Now it's troublesome, seeing that success is imminent, but it is blocked from this step! I couldn't help but feel anxious, so I had to use all my strength to rush up and shout a few times, hoping that the lion's head above could hear it and come down to help me.

It's just that the hole is very deep, and the air flow in the hole is up, and the wind is whirring from above, and I shout from below, and I may not be able to hear it from above. I shouted a few times, but I didn't hear a response, and I was trying to find another way, when I heard a clanging sound, and something slipped all the way down from it.

After looking closely, it turned out to be a shovel, but it didn't fall to the end, and it was hooked by a raised sharp stone stuck on it. I was glad to think that the fat man had heard it, so I turned back and climbed up, and took off the shovel. With this shovel in hand, I finally have some tools to take advantage of.

Take it and pry the coffin board. The black coffin was made of eighteen copper nails, and after prying for a long time, it did not move at all, and it tossed for a while, seeing that the time passed minute by minute, and he only sweated profusely. When I was anxious, I heard a loud bang from above, like the sound of some metal object hitting a rock.

I turned on the flashlight and shone it up, and I saw a fat butt facing down, slowly moving down. It turned out to be the fat man with the lion's head, who had tied the iron cage with a rope, and was slowly climbing down the rope with his back behind him.

As soon as the fat man stepped on the ground, his feet were weak, he sat on the ground, and said with a pale face: "I haven't gone down such a steep hole for many years, and I almost took my fat life!" ”

I was really a little surprised to see that he could go down to the cave, but I didn't have time to say anything else at this time, so I greeted the fat man and hurriedly went to pry the coffin board together.

Although this fat man is quite weak, the strength at hand is still greater than that of my little child, and the two of them worked together to finally pry the lid of the coffin open.

I saw that the coffin was covered with a white cloth, and the cloth was bulging, faintly in the shape of a human being. In the mezzanine on both sides of the coffin, a crimson powder is spread, which exudes a slightly pungent smell. That's red nitrate. The third uncle once told me that for doctors, red nitrate is an extremely violent medicine, and the red one kills fiercely, but in our industry, red nitrate is used as a pure yang to ward off evil spirits.

"This body is all in the coffin, why is it still covered with a shroud?" The lion's head stretched out its neck and looked inside, which was very strange.

Don't talk about him, I wonder too. I was about to reach out to remove the shroud, but suddenly remembered that at home before, when Qingzi went upstairs, she said, "Do you think this method is too simple, wait until you find the burial pit", and her tone was a little cold. I thought she meant that it would be difficult to find the grave, but now that I think about it, it doesn't seem to be necessarily.

I couldn't help but be horrified. Since this burial pit is the eye of the fire and blazing situation, it is the weakest point and the strongest point. Hurriedly called out the lion's head, asked him to hold the shovel tightly, and as long as one was wrong for a while, he didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and then he would shoot down with a shovel first.

The fat man made a white face and gave a vigorous "um", but I noticed that his hand holding the shovel was shaking slightly. At this time, he didn't care about anything else, grabbed the shroud and lifted it.

When I saw the corpse lying inside, I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. This turned out to be an old acquaintance, the boy who was sent over by the family surnamed Pang, wearing a shroud.

Earlier, the lion's head hurried over to tell me that the little white-faced sister and brother-in-law were on the way to transport the boy, the car was destroyed, the two were bitten to death, and the child's body was missing. At that time, we suspected that the boy's corpse had changed, and the boy's death was probably inseparable from the couple.

I never thought that I would see this child corpse again in this burial pit. This is a corpse, the fucking bull's nose surnamed Chen is so vicious that he actually let him catch this same corpse and use it as a burial pit. In this way, even if someone is lucky enough to find this burial pit, they will have to be bitten to death by this evil child corpse!

The lion's head screamed, and his face turned pale with fright. My face was also pale, and before I could run back, I saw a figure in the coffin turn out.

