The guy seemed to be sensitive to the smell of blood, and after I was injured, it moved noticeably faster, biting my heel almost the entire time, and attacking non-stop. I dodged several times before I was thrown to the ground. The guy was mediocre, but the strength was amazing, and after I was crushed to the ground by him, I hit him with my knee several times in a row, and it didn't move. I didn't dare to fight, and when I raised my hand, there was a series of shootings, and at such a close distance, the guns almost hit. The guy struggled a few times and then fell down on me with a bang. I didn't have time to dodge, so it was bloody, fishy and smelly. I hurriedly kicked it away, and it took me a long time to recover from coughing on the ground.

I wiped my face and touched the flashlight on the floor, looking back to see who this guy really was. Under the flashlight, his face was no longer as distorted as it was just now, and on closer inspection, he looked like a human-like guy. The board head is inched, the camouflage uniform, and the body is full of holes. Even if I had been shot, it would not have been possible to do so much damage, no wonder he walked slowly, and he had already been seriously injured. But why did he attack me? What is that discord in the dark?

The more I looked at this corpse, the more I felt that something was wrong, and when I looked closely, the position of the corpse's head and body was twisted apart, and the face and palms were facing up at the same time, as if it had been twisted 180 degrees.

When I went over it, I realized that this guy's death was simply his back to the sky. So where did this face come from? Why is there a human face on what should be the back of the head? I was startled by my own thoughts, I was the only one in the dark ear room and the twisted corpse, I hesitated to turn it over to see what was going on, the thought of what I might see made my head sweat more and more, but I still couldn't restrain my curiosity.

I set the flashlight sideways and grabbed the corpse's head with both hands, slowly flipping it over. This guy's neck seems to have been broken by something, and it turns effortlessly, like a twist. When I turned its head over completely, I saw a distorted face, in stark contrast to the human face on the back of the head. It is impossible for a person to have two faces at the same time, and it is even more impossible for a human face to grow behind him. Suppressing my fear, I briefly examined the corpse and determined that it was an ordinary human corpse, except for two distinct faces.

Judging from the outfit on his body, he should be in the same group as the group of Japanese. I don't know why he was the only one who returned to the chamber and the whereabouts of the others, let alone find clues from this strange corpse. For the sake of safety, I am prepared to leave this place as far as possible to avoid a similar attack.

After making up my mind, I desperately recalled the map, the map in Xiao Wangba's hand was a copy, not only rough, blurry, not even some key points marked, I only remember that the main hall and the main tomb are closely connected, and there is no other room in between. Since this chamber was used as a raw material yard, it should be located not far from the main burial chamber. I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't remember the record of this ear chamber, and then there was a piercing pain from the wound on the back of my neck. I shook my head and touched it lightly with my fingers, and found that the wound was about two inches long, although I couldn't see it, but judging from the touch from my fingertips, the flesh had been turned out, and I twisted it slightly, and the movement was quite smooth, but fortunately it didn't hurt the bones. But if the bleeding is not stopped in time, it will cause great trouble next. I remember that there were first aid items in my backpack, so I hurriedly turned it out and looked at it, but the thrombosis and bandages were all on Shirley Young's side, and I only had sutures and medical tape here. I had to comfort myself and say that talking is better than nothing, and although it hurts, I can do a simple treatment. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but glance at the corpse on the ground, and decided to move away from it before stitching myself up.

I covered my wound and retreated to the bottom of the rock wall, lit a candle, and walked back and forth a few times with the suture needle attached to the outer flame. After threading, I took a deep breath and told myself that this work had to be done quickly, and that it was I who suffered if I sewed slowly. I lowered my head, held the needle in my right hand, and then pressed the index and middle fingers of my left hand to draw the approximate range, then closed my eyes and quickly inserted the first needle. I didn't dare to catch my breath at all, thinking only about how I could complete this almost masochistic first aid operation. The most painful part of the stitching process was not the pain of the needle, but the puncture sensation when the sewing thread joined the flesh together, the same thing repeatedly moving back and forth between the skin and flesh, and I could even clearly hear the sound of a hollow bamboo when the thread and flesh rubbed against each other. Halfway through the sewing, I couldn't keep my head down anymore, so I stopped and tilted my neck a little. At this moment, I heard the familiar rustling sound slowly sounding in the darkness. I secretly scolded -**Your uncle's-, thinking that Lao Tzu only cheated the corpse halfway through the sewing, there are no rules at all! I have trouble moving at the moment, and if I have a head-on confrontation with that guy again, I'm afraid that something will go wrong. I stood up in pain, trying to escape before he could get close. Unexpectedly, after only two steps, there was a large series of eager and heavy footsteps in front of me, and I was shocked, could it be that these monsters were going to line up in an organized and purposeful way to find the ballast? The one just now was already so busy that my head was bleeding, listening to this movement, there were four or five less in front of me, this is simply a thunderbolt on a sunny day to kill people!

