Hu Biao's tone of voice didn't want to be a joke, and from his tone, Long Mo deduced that he must have eaten human flesh, and it was raw, but it must have eaten dead human flesh, not living human flesh, otherwise he wouldn't have said that.

Long Mo felt the cool shade behind him, Hu Biao's eyes were like watching a big meal, he turned his head slightly, and the scar on Hu Biao's face became even more hideous and terrifying.

What scared him even more was that the black and withered face was behind Hu Biao, flashing with blood-red light, probably because he found that Long Mo saw it, and it disappeared again.

"What the hell is this thing, something like the layer of a hundred ghosts and thousands of coffins, it can't be that little thing that is haunting and wants its real dragon gem, right?" Long Mo thought in his heart, his backpack was pulled by Hu Biao, and he jumped.

"**** mother's, it's all messy things."

Hu Biao opened the zipper of the backpack, which was full of gold and silver artifacts that Long Mo had taken in the previous coffin, he threw things on the ground and rummaged through them in the backpack, it seemed that he was also hungry and panicked, and it would have been changed to a gun.

"Hu Biao, you are also a senior, you are so unkind to lose the demeanor of your ancestors."

"Why do you care so much?" He turned out a bag of potato chips, a packet of instant noodles was torn open and poured into his mouth, and after eating, he felt that it was not enough, so he took out two bags of pickled pepper and phoenix feet, and ate them directly without spitting out the bones.

Long Mo was also very hungry, so he simply said that his leg was too painful and he couldn't walk, so he sat down and took out the food from the backpack and ate it, and remembered that there was half a bottle of mineral water in the mezzanine in the backpack, as soon as he took out the water, Hu Biao grabbed it, Long Mo was quick-eyed, rolled on the ground, unscrewed the bottle cap, and drank the water in one gulp.

Hu Biao's eyes were on fire, "You, you won't leave a sip for your grandfather after the fuck is drunk?" ”

"Why should I keep it for you? Did you take the water money? But there's another type of water that's free. Long Mo said and took off his pants, and the mineral water bottle sprinkled half a bottle of urine underneath and handed it to Hu Biao, "Na, this doesn't cost money." ”

This is Chi Guoguo's insult to Hu Biao, Long Mo's principle of life is that he will treat others as others treat him, anyway, now that he has torn his face, he will tear it directly to the end, whether he can get out alive is one thing.

Hu Biao would be able to withstand this kind of insult, and grabbed Long Mo's collar, Long Mo knew that something was wrong, and hurriedly threw the bottle in his hand, and Hu Biao also happened to go to shoot the bottle, but unfortunately he was still a step too slow.

Long Mo looked at Hu Biao with a provocative smile, Hu Biao pushed him to the ground, Long Mo laughed and stood up and patted his buttocks, picked up the back of his backpack, and limped down.

"Boy, you're dead."

"You can get out alive first, hmph, although your Uncle Long is in and out of this business, he also escaped death."

Long Mo replied directly, he touched the wound on his thigh, the bleeding had stopped, and it was scabbed, and then he touched his waist, and the wound on his waist was basically healed.

However, Long Mo still pretended not to move, the blood on his body was dry, and he couldn't tell if the injury was healed or not, he was waiting for an opportunity, anyway, Hu Biao was going to kill him, so it was better to show weakness first and find an opportunity to kill Hu Biao.

"Who?" Hu Biao suddenly drank loudly, there was no sound around him, he felt that the atmosphere was different, he wiped his face, I don't know when, he was already sweating profusely.

After drinking this, he sped up his speed and ran in front of Long Mo, he didn't care about Long Mo, he pedaled and ran down, Long Mo saw him running, he must have known that there must be something wrong behind him, and he also ran, the more he ran, he felt that something behind him also ran down, and his voice seemed to be the sound of horses' hooves.

But the passage is staircase-like, and not very high, so can there be room for the next horse? Hu Biao soon disappeared from his sight, and he also wanted to run faster, but the injury on his thigh was not good, and it hurt when he moved, and he felt that the wound had cracked.

He took advantage of the turn to look behind him, it was a mist-like thing, and he stepped over his body at once, Long Mo's eyes were confused, and he fell to the ground with a rumble, but his consciousness was still there, but his body kept calling, and his eyes couldn't be opened.

He seemed to see himself on the ground, he touched his body, and there was no injury at all, "Am I already dead?" The soul has left the body? No, no, I'm going back. ”

He lay back on his body, a force was about to push him away, he clutched his body tightly, "I'm not dead, I'm not dead, my body is still breathing, I'm not dead, I'm really not dead, I'm really dreaming, I'm dreaming." ”

He pinched his face, and there was no pain at all, and he looked up and saw a man dressed in black and carrying a death scythe approaching, wearing a hat on his head, and the hat covered his face, and when he walked in, he saw that the face was thin and slender, with a pointed nose and a sharp skull.

The scythe in his hand slashed at Long Mo's neck, "Don't." ”

He woke up suddenly, because when he woke up, his body shook quite a lot, and he rolled down the stone stairs, "It turned out to be a dream." ”

He stood up regardless of the pain in his body, and as soon as the headlamp shone, the tomb door had been opened, and it was dark inside, and the headlamp could not shine in, as if he was blocked by something, and just when he was distracted, a transparent figure walked in and looked back at him.

"That's, that's the Grim Reaper you saw in a dream?" He saw that the transparent person was actually the same as he saw in his dream, dressed in black and hated, carrying the scythe of death.

"How can it be the Grim Reaper, shouldn't it be the black and white impermanence of the bull head and horse face? Could it be that the Grim Reaper is black impermanence? ”

The Grim Reaper looked at him, his eyes glowed red, he turned his head and walked into the tomb, everything became quiet again, he followed the Grim Reaper and walked in, he would rather be too frightened and hallucinate, the Grim Reaper's hallucinations were influenced by Western movies.

He walked in, this floor was full of dwarf trees, only three meters high, "How can there be trees in this place, trees that don't have sunlight from there?" ”

He touched it, and the trees were dry and dead, but they were cut off from the outside and protected from the wind and rain, and they remained as they were when they were alive.

The fog gradually drifted through the woods, and he heard the woman's laughter, "Come on, come after me." ”

The sound came from all around, he kept spinning in the woods, he couldn't tell the direction, the sound was in his ears, something floated down from the top of his head, and landed on his shoulder, he touched it with his hand, the thing was very smooth, and there was a faint ** smell, but his face suddenly became nervous after seeing this thing.

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