[Bottle Evil] The Old Mansion's Strange Story

I reached out and wiped it. It wasn't rain, but something slippery like water.Gradually, there were some thin and broken sounds, which came from all directions in the tomb.

We raised the flashlight and looked around, and things began to flow out of the holes where the bronze chains protruded.

The fourth child was surprised: "Sand?" The fat man cursed: "Fuck, it's quicksand!"

The entire tomb immediately seemed to be poked into a sieve, and fine sand was continuously poured down from all directions. For a while, our ears became the rustling sound of sand sliding and accumulating.In the tomb, it became a scene of heavy "rain".

Quicksand is a common mechanism in ancient tombs, but it is usually on the top of the tomb, which makes it difficult for tomb robbers to dig out the hole and enter the ancient tomb.But there is also the kind we are encountering now, which continuously flows into the tomb, and when it accumulates to a certain thickness, we will be buried alive in it.

The quicksand can't be stepped on. Even if we all climbed to the higher bronze coffin, if the amount of quicksand is prepared as in the tomb, it is only a matter of time.

There are too many openings, and the flow of quicksand is too great.

Soon, a shallow layer was laid under our feet, and we kept dodging, standing in the small gap between the sand streams, and constantly blocking with our hands.

The fat man said: "I said little brother, you old man, hurry up and recall how to get out of the exit. If this continues, the brothers will be buried alive. This way of dying is too fucking aggrieved!"

Poker bottle looked at the surrounding walls, frowning.I thought he had been very calm before, and he probably didn't expect quicksand to come down.Moreover, this kind of mechanism must have been triggered once by the figure in the past, and there is no reason to recycle it, unless someone restores the mechanism again.The person left in this tomb is a human figure. Is it possible for him alone to clean up the quicksand in this tomb and restore it.

I said to Poker Finger: "What's the matter, quicksand is the last mechanism here?" It doesn't make sense at all, if it is quicksand, if it buried the entire tomb, the figure should definitely die, let alone use it to kill other people Lose.Could it be that when the Zhang family turned around and opened the tomb, the sand sprayed out buried them?That's even more unreliable, as long as an opening can be opened in the tomb, the mechanism will be cracked.

Unless, I suddenly thought, the deadly mechanism here is not quicksand at all, there is something else waiting for us.

Thinking of this, I looked around again. Many holes no longer flowed sand into the tomb. There were only a few with small sand flows, as if the faucet was not turned tightly, and it was getting thinner and thinner.

"Stop?" The fourth child let out a long sigh of relief.But Poker-Face suddenly lowered his head and looked at our feet. I looked along and felt that my eyes were blurred for a moment. Why was there a white mist around our feet.

But I immediately realized that this scene was so familiar, I heard the fat man and the fourth child both coughing.

This kind of fog is just like the strong alkali fog in the Zhang family's ancient building.Only this time, it rose from the ground.

Poker bottle looked at us, his expression suddenly changed, I knew something was wrong, there was nowhere to run now.And I felt a burning sensation on my face and the exposed skin. I thought of the face of the figure, and my heart sank. Is this not just inhaling into the lungs and burning the lungs, but also fucking disfiguring?Now even if we go out, we will all become like silhouettes, so don't make fun of anyone.

But after thinking about it, although the figure was disfigured, he did survive. If it was a strong alkali fog, he couldn't have escaped it. Even the little brother almost died at that time.Sure enough, the burning feeling didn't get worse, and I took a few breaths, and I didn't feel my lungs being burned.

Looking at the fat man and the fourth child again, I found that their faces were getting a little red and swollen, and I was shocked.

No, I'll be fine, and neither will Poker, because we have one thing in common with the silhouette: blood.But Fatty and the others didn't.

These thoughts were in an instant, and Poker Face thought faster than me. He pointed to the two sarcophagi on the ground, and said to the fourth child and the fat man, "Hide in!"

All four of us rushed forward.These two sarcophagi are relatively high, and the inside has not been invaded by the fog for the time being, so we can only hope for it.But when I looked inside, I was dumbfounded.

"Damn it, there's sand in it!" If the fog was caused by the reaction of the sand, then it's not safe here now.

But Poker-Face pushed the fourth child and pushed him in directly, saying: "Only the sand is not fatal, hurry up, it will be too late!"

Of course we all believed what Pokerfing said, so the remaining three joined forces to close the coffin lid.

At the moment when the coffin lid was about to close, the fourth child suddenly grabbed me and said, "Old Wu, you have to figure it out, there must be an exit!"