The lion's head was probably frightened, and although he held the shovel high, the shadow swooped out too quickly, and when he took a shot with the shovel, it was empty. I saw a flower in front of my eyes, and I only smelled a smell of corpses, and I was immediately thrown to the ground and rolled on the ground.

The thing was shorter than me, but its strength was so strong that a pair of cold, hard hands wrapped around my neck, and I couldn't even breathe.

As soon as he looked at him, he saw the boy's small white face, black lips, and four pointed and long fangs under his lips. I grabbed his shroud behind his back with my backhand, trying to tear him off of me. But this thing is so strong that it has a dark face, and its mouth bites at my neck.

I didn't have time to think about anything, so I sent my head up hard, and suddenly slammed on the door of his head, and with a bang, it hit the stars in my eyes.

His legs wrapped around the boy's corpse and wrangled him, and he immediately rolled around him.

I didn't even have time to call for help, and the corpse bit down again, so I had to do it again, and hit it with another headbutt. But this evil child corpse is basically copper skin and iron bones, and a few random knocks are like tickling at all, but I will faint for a long time after I eat this bump.

can only pester him, desperately rolling on the ground.

Fortunately, the lion's head finally came to his senses, grabbed the boy's corpse by the collar and pulled it out to stop him from pounced. As a result, the shroud was so bad, and I don't know which black-hearted store made it, and it was torn to pieces all at once.

The corpse of the boy had no resistance, and suddenly opened his mouth and bit down. I relied on it, and I didn't even have time to use the mallet again, so I simply squirted out a mouthful of Longyang blood that had bitten the tip of my tongue and held it in my mouth.

The face of the ghost thing in the middle of the question, suddenly asked, a smell of burnt skin and flesh. Long Yang's blood is the blood of pure yang, and it is the most restrained yin, and the place where the blood splashed on the face of the child corpse suddenly seemed to be sprayed with sulfuric acid, and it instantly corroded a piece.

It's just that for this ghost thing that is already in trouble, my little mouthful of dragon yang blood is a drop in the bucket at all, unless I can directly cross a mouthful of dragon yang blood into her mouth like I did with Liu Nan's ghost girl at the beginning. But in the face of Liu Nan at that time, I dared to do this, but I didn't dare to do this boy corpse at all.

It's not because this child corpse is more terrifying than the ghost girl surnamed Liu, but this thing can bite, and Liu Nan can't.

"I'll grab his hair and grab his neck!" Taking advantage of the fact that this ghost thing was burned by Longyang's blood, I yelled at the lion's head.

The fat man was finally quick to react, rushed up and grabbed the thing's hair, and pulled it back with all his might.

"Work harder!" I yelled. The fat man's eyes were red, and he roared, and simply moved forward with his left hand, clamped its neck, and threw it back.

I only felt that my body was light, so I freed my hand at that time, and immediately opened the bag, and saw the white head of the child's corpse, suddenly turned weirdly behind my back, opened my mouth, and bit down on the fat man's round neck.

My eyes were fixed on the ground without blinking, my left hand propped up on the ground, my body jumped up, and my right hand took out something from my bag, from the bottom up, from the heart of the child, straight through the back. The corpse of the boy was motionless for a moment, and the four sharp fangs were only a fraction of a millimeter away from the fat man's fat head and neck.

Only then did the fat man let out an earth-shattering scream.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and fell back to the ground with a thud, and lay there without even half a finger moving. The lion's head howled there for a while, and at last he found that his fat neck was safe and sound, and when he saw that the child's corpse was motionless, he stopped howling, kicked the corpse aside with trepidation, and ran over to see me.

Seeing that I was fine, he also let out a sigh of relief, fell to the ground, and asked me, "That ghost thing won't get up again, will it?" ”

I shook my head and said, "That's not for sure." "But after all, my heart is still very steady. Because what I used to pierce that child corpse was nothing else, but the Qinglong Town Devil Nail that I brought out of the ancient tomb in Southern Xinjiang!