The white gaps grew larger and wider, and the metal layer on the black tumor opened like eyelids, and soon, the creepy thing underneath was revealed.

"Damn, why are all these things eyes?" The fat man said through his teeth.

Looking at those things, my shoulders and neck almost shrank together. Under the black tumor, there was something white like an eye, and in the middle of those things, there was a red, crescent-shaped trace. It's like pupils that are rolling around, and those red crescents keep moving from side to side.

I'm starting to say something about Peanut, and this coffin really looks like a living—a demon.

The fat man stood at the front of us, shovel in one hand, and the other hand already touching the pistol. But in the face of such a thing, let alone a pistol, even if you give the fat man a submachine gun now, it is estimated that it is enough to choke.

The eyeballs on the coffin grew smaller and smaller, and we all held our breath, waiting for the next change. Suddenly, all the red crescents rushed to our side. As if they had suddenly been discovered by the enemy, several people shrugged their shoulders in horror.

Then, the coffin began to shake in midair, and the laughter inside became more and more arrogant.

"Fatty, do we have to slip away now?" I couldn't help but look at the fat man.

"I don't know what the hell is trying to do." The fat man looked back and forth nervously, and then said, "We'd better go back now." ”

"Then, what about Yang Lang's corpse?" Professor Chan said.

The fat man sighed, "I don't know what to do if I'm alive now, Professor Chen, I think it's better to forget it." ”

Professor Chen wanted to say something, but soon, he would find out that he couldn't control Yang Lang's corpse at all.

Just as Professor Chen and the fat man were talking, Zhang Yadong suddenly pointed at the coffin, "Look, that, there is, something crawled out." ”

When I looked closely, I saw a miserable white human hand reaching out from the top of the coffin. Soon, the flashlight showed the head of the man with tiny black spots on his face.

It's one thing to look at a photo, it's another thing to see it in person. When I saw Yang Lang crawling down the coffin, I couldn't even hear the sound of other people's breathing. A group of people were probably stunned, and even the fat man didn't react for a long time.

At this time, half of Yang Lang's body had already crawled out. I saw the flesh on his back sticking to the coffin like noodles, and when he was fully in front of us, he was almost hanging on the coffin by the flesh and skin.

At the same time, the coffin seemed to be getting closer and closer to the ground. I don't need to think about it to know that if we stay here any longer, Yang Lang's corpse may crawl towards us.

"Dead fatty, have you ever fought with zongzi before?" I looked at him with a pale face.

The fat man didn't look at me, gritted his teeth, and immediately pulled out the pistol. "Lao Tzu has never practiced with zombies, but I heard that as long as you break the zombie's head, it can't move anymore."

After speaking, the fat man raised his gun and aimed at the head of Yang Lang's corpse.

"Don't." Professor Chen grabbed the fat man's pistol.

I know that Professor Chen can't bear it, but if it goes on like this, the thing will almost reach the ground.

Zhuge Xuan came up at this time and grabbed Professor Chen, and said to the fat man, "Let's hurry up and grab something and run." ”

The fat man shook his hand fiercely, glared at the corpse, and beckoned us to run down the alley.

We hurriedly picked up our gear, and before we could react, one of Peanut's hands covered my nose and mouth.

I was about to struggle, but suddenly I saw that a purple mist had risen in the corridor when we came, and faintly, I could smell a trace of fragrance.

"Hold your breath, this mist is poisonous." Peanut then shouted.

Everyone was already panicked, and after listening to Peanut, they felt a feeling that there was no way to go to heaven and no door to enter the earth.

As soon as we picked up the flashlight, we found that the purple mist was rising from the cracks in the corridor. I hadn't figured out what those cracks were for a long time, but now it seems that they should have appeared to kill us.

"What to do? What to do? Zhang Yadong seemed to have collapsed, and he wanted to rush into the corridor as he spoke.

Professor Chen grabbed him, "What are you doing?" Calm me down. ”

"Professor, will we be like Ah Wei and them this time?" Zhang Yadong looked at Professor Chen tremblingly, "I already knew that that thing was a bad thing and would kill us."

"Smack!"

A loud slap instantly slapped Zhang Yadong's face, but the person who shot it was Zhuge Xuan.

I couldn't help but glance at each other with the fat man and peanut at this moment, needless to say, we must have heard that there was something wrong with Zhang Yadong's words just now.

"Hoodoo kills us all"

It seems that the fat man's previous guess was indeed correct, and these people did come down for other purposes.

"Are you crazy enough?" Zhuge Xuan suddenly showed an extremely fierce gaze. I don't know if Lu Dao was beaten stupid or scared stupid, anyway, Zhang Yadong stopped talking next.

