The fat man's movement is getting less and less, he can still jump a few times just now, and now there is not much movement in his feet, this ebony coffin is too thick, and the pickaxe can't be smashed through a dozen times in one place, only the gap the size of a ping-pong ball is smashed, and no water is exposed at all, and when he smashes the fat man, it will already be cold.

He threw down the pickaxe and looked around to see if there were any basin-shaped burial goods around, but unfortunately there was nothing else in the tomb except for these two coffins, and he looked at the tall open flame hanging high, wasn't it a basin?

He picked up the pickaxe again and threw it on it, the pickaxe smashed on the ever-bright fire, the fire in the basin was wrapped in oil and sprinkled with a drop, and the basin was strung with a copper chain, and it couldn't be smashed, "Damn, don't be so cheating." ”

He was very anxious, and the fat man would really confess in this coffin later, he looked at the hook with a copper chain hanging on the top of the tomb and thought: "The ancients didn't have any expansion screws, nor did they have drill bits, and this hook should be about to die after such a long time." Thinking about it, he threw his pickaxe at the hook.

With a bang, the pickaxe was missed, not hit the hook, just brushed past the hook, the pickaxe fell back to the ground, he quickly ran over to pick up the pickaxe and aimed at the hook and smashed it out again, this time finally hit the hook, the hook only shook twice and did not break, but looking at the momentum, it should only need to be done before it falls.

He quickly picked up the pick and aimed it out, this time the pick hit the hook and was mixed with the copper chain, and fell into the brazier along the chain, the brazier fell, he picked up the brazier, the brazier was very hot, but he didn't care so much, threw the basin into the coffin and climbed up.

The brazier made a sizzling sound in the water, the temperature dropped rapidly, he took the basin and scooped the water frantically, the speed was very fast, the water in the coffin fell at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally saw the fat man's head, and the fat man's neck was wrapped around a soaked blackened hand.

He didn't stop, he scooped the water under the fat man's head before stopping, but the fat man was obviously no longer good, his body was motionless, he shook it twice, the fat man wowed, spit out several mouthfuls of black water in succession, and then took a long breath.

Long Mo went to break the fat man's hands, the hands were very slippery, like yellow eels, he buckled his fingers and slid down as soon as he used force, he smashed the brazier twice, the hand was so hard that the basin was smashed, and there was no trace left on that hand.

"Sketch grandma's." He was about to smash the hands apart with a pickaxe, and as soon as he looked up, he saw the one standing in front of him, his eyes were black, and the tongue in his mouth was long and spitting, as black as a rag, terrifying and disgusting, and he didn't know where the sound came from.

He was so frightened that he jumped out of the coffin, and the eyes of the thing kept staring at him, it was a ghost, and the ghost's face began to change, and the face became longer and longer, until it hung into the coffin, and the disgusting tongue went around the fat man's neck, and the closer he got closer, the fat man's dark skin became iron-blue.

Long Mo hurriedly picked up the pickaxe and smashed it at the ghost, and the pickaxe passed directly through the ghost, causing him no harm.

"Grass your mother."

He bit his middle finger again, the blood stuck to the dragon ring, and the elongated face of the ghost was imprinted, the tried and tested dragon ring did not take effect this time, and the ghost was not forced back by the energy stimulated by the dragon ring.

"No, the fat man will definitely die if he goes on like this, damn it, fight."

He climbed onto the coffin with a pickaxe, and a pickaxe smashed down like the inside of a coffin, first smashing the pair of yellow eel hands that bound the fat man, and with a rattle, the bones were broken, and there was a terrifying roar from the tomb, and the fat man was suddenly soft to the ground, and black water was pouring out of his ears, nose, eyes, and mouth.

The ghost slowly disappeared, Long Mo jumped off the coffin, and slapped two ear scrapers at the fat man, the fat man's breathing was very weak, and it was best to describe it as Qi Ruosi.

He pressed the fat man's stomach, he coughed, and a large amount of black and stinky water squirted out, and the fat man's breathing was calm, and there was no danger.

"Damn, fortunately, you don't have to do artificial respiration, and you can't die for the first kiss to this fat brother."

He pinched the fat man's man again, and the fat man's eyes moved, and he suddenly got up from the ground like a corpse, so frightened that Long Mo turned over a few times on the ground.

People can be scared to death, he wanted to get angry, but when he thought about it, this was not the fat man's intention at all, the fat man kept breathing heavily, oh ~ A full burp, wiped his mouth, it was all disgusting liquid, wow wow wow spit out, and his mouth was still talking about why I am so pitiful.

This time the vomit is good, the things that are spit out are all black, and even the things I ate yesterday are sour and smelly, black and disgusting.

Long Mo watched the fat man vomit so well, his stomach began to churn, wow, wow, the two of them, spit out a few mouthfuls of stomach acid and turned his head not to look at the fat man, and he wanted to vomit when he saw it, I believe that most people have this experience, and when they see others, they start to feel nauseous, and then they will vomit.

He looked at the coffin, the two hands he had broken were invisible, and they probably fell back into the coffin, and the fat man vomited, moved his body, and just lay on the ground and snored.

Being stuffed in the water for so long and the brain is deprived of oxygen, people are very tired, he doesn't disturb the fat man to rest, he slowly walks to the coffin, and with a bang, the stinky black water splashes Long Mo's face, and a head covered with black cloth suddenly jumps out of the coffin, so scared that he sits on the ground with a buttocks.

The head was covered with black cloth, and the facial features couldn't be seen, but it seemed to have a pair of invisible eyes, and the head twisted towards Long Mo, and the head gradually rose, revealing his body, and the black water was dripping all over his body, dripping in the coffin and making a ticking sound.

Long Mo sat on the ground and stepped back, his hand suddenly touched the handle of the pickaxe, on his head, there was a pot of everlasting fire, the pickaxe was thrown out and smashed on the everlasting fire, the oil in the brazier spilled out, and the fire splashed on the body of the thing, and the burning oil made a popping sound when it met anyone, and the side was even more vigorous.

The fat man woke up suddenly and saw the fire burning in the coffin, "Quick, I'm adding oil, I can't let this thing come out, damn it, how could I meet this kind of thing, I almost killed Lao Tzu." ”

Long Mo thought that this fire was enough, after all, this kind of thing belongs to the supreme yin, and encountering a supreme yang thing like fire should be enough to destroy it, but listening to the tone of the fat man's voice, this thing is not simple, and a fire can't kill it at all.

He hurried to find the pickaxe, which was damn unfortunate that it fell on the lid of the coffin, and it was a fool's mouth to get it, and it was strange not to be pulled down by this thing.

"Fatty, what the hell is this thing, why can't it be burned to death?"

The thing had slowly crawled out of the coffin, and his head had been staring at Long Mo, and he could feel the resentment of this thing towards Long Mo.

"It's the first time I've seen this thing, damn it, it ran out, it's called a shroud, and it's very resentful."