The fat man struck while the iron was hot, and invited the merit: "The cinnabar is really effective, and the fat man can be regarded as having the merit over." "It's all burning eyebrows, and I'm not in the mood to talk to him, the oil slows down the flow because we keep throwing soil, but it can't just keep throwing it, no matter how slow the oil is, sooner or later it will burn over, and the oxygen in the cave is constantly consumed, I estimate, it won't last for twenty minutes, and we will have to finish playing."

The fat man was very vigorous in digging the soil, throwing it like a bomb, and I began to observe the environment I was in. This is the end of the second layer of the mechanism on the top of the Double Dragon, and it stands to reason that the person who enters the thief hole will inevitably hit the second thief hole and enter the main tomb below after entering the second layer safely, but now, the second thief hole has disappeared.

Was it because I was misguessing or was the thief hole secretive? Could it be that after the stuffy oil bottle hit the first thief hole, it didn't come down at all?

Just when I was trying to calm myself and almost think about it, there was a sharp and piercing sound from the cave, which was a kind of tiny sound like nails scraping the stone wall, which was extremely uncomfortable, and at the same time, the fat man behind me suddenly said, "There is a stone slab down there." ”

I heard him say this, and quickly turned his head sideways, at this moment I and the fat man were like two conjoined babies, the body shrunk in the corner and could not move, only the hands could barely plow the soil, and the position of the fat man's thighs, because he kept digging the soil, had dug out a shallow pit, and a black slate was exposed under the pit, and it seemed that there were traces of artificial polishing.

I continued to be responsible for blocking the progress of the oil, and the fat man dug the soil, and worked hard to dig out the slate, who knew that after digging for a short time, the fat man shouted: "Not good, this slate is pressed by them." ”

I looked sideways, and saw that the slab should be very wide, and the other side was still buried in the dirt, and I was sitting with the fat man, and if I wanted to dig it out, the fat man and I moved forward and made room for it.

But at this moment, the oil is less than two meters away from us, and the skin on my whole body has shown symptoms of roasting, except for the hair, the leg hair is all roasted, and the skin is red.

Finally, I gritted my teeth and said, "Throw the equipment, if we have any hard goods in our bag, take them out and see if we can smash the slate through." "We equipped the contents of the bag, after sharing some German beauties, there were not many, the backpack was flat, the fat man took the bag off his back and stuffed it in front of me, and I hurriedly rummaged through it for a while, the hardest thing was a small hammer for archaeological work, the head in front was only the size of a child's fist, but the handle was made of steel, very strong.

The fat man took the hammer and said, "Can this thing work?" ”

"How do you know if you don't try, practice the truth, hurry up." Then, I put the equipment bag on my chest, barely resisting the scorching, and then moved my body forward slightly, trying to facilitate the fat man's movements, and then there was a loud banging sound behind me, and the fat man obviously used his strength to feed, and as he moved, the plaster in the hole kept rolling down, smashing us all over the face.

The upper layer of plaster is above the oil, originally these oil can corrode the plaster, directly poured down, but may be due to the age, the corrosiveness of the oil is reduced, and the plaster is the longer the harder, so it has not been broken, but with the action of the fat man, the soil on the top keeps falling, I don't know when, maybe there will be oil poured down.

But at this moment, we have no choice, it is completely by luck, maybe there is a certain mechanism under this slate, maybe there is a passage under the slate, maybe we can't smash it at all, but in any case, it is not my character and the fat man to sit still, I ignore the dirt that keeps falling above my head, I frantically throw soil to extinguish the fire, the fat man smashes the slate hard, just when I am numb, suddenly, only listen to a bang, the fat man said happily: "It's through!" ”

I waited for me to come to my senses, followed by a sound that seemed to be a piece of tiles shattering, and then my ass fell into the air, and it fell violently.

The fat man seemed to smash the slate through it, and the whole slab cracked, and a large hole appeared under us, and as the hole spread, the inner wall of the second layer of the mechanism also collapsed, and the fire oil on it also poured down, and under the action of gravity, it fell down with the hole, and I could almost see the dark red liquid sprinkled above my head.

But the weight of the man was greater than the oil, so they never fell on me, and in the darkness I could see almost nothing but the dark red oil, and the only sound in my ears was the sound of the machine collapsing and the screams of the fat man.

With the experience of stepping on the air in the past, I thought that I would hit the ground in an instant, but it fell straight for several seconds without stopping, and people with a little common sense know that the few seconds in the process of falling are actually a long distance, and a person jumping from the top of a fifteen-story building is only five or six seconds, and I have not yet reached the end.

In the process of falling, I launched a fluttering hand and foot, but the hand suddenly hit a thing, it seemed to be a rope or something, at the moment I don't care where to go, why a rope suddenly appeared in this place, and immediately wanted to grab it with my backhand, but before I caught it, the rope actually wrapped around my wrist, and then pulled violently, my whole body swung up, at the same time, the oil also smashed down, but my whole person avoided because of a swing, but was not injured.

In the dark, I was hanging from a rope with one hand, and all in front of me was black linen.

In the air, it was almost impossible to be entangled in a rope with such an accurate head, but I immediately thought, could it be that the stuffy oil bottle saved me? Except that he has such skills? Who else can use a rope to the point of being supernatural?

