Chapter 45 The villain copper plate

Wu Xiaoxie listened to the heavy breathing coming from above and quickly pushed himself into a smaller ball.

Even if he couldn't see it, he could still feel that the ghost was stretching its long neck to peek into the pit. The end had already drooped into the pit and was extending downward bit by bit.

Ruined!

Wu Xiaoxie wailed in his heart, holding the dagger and tensing his body, ready for the final battle.

Just when the whirring sound was about to approach his head, he heard a tiny "whoosh" sound, and a brilliant fire suddenly exploded in front of his eyes.

The ghost couldn't adapt to the sudden bright light. He screamed and immediately retracted his neck. Then he heard two gunshots, and Wu Xiaoxie felt some warm liquid being sprinkled on his face. , the sudden bright light stimulated him and he couldn't open his eyes. His physical reaction got better after he shed tears.

He squinted his eyes and touched the liquid on his face. It was sticky. When he brought it up to his eyes, he saw that the red liquid was blood!

Ignoring the discomfort in his eyes, he quickly raised his head and looked up, only to see Lao Itch standing on the edge of the pit holding a pistol, grinning at him.

"Old itchy!"

Wu Xiaoxie cheered. It was really a great blessing in life to be rescued by an acquaintance at such a critical moment of life and death. He was so touched that he just wanted to hold Lao Itch and cry loudly to vent his fear and fear. .

"Come up quickly." Lao Itch squatted down and hung the rope by the pit, calling Wu Xiaoxie to come up quickly.

Wu Xiaoxie wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, grabbed the rope and climbed up, while Lao Itch also pulled hard on it.

Climbed up quickly.

Before he could stand firmly on his feet, he was so shocked by the tragic sight in front of him that he almost fell back into the pit with a scream.

Damn, what kind of monster is this?

In Wu Xiaoxie's only knowledge, there is no species that can name the thing in front of him.

The ghost thing that attacked him had a long neck like a plesiosaur, covered with fine scales, and its head looked like a skinned human head. In some places, you could even see the rotten white bones and ears. There are two dark holes. The most important thing is that it actually has a head of thick and long black knotted and sloppy hair. The nails of its four dry claws are as sharp as the awls on the soles of its shoes. The flesh all over its body is shriveled. The atrophy clings to the bone without a trace of skin.

At this moment, its dim eyes were wide open, and its big, ragged mouth was open. The lips looked as if they had been sewn together with a needle and then torn open by themselves. The meat skewers were drooping, and the thinnest part of the long neck was called the old one. Itch was badly beaten with two bullets, and blood dripped all over the floor.

What made him unbelievable the most was that this monster that looked both human and inhuman actually had abdominal muscles!

Damn it, is this monster a human?

As soon as he saw that thick long hair, Wu Xiaoxie inevitably thought of the fear of being dominated by the forbidden woman in the undersea tomb.

That experience made him have a psychological shadow on long hair for a long time. Every time he took a shower and rubbed his hair, he was afraid that his hair would suddenly grow longer and then hang down and strangle him.

Muyu was concerned about his mood, so every time he came to see him, he would tie his hair into a ball, or put on a hat and tuck all his hair inside. Miraculously, the hair was loose but would not fall off.

Ahem, the topic went off the rails.

Let's get back to the topic. Wu Xiaoxie studied the monster carefully, but couldn't find any clues. What was outrageous was that he also found that there was a bronze plate on the monster's abdomen, which was deeply embedded in the flesh, and was then used by Lao Itch. The knife dug out.

Wu Xiaoxie took a closer look and saw that what was engraved on the plate was a group of stick figures holding hands in a circle, with an oval egg in the middle.

I don’t know if it is an egg. This picture is too simple and there is no follow-up. It is difficult to infer the meaning contained in it.