Although the fat man and I were puzzled, we both knew that now was not the time to inquire about this. As soon as I turned around, I saw that Yang Lang's body was lying on the floor of the tomb.

The skin on its back was a meter or two long, and every time we crawled forward, the skin and flesh would drag the coffin behind it and move closer to us.

The movements of Yang Lang's corpse were ridiculously slow, but none of us were sure if he would suddenly pounce quickly.

The fat man turned his head to look at Professor Chen, "Professor Chen, you have to listen to me this time." ”

As he spoke, the fat man raised his pistol again.

This time, Professor Chen didn't stop it anymore. He just wrinkled his face with wrinkles, and looked at Yang Lang on the ground with trembling eyes.

Now, we have little other way than to get rid of the dumplings crawling on the ground. We were all silent, just waiting for the fat man to pull the trigger. But at this moment of extreme nervousness, Peanut suddenly said, "Wait a minute." ”

The fat man trembled nervously, turned his head and shouted: "Little brother, can you stop doing this." ”

Peanut pointed to Yang Lang's corpse in front of him, "Look at his left hand." ”

I followed the peanut and looked, and first found that Yang Lang's body had stopped. Its right hand was still reaching us, while its left hand, covered with black dots, was moving around on the brick slabs on the ground.

When I looked closely, I saw that its left hand seemed to be writing on the ground.

"It's drawing something." Zhuge Xuan also saw it.

We all craned our necks to see what it was drawing.

Yang Lang's left hand was already as brittle as a dead branch. Every time it scratches the ground, its fingers will be worn off, and a gray-white mark will be left on the ground.

It took two minutes before the hand finally stopped.

And what appeared in front of us was a man who was incomprehensible to everyone.

"Kim."

We were wondering what Yang Lang's corpse would write down the word "gold", but Professor Chen groaned violently, and then shouted at Yang Lang: "He can still write, Yang Lang, Yang Lang is still alive, alive." ”

We all reacted, and then, I saw Yang Lang's head covered with black spots tilted up and nodded slowly at us.

I can't believe that a person has become like this, how can he still survive. However, if Yang Lang was not conscious, he would not have written on the ground, let alone nodded at us.

As soon as Professor Chen was excited, he was about to rush over, but the fat man grabbed him.

"Wait a minute, we can't be sure yet." The fat man shouted.

Professor Chen was struggling, but the fat man didn't let go, how could he not pass.

The laughter in the coffin suddenly stopped, and those eyes turned to Yang Lang one after another. And it was such a flash of effort, and suddenly, a black thing came out of the coffin and pounced on Yang Lang's body like lightning.

I didn't even see what it was, and then, a black and oppressive thing rushed out of the coffin like a tide, and all of them lay on Yang Lang's body.

That's when I saw that it was hundreds, the kind of big black rats we'd seen before.

After those fluffy rats scurried onto Yang Lang's body, they began to frantically bite Yang Lang's flesh, and the scene was bloody and terrifying. In the face of the gnawing around his body, Yang Lang had no ability to resist, lay on the ground, stretched out his hand, turned his neck a few times, and stopped moving.

We watched with wide eyes and dumbfounded.

Looking at those black black rats, even Professor Chen didn't dare to step forward anymore.

In less than half a minute, the big black rats all scattered around the tomb, and on the ground, except for the coffin, there was only a pile of white bones.

The laughter in the coffin rang out again, and at that moment, I seemed to feel a powerless despair in my heart. The coffin in front of him slowly left the ground and began to float in the air again.

The yin laughter seemed to be full of ridicule for us people, which made people very uncomfortable.

The fat man scolded his mother, and suddenly rushed towards the coffin.

None of us reacted, and then we saw the fat man lift his right leg and kick the coffin hard in mid-air. I don't know if Lu Dao is because of his strength or what the reason is, after he kicked down, the whole coffin turned over in mid-air.

However, the coffin was still rising, and the speed was getting faster and faster, and in a blink of an eye it was on top of the fat man's head. Strangely, the coffin inside did not fall.

"I'll grass your ancestor!" As he spoke, the fat man pulled the trigger of the pistol on the inside of the coffin.

At this time, no one will say that he has damaged the artifacts. However, as soon as the fat man tilted his head and put down the pistol, we saw that a strange human face the size of a basin poked out of the coffin, and immediately met the fat man's eyes.

It was a very brief moment, and by the time everyone reacted, the coffin had disappeared with that strange face, leaving only the fat man standing on his back like a puppet.