I hurriedly shouted: "Little brother? Is that you? ”

What answered me was the fat man's wail: "Fuck, something, wrapped around the fat man's waist." "Listening to the voice, the fat man was not far from my feet, and he was obviously rescued, but as soon as he spoke, I felt that something was wrong, no matter how good the stuffy oil bottle was, it was impossible to save me and the fat man at the same time, right?

I hurriedly yelled at the fat man, "Is there a flashlight?" ”

"Where can I get a flashlight, I have a lighter in my coat, and you are still not there when you touch it." I hurriedly touched my large coat with my other hand, and in the bag inside, I not only touched the lighter, but also seemed to have half a pack of cigarettes.

This is not the time to punish him, I took out a lighter and lit it, and then the orange fire, the surrounding environment, suddenly made my scalp tingle, entangled me and the fat man, where is the life-saving rope, but a dark green rattan, with squirming leaves on it, isn't this fucking something on the Gada Oasis?

When I looked down, I saw that the fat man was at my feet, two people away from me, and a vine trapped his waist, and with the lighting of my lighter, he obviously saw his surroundings clearly, and suddenly, a pair of eyes seemed to jump out of their sockets.

At this time, in addition to the two that entangled us, there were countless vines hanging densely around us, and there was no top to see up, no ground to see down, and there was a void except for the firelight, and then I finally understood that in fact, this huge cave was not at all in the end, but when the tomb was repaired to the seventeenth floor, it was artificially sealed with a double dragon top and became the top of the tomb.

And if you want to make this Shuanglong Top, you must build up and down, and the construction passage is estimated to be the seventeenth layer of the tomb door, that is to say, if I and the fat man directly opened the seventeenth layer of the tomb, then it would be possible to bypass the Shuanglong top and directly enter the eighteenth layer, instead of falling from the top of the Shuanglong and being entangled by these ghost vines as now.

I finally understood why I couldn't find the second thief hole, and it must have been the stuffy oil bottle that came to my senses first, so after opening the first thief hole, I turned around and entered through the seventeenth layer tomb gate.

Damn, this time I was really going to be killed by the stuffy oil bottle, and I didn't know how to fill it up after a thief hole, with the lighter on, in the silent cave, there was a sudden sound of rustling, and then, the surrounding vines were windless and automatic, gradually reaching towards me and the fat man, and the vines wrapped around my arm also gradually extended, like a snake, slowly crawling up my arm, and the skin entangled by it was like being pulled by countless octopus suction cups, and the pain was terrible.

I was naked, not to mention a dagger, not even a nail clippers, except for the struggle of dangling in the air, there was no strength to fight back, and with the shaking, not only the place where I was entangled by the vines hurt, but the joints on my shoulders couldn't help but toss like this, and the pain seemed to be dislocated.

At this time, I suddenly heard the voice of the fat man scolding my mother, I quickly looked down, he was not as clean as me, with a dagger in his leg, and he pulled out the dagger to cut the vines around his waist, at this time, the vines next to him had stretched out towards us.

At this time, the fat man had almost cut the vines around his waist, I looked at the void under my feet, and suddenly thought that if the vines were broken, the two of us would continue to fall, and a puddle of scarlet meat mud suddenly appeared in my mind, and I just wanted to tell the fat man not to cut it again, but the vines around his waist had been violently loosened because of the pain.

My heart jumped to my throat, but soon, as soon as the fat man fell, another vine came up to grab food, but this time, it wrapped itself around the fat man's neck.

I immediately thought of the golden operator, my scalp exploded, my eyes widened, and I stared at the fat man, but now, I had no way to save him.

The fat man's neck was entangled, and his face suddenly leaned up, his body could no longer resist, his eyes were bulging, his face was red, his forehead was bruised, and his body was like those hanging corpses, staring at me, unable to say a word.

My head banged, tears almost flowed out, the vine wrapped around the neck with great force, in a few moments, the fat man would die, and I had no way at this time, even my own hard work, the surrounding darkness, quiet and weird, almost impossible to have any turnaround, this feeling of watching my brother die, but powerless, almost made my whole person crazy, I couldn't care about the sharp pain in my shoulder, and struggled violently.

Soon, the vines that came over were wrapped around my legs, crawling up like a snake, the parasites in these vines obviously couldn't wait, where I was crawled by, the flesh and skin were in sharp pain, and became bloody, and at this moment, a mutation occurred, a figure swayed over, because the light of the lighter was too weak, and it kept shaking, I barely saw the figure clearly, only vaguely saw a pitch-black overhead, and then, the figure swung back, but at the same time, the fat man was gone, All that remained was a severed vine.

I didn't have time to savor what was going on, and then a sharp pain in my thigh came, and I finally couldn't help but scream. These insects pick the most tender part of the meat, in addition to the thighs, even the stomach is the first to suffer, I can't see what I look like at the moment, I just feel that something is eating my meat, bite by bite, although each bite is not much, but the pain, but people can't help but want to kill themselves.

My brain was paralyzed by pain, I couldn't think about anything, the only free hand desperately picked up those vines, the lighter was also taken off, in the dark, thinking of the corpse of the golden operator, I almost despaired, and a word flashed in my mind: retribution.