I already have some clues about the things he has been hiding all the time, but now he is really useless for analyzing the situation. I hummed, and he finally gave me a very horrified look. I looked down at him and had to say: "You I'll wait honestly, don't sleep, think about your daughter-in-law and second uncle."

In fact, I have no idea. There is not much air in the coffin, and I don’t know if the fog will seep in. At this time, I just do my best and resign myself to fate.

"Buried" the fourth child, and the fat man immediately jumped into the other one. He obviously thought of the blood problem, covered his mouth and nose, lay down, and said, "Don't be careless, I'm waiting for you two to open the coffin to save our husband and wife." Two, don't let your fat man really turn into a rice dumpling!" Their coffin is a couple's coffin, and only Fatty is there, so they can still have a joke at this juncture.

I patted him on the shoulder. The fat man has a good mental quality, so there is no need to say anything.And fortunately for Fatty, we only pried open the coffin lid and did not remove the coffin lid. Poker-Face and I finally pushed it back and closed it.

I was in a complicated mood, and I still had the feeling that I buried the fat man with my own hands.I think of Pan Zi, and I can't let him become the next Pan Zi.

I gasped, the white mist had risen to my knees, but avoided the wound on my thigh.Poker Bottle grabbed me and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

I shook my head, it seemed my blood had worked this time.How long it might last, I don't know.

Poker-Face nodded, suddenly stretched out his hand and drew out the long knife, then held it backwards, and stretched out his other hand.I am very familiar with this posture, I said anxiously: "What are you doing!"

The Poker Bottle was too crisp and neat, and it had already been scratched on his newly scabbed palm, and blood oozed out.

He glanced at me and said in a low voice: "I need some blood." Then he suddenly stretched towards my face, I couldn't hide, he wiped my nose and mouth, I was sure I smelled blood .Then Poker-Face turned around and covered the coffin where the fat man was with the palm of his hand, on the gap in the coffin lid, and began to smear his own blood on the gap.It may be to seal the coffin with blood to prevent the mist from seeping in.

"You..." I thought of him always caring about the wound on my leg before, so I was at a loss for words.

I also pulled out the white dog's leg and followed his example and cut one on my hand. Poker Face looked up at me.I thought what to look at, your self-harm skill, I learned it a few years ago.

I went to the fourth child and wiped the cracks in his coffin.At least for now it works, hopefully it saves him.

Work started on both sides, and it was done quickly. Sure enough, the white mist surrounded the coffin, but there was no sign of intrusion.I yelled at the coffin twice: "You two hold on, the temporary isolation is successful."

I don't know if those two people will smell blood in it, but if they can smell more, I said to myself, it is "precious blood" after all.

I suddenly thought of Human Shadow. Although he hated the Zhang family and this bloodline, in the end, it was Qilin blood that saved his life.

Many of the things we hate are the very things that make us who we are.Of course, the reverse is also true.This is probably the so-called good luck tricking people.

This point, I am not surprised, Poker bottle is even more so.

Now we have a time when the coffin air is exhausted, to figure out how to get out.But I saw Poker Finger's appearance, which seemed to be right, so I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come here, wipe some too."

When Poker-Face came back, I raised my hand to wipe his face, but he didn't hide, I looked funny, touched his thin lips that were stretched into a line, but couldn't laugh again.

Poker bottle pulled my hand, shook it, and stared at me carefully again.

I laughed out loud now, and said: "It works, don't wipe it away. I can't die either, my blood somehow got your true inheritance."

Poker-Face hummed, and I thought about what he said just now that only sand is not fatal, so I asked him, "What's the matter with this fog? Has the quicksand fogged up?"

Poker bottle said: "This is not quicksand, it's sand mantis."

Kill Aunt?I also killed his grandfather.I had never heard of it, but I was surprised when I knew it was a bug. I immediately used a flashlight to shine a light on the white mist. Sure enough, if I looked carefully, there seemed to be many small flying insects in the white mist.

"What sort of insect is this?"

Poker Bottle pulled me to the coffin bed under the bronze coffin. I glanced at the figure lying on the side. Of course, there was nothing wrong with the figure. The white mist also avoided him, especially the wound on his leg.

Poker-Face pointed at the coffin bed, and said to me: "Go up first and then talk." He also glanced at the figure, and said: "Your blood is not stable, if there is something wrong, tell me."

I thought to myself, what can I do if I tell you, put me in the fat man's place?I don't want to breathe out his breath.I couldn't laugh or cry: "It's indeed unstable, but generally the heartbeat speeds up, and it works when the body temperature rises. Should I do somersaults now?"

Poker bottle ignored my joke, and said in a deep voice, "I can save you."

I smiled.

I know, I nodded.