I highly doubt that Boss Sun was frightened out of his mind by something with disheveled hair, so he had to go and knock on the bowl to summon the spirit.
The sound of clanking, clanking, and bowl knocking resounded endlessly in the tomb passage of the ancient Dian Kingdom.
Ancient relics and modern porcelain bowls are the transition and collision of the times.
The seven, seven and forty-nine strokes were completed quickly, and what was puzzling was that no movement was heard from behind.
I asked loudly: "Have the torches not changed?"
No reply.
"can you hear?"
Still no response.
My heart suddenly thumped, something must be wrong if something goes wrong!
Just as he was about to turn around and return to the team, a message suddenly came from behind: "No, the torch has not changed at all!"
This is the voice of a fat man.
But it sounds so weird. . . .
"Lao Cao, come back!" The voice got closer and closer, and the fat man walked in my direction.
I was shocked and angry. Avril Lavigne couldn't control the situation for even half an hour?
The fat man didn't bring any weapons or equipment with him and came empty-handed. This is very different from him who always never leaves his hand with a gun.
"Where's your gun?"
I asked, walking around his body and looking behind him.
"Harm! I left it for them to defend themselves. Although Long Wu's knife is fast, the bullets are more reliable!"
The fat man swayed, deliberately blocking my view.
I turned on the wolf-eye flashlight and shined the flashlight on him. He used his hands to cover himself in an extremely unnatural way.
Suddenly I noticed that this fat man's eyes were wandering and he didn't dare to look at me at all.
I asked him: "What are you hiding from?"
"What are you taking pictures of? Turn it off!"
"Answer me!" I noticed that his face turned pale and I immediately asked, "Take your hands away to show your shame?"
I stared at his neck carefully and was surprised to find that there was no piece of ancient jade close to his body.
He just took it off and gave it to me personally. After I rejected it, I watched him put it back on. There was no mistake!
But before I had time to ask, the fat man in front of me suddenly used a brute force, pushed me away and ran straight forward, and let out a roar like that of a wild beast.
Out of instinct, he immediately chased after him and shouted: "Old Sun, what happened was the one in front, stop running away!"
But after catching up for more than ten steps, I found that he was no match for this fat man. His fat body was like a cunning rabbit. I had never seen him with such speed before.
He immediately thought of the bowls and chopsticks he was carrying, and hurriedly started tapping them again, not caring about the original frequency in his panic.
Clang clang clang.
There was a sharp knock.
The knocking sound made the fat man in front of him stop suddenly. Due to the long distance, the surrounding darkness had already swallowed up the light of the wolf-eye flashlight.
I vaguely saw him turn around, and found that his mouth was opening wider and wider, so exaggerated that it was like a python swallowing something, larger than his entire face, and then it seemed like two huge fangs were sticking out.
I stayed where I was, as if I had returned to the nightmare of the corridor in the tomb of King Longquan Jing in an instant. The scene he saw before his eyes seemed to be a continuation of that nightmare.
I don't know when I stopped banging the bowl in my hand. As soon as the crunching sound stopped, the "fat man" quickly ran away.
I was left stunned, and the bowl I had knocked so many times was left behind.
Seven, seven, forty-nine, one more, one less, or less will bring horrific consequences.
The knocking was too urgent just now. I only know that it was close to more than forty times, but I don't know how many more times it is.
Seeing that the rescue of Boss Sun failed, what else could he fart on his heel and get himself involved?
A sudden inspiration made me realize that I might be encountering the same danger that Boss Sun encountered.
There must be some kind of secret drug in the place you just passed by, which can make people enter the fantasy without knowing it. In this hallucination, they will immediately encounter what they think is the most terrifying nightmare scene.
Boss Sun might have suddenly seen something pale and disheveled, and he was so frightened that he lost his mind.
Thinking of this, my brain became even more uncontrollable. I subconsciously thought not to think blindly and not to think about the most terrifying scenes. But the more I thought about it, I found that scenes of hideous and terrifying scenes were surfacing little by little, and they were getting closer and closer to me. Coming closer.
