"Fatty, are you all right?"

I stood up and patted the dust off my body.

"It's okay, Brother Li, come and see!" The fat man's echo came.

Fortunately, he was not stoned to death.

Retracting my thoughts, I hurriedly walked to the side of the tripod and carefully watched the giant tripod falling from the sky.

But this thing looks big from afar, and it's bigger up close.

I'm afraid it's more than five meters tall.

An Ruoran also took out the magnifying glass in her bag at this time and looked at Juding carefully.

"Judging from the texture and details, this tripod has a history of at least 1,000 years."

As soon as he heard this, the fat man slapped his thigh violently.

"If this is sold, my brother will be free to direct wealth."

"Hey, I never dreamed that this trip would be so rewarding."

The fat man couldn't close his mouth anymore, and I couldn't bear to break his illusions.

Such a big thing, pull it out with a dream?

An Ruoran beckoned to a few other people, and a few people who were stunned walked out of my cinnabar circle.

Those people who were still alive were like little chicks, hiding behind them, and I almost thought they were dead.

But if it can make a difference at this time, it will not be in vain for me to save their lives.

Walking to the side of Ding, several people looked carefully.

"Seems to be a sacrificial item?" One of them said.

An Ruoran frowned.

"What Ding is not a sacrificial item? I'm asking you to explain what this is, not for you to come here and talk nonsense. ”

This woman is a little real, as long as she sees that the other party's ability is not good, she immediately throws her face.

After all, they all went to the grave together, and their lives were tied to a rope.

I hurried up to play the round.

"Okay, since you know it's a sacrificial item, then ......"

Before I could finish my sentence.

Suddenly, there was a gurgling sound inside the ding.

It's like water is boiling.

But the sound was extremely slow, not like the churning of boiling water.

Could it be that something inside is making a sound?

After seeing the screams of female ghosts, this grunt is not so terrifying.

Everyone glanced at each other, as if they all wanted to see what was inside the ding.

Even those veterans showed expectant expressions.

Seeing that they didn't speak, I pointed to Ding.

"You can't see anything out there, you know what I mean, right?"

After my reminder, An Ruoran pointed directly to one of those old hands.

"You climb in and take a look."

The man was stunned for a moment, and looked at An Ruoran with a hesitant expression.

"Why, why did I go?"

The man didn't seem to have recovered from his horror enough to ask such a stupid question.

"I paid you to come, are you just standing on the side and watching the play?" An Ruoran asked rhetorically.

I looked at the man and looked at him, he was in his early forties, and his face had many signs of age.

The body is relatively thin, but it is not malnourished, but lean body.

His hands caught my attention, and his fingertips and nails had turned into clubbing.

It seems that there is usually a lot of digging soil. Without more than ten years of inverted bucket experience, it will definitely not become like this.

It is enough to make a veteran of inverted fighting with such experience scare what he is now, which is enough to see the weirdness and horror here.

At the same time, I can also understand why the fat people refused to accept An Ruoran's invitation to come here.

If it weren't for the curse on my body, I wouldn't have come to this hellish place.

Retracting my mind, I walked over to the man.

"Brother, go up and take a look, if anything is wrong, I'll save you."

I patted him on the shoulder.

That's the only guarantee I can give.

And when he heard my words, his eyes became firm.

Maybe it was my performance that made him understand that I was a man worth entrusting my life.

But in fact, I don't have a bottom in my heart.

I can only promise to do my best in my heart.

Watch him slowly climb up.

My eyes were always on him.

Although they behaved very unprofessionally just now, they are all human beings after all, not consumables.

As I watched, he climbed to the edge of the ding.

Watching him slowly stand on the edge of the edge, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief in my heart.

"What's in there?" The fat man asked.

"I can't see clearly."

"Take a closer look!"

The man put his head into the ding.

Suddenly, I don't know if it was a slip under his feet or what's going on, he planted his whole body directly inside.

But the strange thing is that although the man fell into the ding, he did not let out any screams.

There was no sound either.

What's going on?

Everyone looked at each other and lay on the top of the tripod together, wanting to hear if there was any movement inside.

However, there was no sound at all in Dingli except for the sound of gurgling.

"Did you find out? This grunt, it seems to be faster than just now? The fat man said suspiciously.

Faster than just now?

The fat man reminded me, and I noticed it too.

Now it's more like liquid churning.

No, it's more like the gurgling sound of cooking food.

What's inside the tripod?

"Brother, can you hear me?" I shouted as I patted Ding.

Saving him was a promise I made to him, so I was naturally very anxious.

But no matter how much I slapped and shouted, there was no response from inside.

I turned my face to look at the fat man.

"Or ......"

Before I could finish my sentence, someone suddenly shouted behind me.

"Look!"

Following the direction of his finger, we hurriedly looked up.

I saw a hand on the edge of the ding.

But on closer inspection, there seems to be something strange about that hand.

It seems that white smoke is constantly emitting, and at the same time, you can vaguely see the white bones on your hands.

Just when I was amazed, the owner of the hand came out of the ding.

There was a muffled thud and it slammed in front of me.

I looked closely, and it was the person who had just flipped into the ding.

By this time, most of his body had rotted, and his body was constantly emitting rancid white smoke.

He looked as if he had just fallen into a pool of sulfuric acid.

Just one glance at the whole body will make people's scalp tingle.

The fat man and the others hurriedly rushed over and surrounded the brother.

The fat man examined the injuries, while the others kept asking about the situation.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"What's in there?"

"Brother, are you alright?"

……

Everyone asked in a gossiping voice.

But the brother's vocal cords appear to have been damaged.

His eyes widened, and his mouth was wide open and he pointed at the big ding.

But he couldn't make any sound.

I was about to go up and ask.

Suddenly, the huge tripod began to shake.

The ground shook with it.

As Dading shook, a black viscous liquid suddenly splashed in front of me.