products of ancient alchemists, but ghosts and ghosts are ethereal, I don't believe it. I yelled in my heart, I banged the wall hard, but the wall was not moving at all, I was in a hurry, almost no thought I hit hard "boom" I suddenly found myself in another room, behind me was a narrow door, this door appeared without warning, I don't know how it teleported to my back, but my flashlight reflected a shadow in front of me, I turned my head to look, it seemed to be an old man.

"Who are you?" I walked over and asked cautiously, because the fear in my heart had reached its limit, everything was numb to me, and death was not worth mentioning, I stepped forward and asked in a trembling voice to the man.

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