Suddenly a hand slapped on my shoulder. This hand was wet and I could feel that it was not big. I suddenly realized that my ultimate nightmare was coming!
That was a rare playmate of mine when I was a child. No one knew why he went into the river alone that day and flopped around. When the next wave of people came, he pierced with a sharp thrust and directly pushed up a soaked and white corpse. come out.
His eyes were wide open, he was naked and wrinkled, and his mouth was suddenly open, as if countless resentments were blocked in his throat.
The man who stabbed Mengzi was so frightened that he choked on his saliva for more than ten times. He was like a fat duck with broken wings, flopping and screaming in the water. His voice had already become ridiculous, and he wanted to roar out all the fear from his body.
And I was the one squatting on the shore, the first person to look at each other in the air with the dead body that floated up.
I didn't scream at that time, I just felt that the tendons in my legs were twisted into a numb ball. I wanted to run away, but I didn't obey my orders.
The corpse's mouth was open, and so was mine. His face was as white as freshly washed flour. My face was already pale, as if all the excess paint had been smeared on my face, and time seemed to freeze in an instant.
The little friend's desperate flopping caused waves in the water, and the corpses were rippling in front of his eyes.
I remember very clearly that one of the two arms of the corpse was bent upward and frozen, and the other was hanging underwater.
And this little hand on my shoulder right now, could it be...
I didn't dare to think about it anymore, but my neck slowly twisted back uncontrollably. My brain wanted to escape from fear, but my heart and body wanted to overcome the most terrifying nightmare.
Split personality is on the verge of breaking out.
Like a robot about to lose power, I mechanically twisted my neck, and a wet human face appeared in front of me. It was an all-too-familiar face. He was still that age, and his eyes were still so wide.
"Qin Xiaokai!"
I cried out his name.
More than ten years later, the memory of him just being fished out of the water is still fresh in his mind!
He was stunned by my shouting, and slowly retracted his arm. I looked down at him, and water was dripping all over his body. His short, thick hair was full of water droplets, dripping on his face, and gathering into dense and small " "The river" flows freely on that pale neck.
The whites of those eyes could not be seen, they were dark and opened blankly. He twisted his neck and made an extremely discordant rattling sound, as if he was recalling my identity.
It was so real. That cold and thin body was standing in front of me, and there was no way it could be related to the illusion.
Being stared at like this made him feel hairy all over, and he couldn't help but take a step back, but this step became the flash point that angered him.
His mouth was wide open, his tongue was covered with black mucus, his empty eyes suddenly became vicious, he stretched out his hands without nails, and rushed towards me to bite me.
"Qin Xiaokai" turned white all over and rushed towards him like a white lightning, but what was more dazzling than him was a flash of lightning not far behind him!
choke!
The sound of Wujin's sword being drawn out has been deeply ingrained in every reaction nerve in my mind. The harsh sound of drawing out the knife is unmistakable!
The dark night is mixed with lightning, and the knife is as sharp as the wind. Who else could it be if it weren't Long Wu Geng!
Before I understood what was going on in front of me, Qin Xiaokai's figure had disappeared. I lowered my body and groped hard, and I couldn't find any trace of water.
After blinking hard, I suddenly realized that I was rescued by Long Wu with his sword.
Long Wu was taciturn, his face was as dark as water, and he said coldly, "There was a low black figure standing in front of me just now, but he disappeared as soon as he drew his sword."
I excitedly touched his face and finally felt relieved after confirming that he was a real person and not an illusion.
Long Wu raised his hand and pushed me away, preventing me from touching it any more. At the same time, he asked me to continue knocking on the bowl four times.
He raised his hand just now, a seemingly random action, but it suddenly made me discover a fatal problem, and my brows instantly knitted into a knot.
His knife hand is wrong!
Long Wu was poisoned in his left hand. Normally, he would always be holding a knife in his right hand, with his left hand hidden in a black glove.
But at this moment, it actually changed the direction!