When I hesitated, a dark wind whistled from the side, and I didn't even think about it, and smashed the candle in my hand at the other party. Originally, he just wanted to create a chance for himself to escape, but who knew that guy actually collided with the burning candle. I don't know what secret recipe the candle made by Master Yu was, and after encountering the fire, it burned extremely vigorously, and the double-faced corpse instantly became a fire man scurrying around. I ran away, and as soon as I reached the door, I saw several double-faced corpses coming up to me. They are also dressed in camouflage uniforms, and their heads are hung around their necks, which have long since become inhuman, and they seem to be in danger of falling off at any moment. Judging by the results of the battle I just had, these guys don't care if they lose their heads. The wound on my neck had not yet been fully sutured, and there were only three bullets left in the gun, so I had no chance of winning the fight. At this moment, the unlucky guy who had been set on fire was like a hornet's nest and was spinning around. I caught a glimpse of the explosives scattered in the corner, and thought to myself, if I can't do it, I can only live up to my ancestors, and it is better to blow the tomb upside down than to be eaten by a group of monsters with two sides. I kicked the fire man with his teeth and claws, and flew towards the pile of explosives. When I landed, I didn't even look at it, picking up a bag of explosives and holding it high above my head. At this time, I wanted to shout "Long live New China" before ignition, but when I touched my pocket, I found that the lighter was missing. At the moment of my hesitation, all the double-faced corpses swarmed towards the corner like chicken blood, and there was only a rock wall left behind me except for the explosive bag that was full of untouchable explosives.

"Get down!" Between the lightning and flint, a roar suddenly came from somewhere, and the originally pitch-black ear chamber suddenly turned into a battlefield, and the sound of strafing came from all directions. I fell to the ground with my head covered, and did not forget to tell the other party: "There is explosives here, beware of stray bullets!" ”

The fierce strafing sound did not diminish because of the storage of explosives, and in the rain of bullets, a familiar voice continued to shout: "Don't break them or break them, don't stop a single one!" ”

I was shocked, this is the voice of Wang Puyuan's old Wang Ba. He suffered heavy losses in Tomb No. 1, where did so many men come from? After a stormy strafing of fire, the ground was covered with bullet casings. I only heard a long buzz, and the cold light on the rock wall instantly turned on again. Because I stayed in the dark for a long time, I couldn't see clearly for a while, so I covered my eyes and lay on the ground for a while before I got up.

Wang Puyuan stood at the entrance of the ear room, and behind him stood two rows of people, all carrying real guys in their hands. I glanced a little and found that Lin Fang was surrounded behind a human wall, with his hands behind his back, obviously being captured. I looked at Wang Puyuan's dusty appearance, and it is estimated that he didn't eat much good fruit along the way. At the moment, we don't know each other's hearts, so he will test me next. I made up my mind, this time I can't fall for this old king again, and I must completely get out the whole story.

Lao Wang Bayi did not talk to me when he came up, but took care of himself and instructed his subordinates to carry the double-faced corpses outside and burn them. I didn't bother to pay attention to him, sat down on the stone steps, and continued to sew up the wound on the back of my neck. By the time I looked up again, the old man was already standing in front of me.

Wang Puyuan looked calm and relaxed, but as long as he looked closely, he could find that there were several abrasions on his face, and the corners of his clothes were torn off in half, which was obviously not as beautiful as it appeared on the surface. I know very well that he and Mr. Sang are generally very good-looking characters, so I deliberately left him aside and ignored him. When the old man saw that I ignored him, he was not in a hurry, so he found a rock staircase and sat down leisurely. Lin Fang kept glancing at me in the crowd, I just didn't see it, thinking that Lao Tzu was a commander with a light pole, if you really want to fight, come one, kill two, and I will earn it.

Wang Puyuan looked at me with a smile, and finally couldn't hold back and asked, "How is the wound?" ”

I turned my head to reveal the wound on my neck: "I have already sewed it up, so you don't have to bother." ”