Wu Xie is still there, still innocent

I couldn't help but swallow my saliva, have all the zongzi become fine these days?Unexpectedly, he didn't know when he lay down on the fat man's back to hide himself.I took two steps back cautiously, the one around the fat man's neck should be the under-adult little zongzi, right?The way it circles the fat man's neck is almost the same as the way it circled the ankles before.

I guess it might be the same as the hair ball before, shrinking in the jar, but the appearance of the hair ball attracted all the attention, so I ignored it, so what is it doing now?Looking for a sense of presence?

Fatty obviously realized that he had provoked something terrible, so it was difficult for him to shrink his thick neck carefully to prevent the rice dumpling from being broken by him, which was much weaker than his ankle.

I turned my head to look at Poker Finger, and Poker Finger's expression was not very relaxed, which made me hang on and never let go.

"Brother, can you use Zongzi language to negotiate with this little Zongzi?"

Poker-Face gave me a strange look, then shook his head. I thought about it. People are divided into black, white, yellow, Chinese and foreigners. Zongzi also has the difference between blood corpses and white hair. The oil bottle can speak blood corpse language but not white-haired rice dumpling language.

After wandering for a while, looking over again, the fat man almost begged, expressing his anger softly, "I said little ancestor, can you make the life of the fat man a priority at this time..."

I nodded, "Fatty, don't worry, I will definitely collect your body."

Even though that is the case, there is really nothing we can do about the current situation. It is impossible for Poker Ping and I to leave on our own, but because of the current situation, it is impossible to act rashly. Even though the fat man has a thick neck, that is also human neck.Zongzi is a thing with great strength.

Just when the two sides were at a stalemate, a creepy voice came from the depths of the tomb.This sound is very harsh, I don't know how to describe it specifically, it's like the sound of a blackboard being wiped on the blackboard, the sound of friction is harsh, and it's like the sound of fingers rubbing glass, in short, it makes people feel uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts comfortable voice.

But the zongzi that had been hiding behind the fat man suddenly poked its head out and turned to the depths of the tomb. I only had time to take a look at the young and shriveled side face of the little zongzi. At this moment, a piercing sound came from behind me. Come on, when I realized it again, the little zongzi had already been nailed to the ground by the blade of the black gold ancient knife through half of its head.

Fatty suddenly looked like a lump of Xiang who couldn't stand upright, his body went limp, and he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "Brother, thanks to you, Fatty's life..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Poker Bottle, "Shut up."

The fat man may have been rescued by Poker Bottle, so he was exceptionally obedient.

The voices in the depths of the tomb continued, and I thought about the warning from the blood corpse, maybe it was also signaling something, but instead Poker Bottle took a flashlight and shone in.

In this situation, I don’t think I will be surprised no matter what I see. There may be a coffin or a new type of monster in the dark depths. However, when I look over with the light, I am dumbfounded. of.

In the depths of the dark tomb, there is nothing.

Instead, it made me feel even more scared.Because that voice is still there.

I picked up the flashlight that belonged to me and looked around. It was indeed empty. There was nothing in this tomb. It was just... like an extra space for no reason.

Once I had this idea, I couldn’t let it go, although I know this idea is too nonsensical, how is it possible, independent space or something, this is not science fiction.

Judging from my unlucky physique for many years, it is likely that I have encountered some serious trouble again, I tugged on the arm of Poker Bottle, "Brother, I think we should get out of this ghost place quickly, there is a road leading to other places." Is it the local authority?"

Poker-Face shook his head, and took a few steps in with the flashlight. I thought to myself why I didn't even take the knife, so I turned around to help Poker-Face get the knife, but found that the little rice dumpling was standing wobbly. Get up, obviously, there is still half of the head on the ground, how did it do it?

But no matter how it did it, what I need to know most right now is how I can get rid of this zongzi, which is obviously coming for me.

Backing to the wall is tantamount to self-determination. At first, I thought about simply rolling in the direction of Poker Face, but now Poker Face doesn’t know if he has found anything, so I can’t disturb him. When Zongzi rushed over, he turned slightly sideways, punched Zongzi's other half of the head with a backhand punch, but Zongzi took the opportunity to bite my hand and wouldn't let it go. From a tricky angle, he kicked Zongzi's abdomen.

This was violent enough, I shot out all the liquid in my body, plus I didn't know if it was brain matter in my hand, it was disgusting enough.

But the zongzi was completely paralyzed on the ground because of this, and I took a break, then took a spare bottle of water and washed it with my hand, it was so disgusting.I also thought that a rough old man like me can't bear it. If Xiaohua came, I would probably go home and take a shower right now.

After resting for a while, I found that Poker Fase was still watching, so I asked aloud, "Brother, what's the matter?"

The sound is still going on, this kind of sound is not loud, but it does not stop, from time to time, which makes people feel uneasy. I scratched my hair, and was disturbed by this sound, especially, the person who made the sound The source is unknown.

I don't know if it's a monster or a mechanism, or, in this empty space where Buddhas don't belong to the world, maybe this kind of sound doesn't belong to the world?

With his back facing me, Poker-Face stood quietly for a while, and then took two steps into the depths of the tomb, as if he was following something, and he must have discovered something.

"Brother?" I got up and wanted to help Poker Finger, but hesitated after standing up, I was afraid that I would get in the way, after all, compared with Poker Finger's force value, I am the kind of serious drag.

Poker-Face shook his head, and gestured with his back to my hand, meaning that I should not follow. I stood there for a while, wondering if I should be obedient. At this moment, I suddenly realized why the fat man is so Quiet, at least he is Captain Mojin who has experienced a lot of wind and waves, so he won't be so scared by a little rice dumpling that he can't get over it now, right?

I turned my head to look at the fat man, only to find that he was just sitting on the ground, motionless, staring straight at the depths of the tomb.