Under the faint light, leaning on the side of the tomb road, it was actually Zhao Jie!

After seeing it clearly, Wang Shaoyi's breathing suddenly became very rapid, and he came to Zhao Jie with the courage to reach out his right hand tremblingly, and slowly probed to his nose.

There is breathing!

His hand hung there for a while before he put it down, and his tense heart gradually calmed down, he reached out and wiped the sweat on his forehead, took a long breath, and then took a flashlight and carefully examined it from head to toe, except for some abrasions, but there were no major injuries, and I couldn't help but wonder: Was it knocked out?

He looked at Zhao Jie's somewhat undulating chest again, his pupils suddenly shrank inward, and he kept flipping back and forth around Zhao Jie with a flashlight, but the more he flipped over, the more panicked he became.

Wang Mengmeng, who was behind him, leaned out curiously and looked at him suspiciously: "Shaoyi, what's wrong?"

"It's over! It's all over! Wang Shaoyi turned his head and said with a dejected expression.

"What?" Wang Mengmeng was also stunned, with an unbelievable look on her face.

"The Chixiao Sword is gone..."Wang Shaoyi turned around and said helplessly.

"What?!" Wang Mengmeng's eyes widened suddenly, with a look of disbelief, and murmured, "Grandpa's sword is gone... It's gone..."

Wang Shaoyi glanced at Wang Mengmeng, sighed and said, "Let's wake up Ajie first." With that, he turned away.

At the moment when he turned sideways, a cold air suddenly blew over from the darkness, blowing through his neck, cold, making his whole body "rub" all the cold hairs upside down.

But there had been such an encounter before, and this time he had learned to be smart, and he didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, so he fell backwards at once, and at the same time stretched out his left leg and kicked it forward.

"Bang—"

The sensation of a foot hitting the steel plate came suddenly, and the pain made him bare his teeth, and his backward body slammed into the stone steps, and the violent impact made him feel a sweet throat, and he almost vomited blood.

However, at the moment of contact, he saw that the thing on the other side was kicked by him, and it was probably not very comfortable.

As soon as he landed, Wang Shaoyi slammed the flashlight there. When he saw the thing, he was so frightened that the flashlight fell directly to the ground.

It was a face that made people shudder when they saw it, the blue cheeks did not carry a trace of life, the rotting elk exuded a terrifying aura from the bottom of the heart under the white hair, the blood-red eyes, hideously bulging outward, the feeling of falling off and not falling off made people feel unprecedented fear, long fangs grew from the bottom of the cheeks, and the traces of blood on the tips of the teeth seemed to be the blood of someone who had just been sucked.

That kick must have been kicked in the teeth.

"Fei Fei, run!" After Wang Shaoyi finished shouting, he pulled out the black donkey's hooves from his waist, and regardless of whether it was useful or not, he picked it up and stared directly at the white-haired monster in front of him.

However, Wang Mengmeng didn't run, and kept staring at the white-haired monster with squinted eyes.

Wang Shaoyi didn't say much, and the white-haired monster on the opposite side flew over again with a "rub". In the afterglow of the flashlight, he saw that there seemed to be dripping flesh in the gaping mouth of the bloody basin, and the hideous face made him feel that he was only a stone's throw away from death.

But even if you die, you can't be so cowardly!

The black donkey's hooves that Wang Shaoyi was dragging in his right hand threw violently towards its open mouth. Immediately following the people also jumped up, and with the trend of rushing forward, they turned into fists, shouted, and slammed them with all the strength of their bodies.

Just when Wang Shaoyi used all his strength to prepare for a desperate fight, the white-haired monster opened his mouth and bit the black donkey's hooves into it.

"Gollum~"

With an unusually clear throat sound, the white-haired monster actually swallowed the black donkey's hooves.

This zongzi is looking for death? Wang Shaoyi was puzzled for a while, and his forward figure couldn't help but pause, and the next second, he felt a strong force coming, and he was knocked and flew out.

Collided with the stone steps again, he couldn't hold it anymore, and with a "wow", he spit out a mouthful of blood. There was a sharp pain in the internal organs, and cold sweat fell from the forehead in an instant.

But as soon as he looked up after spitting out the blood, he saw the white-haired monster approaching again.

I really don't give any respite! This time, the face became more and more hideous, and the black donkey's hooves seemed to have given it a full meal, and it didn't seem to affect it at all.

With such a close distance, Wang Shaoyi didn't know what to do, and it seemed that there was no other choice than to be sucked again.

He couldn't help but close his eyes.

Just when Wang Shaoyi was fighting with that thing, Wang Mengmeng took out a big hot water bottle from her own bag, opened the lid, and emitted a strong smell of kerosene. ”

Then she spilled the contents of the hot water bottle, and for a moment, the smell of kerosene in the graveyard became stronger.

Wang Shaoyi heard Wang Mengmeng's loud shout, and without thinking about it, he jumped towards the top of the stone steps, the piece of kerosene just flew over his head, and there were a few drops on his forehead, and the moment his eyes swept over, he saw a lighter flying in the sky.

"Boom—"

There was a loud bang, and as the kerosene that had been shot out was ignited, a wall of fire ignited not far in front of Wang Shaoyi. In the narrow passage of the tomb, a living "fire gate" was formed.

After Wang Mengmeng did all this, her eyes were black and she fainted again, and she sat down next to the tomb.

Looking at Zhao Jie again, he was lying in a relatively high position before, and this will not be affected.

Wang Shaoyi endured the pain and walked towards Wang Mengmeng by holding on to the wall.

At the other end of the wall of fire, there was a piercing roar of a white-haired monster, as if it was very unwilling to jump over the wall of fire. After a few screams, he stopped, and after a while there was no movement, as if he had left.

Probably because the tomb was narrow, the oxygen in the space was quickly consumed, and the wall of fire only burned for a few minutes and began to dim.

Wang Shaoyi was still sitting behind the wall of fire, looked at Zhao Jie and Wang Mengmeng, who were still unconscious, and then made a fuss from the bag on Wang Mengmeng's back, and actually let him find a kind of sword that could be folded into almost thirty or forty centimeters long. Then I rummaged through it for a while, and found some black dog blood and glutinous rice.

When he and Mr. Liao splashed things on the cat insects before, Wang Shaoyi unexpectedly found that the glutinous rice was stuck to the black dog's blood, and neither of them was easy to fall.

He will also pull the folding sword apart, close the card slot, and then pour black dog blood and glutinous rice on it, and an ingenious "glutinous rice dog blood folding sword" will come out.

When he was done, the wall of fire over there had just been extinguished, and he was much more confident with a sword in his hand. He turned on both flashlights, one on the stone steps on the top of the tomb, as a fixed lamp, and the other as a moving lamp in his hand, so as to ensure his vision to the greatest extent.

As soon as the fire was extinguished, a strange sound was heard not far from the tomb.

"Limp, limp—"

It was as if something was walking briskly in his direction, and he held the clenched sword, and the strength in his hand couldn't help but increase a little more.