I noticed that the old man was using the word you, not us. Who the hell is he? Why do I feel more and more that he is playing with us like monkeys?

However, there was no time to think about those questions at this moment, only to hear the sound of 'giggling' suddenly from the quiet tomb, followed by two, three, four, and more and more laughter of different tones merged together.

When everyone heard the sound, they stood away as if they were facing a great enemy, leaning on each other, and looked vigilantly at the clay figures around them, but saw that their mouths did not move at all, but the sound could be sure that it came from them.

The white-haired old man's breezy words passed through the big net that seemed to have formed a substantial shape, and the wicked laughter that wrapped us into everyone's ears: "The old man seems to have forgotten to say just now, the kind of laughter you hear now has a strange effect of seducing the soul, so you must not accept too much, otherwise, your reason will be lost, people will be manipulated by fierce beasts, and when the time comes, the people around you will become your biggest enemy!" ”

Hearing this, I couldn't hold back any longer, and immediately shouted angrily, "Dead old man, who are you?" Why do you know so much about this tomb? Why don't you help when you know how to solve these problems? ”

When the white-haired old man heard this, he laughed instead of being angry, and his laughter became more and more rampant: "Young man, the old man is willing to spend time with you to go around here, which is a great gift to you. Besides, in this world, where there are good things that are not earned for nothing, if you want to ask for them, you must really have that ability. Want to get to the Golden Land by someone else? Hehe, that's impossible. ”

When these words reached my ears, I was so angry that my chest was hot, and if it weren't for the real pain in my head from those 'gurgling' laughter, I would have opened my mouth to scold the ancestor of the neurotic old man for eight lifetimes.

The pain became more and more intense, so I clearly saw that my grandfather was shouting at me, but I couldn't receive the message he wanted to transmit, and then I looked at the side, the fat man had already picked up the submachine gun, and the muzzle of the gun burst out of the tongue of fire and shot at those clay figures.

The sound of gunfire was accompanied by the sound of treacherous laughter mixed in the diffuse flying dirt everywhere, and the scene was chaotic for a while, only to see, the bullets hit the clay figures, and their inner bodies gradually appeared in front of everyone's eyes, but the bullets fell on those old monsters who looked like zombies, but they were not zombies, but they couldn't penetrate the skin at all, as if their whole bodies were made of super thick steel.

When I saw that the bullet was ineffective, I immediately let go of the finger that was holding the trigger, and the fat man looked at the scene of the gunfire as if he was a little crazy, and as if he was enjoying that kind of life, he refused to stop the fire for a long time.

Kuroko picked up the green knife, rushed up decisively, raised the knife in his hand, and hit the old monster, except for generating sparks, there was nothing else. I learned the power of his green knife in my grandfather's story, and if it couldn't do any damage to the old monster hidden in the clay sculpture, then what if it wouldn't be good.

The situation is at a moment's mark, and it's not time to think at all. After Kuroko rushed forward bravely, the rest of the people immediately rushed towards the old monster who was twisting his body and trying to stretch his muscles. (To be continued......)