Wu Xie is still there, still innocent

The blood corpse in my impression has only been seen in my grandfather’s notebook, and the blood corpse head that Poker Bottle used to carry, but this time I have seen the full version of the blood corpse, in fact, it is a red rice dumpling .

When the blood corpse sat up completely, I was still thinking, the coffin is so high, how did he get out, aren't the joints all hard?As a result, it was wrong for me to use ordinary thinking to think about blood corpses.I saw that the whole body of the blood corpse seemed to be angry, with two arms shaken, the whole coffin was shattered, just like a martial arts master who shook his clothes to pieces in a martial arts novel.

The blood corpse stood up, and I realized that he was actually taller than me. He was a little shaky at first, probably because he had been lying down for a long time, and then he stood still. I wondered if he couldn't feel me and me. Fatty's existence?

This breath started to hold back when the claws of the blood corpse stretched out. I didn't expect this thing to come out after a long time. I felt that my face was blushing and I couldn't hold it anymore.The fat man danced and gestured to me. Relying on the tacit understanding that I had for many years, I roughly knew what he meant by trying the blood corpse to confirm that someone appeared. Now we have not moved or made a sound, and we dare not take a breath. For a moment, this is never an option.

So the fat man knocked on the brick with his hand, and as soon as he made a sound, the head of the blood corpse turned to this side. The fat man quickly retracted his hand and stopped moving. not moving.

It seemed that I could hear the sound, and then I let go of the hand pinching my nose, and tried to breathe. The blood corpse was extremely fast, and I just took a breath, and he moved over very quickly, and I quickly held my breath. Breathing, in the dark, I can clearly feel that stench is right in front of me!

I wanted to tug on the fat man's wrist, signaling him to carry out the next experiment, which is to stand up and see if the blood corpse can be seen, but I couldn't catch it. Only then did I realize that the dead fat man actually attracted the monster while I was breathing. When I came over, I slipped to the other side by myself, cursing in my heart that I had no loyalty, and at the same time felt helpless. To the fat man, I was just a new acquaintance. Reasons to trust me completely.

Sure enough, it is reasonable for Poker Bottle to keep us from moving and not breathing. The blood corpse can feel the sound and smell, but now that the blood corpse is so close to me, I really have nothing to do. Everything I do is life-threatening of.

However, the fat man is not stupid, this tomb that cannot get out, unless he kills the blood corpse, or finds an exit, otherwise both of them will fall together.

I don't know from which direction a stone flew over. It hit the blood corpse's head fiercely and almost flew into my face. The blood corpse turned around and left. I was relieved, and my back was covered in cold sweat.Because I have been squatting all the time, my feet are numb, so I simply stood up, and the fat man also flashed back. It seemed that it was only a moment, and the blood corpse came back again. Why do I feel like this blood corpse is playing like a cat playing with a mouse? Have fun.

The fat man and I cooperated and ran in two directions holding our breath, when we heard a "bang", obviously the blood corpse hit the wall, and the fat man roared, "Little comrade, let's turn on the light, let's fight!" !"

I turned on the flashlight, and saw that the blood corpse had already attacked him because of the fat man's roar. The fat man was also a man of two strokes. He moved a big rock on the spot and smashed it at the blood corpse. The force was so great that the blood corpse was still staggering. After a while, I saw the broken coffin boards over there and bricks on the ground, and I thought of a way, "Fatty, I'll set up a mechanism, you hold it first!"

The fat man didn't reply, apparently he was so tired that he only had time to catch his breath and deal with the blood corpse.

Using coffin boards, stones on the ground, and gold and silver threads buried in the coffin, I made more than a dozen simple things similar to large slingshots in a short time. After putting the stones on, as soon as the thread was loosened, more than a dozen stones flew towards the blood corpse, and the fat man yelled cursingly, "Little comrade, can you aim and shoot again?" Apparently, one of them flew on him up.

The stones were all piled up by me. When the blood corpse came this way, I quickly changed a batch of stones and fired again, wave after wave. Even if the blood corpse is not afraid of pain, such a huge The impact also made him unsteady.

Fatty didn't stay idle even after recovering, and started to move stones to smash the blood corpse on the spot, attacking from both sides, listening to the sound of stones hitting the blood corpse was very refreshing.

I suddenly had the illusion that children were fighting, and only children were picking up stones to throw people at people. I didn't expect that after so many years, I picked up something as simple as a stone as a weapon again to deal with blood corpses underground.

But the stone is very heavy, not to mention this kind of attack without panting, I feel that my physical strength is a little bit behind, and my arms are obviously starting to feel sore. My current physique is a natural weakness that has not been refined and carefully polished. ...and there are not enough stones to prepare.

In the end, he simply became ruthless and flew over all the boards and stones, and the blood corpse finally fell down. Of course, it just fell down because it couldn't stand still, but that was enough. Pressed up.

I took a piece of wood and took the opportunity to smash the head of the blood corpse. No matter what kind of creature it is, the head is very important, right?

But the strength of the blood corpse is enormous. The fat man looked at me with a constipated face. Before I had time to comprehend what he was expressing, I saw his whole body flying out like a basketball. I ran in the direction where I was flying, only to see that the fat man knocked open the wall, or it wasn't considered knocked open, but hit the mechanism by mistake. Going to hug the fat man's thigh tightly, the two of them fell and turned over, but the blood corpse was not only strong, but also very fast. He followed the pace of our turning and grabbed my ankle with one paw!

Then I just watched the blood corpse follow us to another direction?Of course not, I'm not stupid either, I kicked the blood corpse fiercely at the end with all my strength, and then kicked the blood corpse back?Of course not, my body is still weak now, even if I kick desperately, it will only cause the blood corpse to be stuck by the reversing door...

Yes, it's stuck, and it's still only stuck with one head, which is very, very embarrassing.Even though the face of the blood corpse looks ferocious no matter what, I still think that if the blood corpse had any other expressions, it must be crying now.