We were staring at the clothes at a high place, and the head on the clothes suddenly turned silently and smiled at us. Although I and I were shocked, we were not confused.

It is said that evil spirits cannot turn around. The walls of the rich man's house are specially designed to block evil spirits and ghosts. The halls in the back hall are full of stone walls. At worst, they can deal with her a few circles. Anyway, it is daytime outside, so I don't have to worry about running away. Thinking of this, I took out a black donkey's hoof and shouted: Master Hu invites you to braised hoof today, just take a braised hoof, guys. He raised his hand and threw it at the head in the dark.

The black donkey hooves that specialize in zombies and evil spirits flew over from mid-air with a strong wind; as soon as I tried my best, the wolf eyes held by the other hand were difficult to stabilize. As soon as the light shook, the top of the hall was immediately covered with darkness. A loud noise in the darkness sounded, and a large object fell down, falling on a wall of murals beside the stone tablet where I was.

I hurriedly shone the flashlight to see what evil spirit it was. When I looked closely, a half-worm man grinned on the wall of the mural, it turned out that it was not the red witch suit. The womb is twice as big as when I just left my mother's body. They were forced back to the gourd cave by insect-proof drugs on the Lingyun Tiangong and the spiral plank road, but I guess the several layers of the broken insect paths in the King's Tomb complex were mainly targeted at rats and ants, and they were old and would not have much effect on such large wombs. They have adapted to these smells.

At some point, this man slipped into the hall and hid in the dark place to take the opportunity to attack. However, when he rushed over, he just hit the gun. He was hit by the black donkey that I threw over and smashed the evil ghost and fell on the wall of the mural.

The black donkey hoof I carried with me was found by the swallow in Inner Mongolia. I have been with me for more than a year and it is almost the same as an iron ball. I accidentally hit the man's left eye, which made his eyes concave, and a lot of green water flow out, and hissing in pain.

I used my wolf's eyes to look at the man on the wall of the mural, but accidentally saw another set of clothes hanging from the top of the hall behind it, and the style was also very strange. It should be a leather armor belonging to the ancient southwest barbarians, and there was also only armor and there was no corpse inside; and this armor did not even have a head, only a cow horn helmet, and it was impossible to see if there was a head in the helmet.

It seems that there is more than that red witch robe in the back hall. I don’t know how the owners of these costumes are doing. Eighty percent of them have been killed by King Xian to sacrifice to heaven.

But I didn't want to think about it carefully. The one-eyed man at the top of the mural wall had already jumped from mid-air to the Sixteen-fourth style in his hand and shot it from mid-air. The fat man below immediately caught up and added a few shots.

The fat man looked up and shouted to us: There are still many others coming in, they are sure that we can speak and continue to pull the trigger. The dark palace was immediately reflected by guns and bullets.

He said to me: They must remember the smell on our body, so they chased us relentlessly. However, the growth of these guys must be related to the special environment in the gourd cave. They will not live long after they leave their nests.

I was in a hurry to get the submachine gun from the stone tablet, so I climbed down the stone tablet and said to the fat man: While they are not large, they will be eliminated as soon as possible. Close the portal of the short corridor of the back hall immediately. Since large insects will not survive for too long under normal oxygen concentration, we can just hold on for a while.

There were about dozens of wretched people sneaking into the palace while we were not prepared. Although there were not many, they were not small in size and it was difficult to completely eliminate them for a while, so we had to deal with them with the scattered stone tablets and paintings in the palace. The reason why there were no large numbers of people coming in was probably because the rest of the body had not yet grown and could not resist the medicinal properties of the insects in the palace, but this was only a matter of time.

The fat man and I leaned against each other, shooting and killing the people who rushed over. The fat man took his busy schedule and said to me: Commander Hu, we don’t have much ammunition, so we have to take a little rest.

When I heard him say there were not many bullets, I felt a little anxious. The Chicago typewriter I was holding lost its correct head. A man who had just been bitten by the bullet was shot three times on the back and rushed into the shooting corner behind the wall of the mural. The bullets behind me were nailed to the wall, causing bricks and dust to splash.

I wanted to kill one of the fewer ones, so I kept chasing and turned around the inside of the mural wall. The seriously injured man was squatting on the cover of the black cauldron and staring at me fiercely, opening four big mouths, howling to vent the pain of being shattered by the big-caliber bullets, and the endless resentment of the female slaves filled with the poisonous blood flowing in its body.

When the injured man saw me, he immediately became crazy and used both limbs to support the cauldron cover and rushed towards me. Its power was surprisingly great. With this support, the cover of the black copper cauldron was pushed back from the cauldron. Behind me was a mural wall, which was difficult to dodge, but I knew it was very fierce that the opponent's attack was fierce and fierce, and he concentrated all the remaining energy in his life on his mouth, and was preparing to die with me.

I didn't dodge, and I wanted to close it in mid-air with my gun. Unexpectedly, when I pulled the trigger, the bullet stuck at this time. I was really afraid of anything. Although this American equipment was sharp, it was old-fashioned. It was rare to get stuck until now. I wanted to reverse the stock to hit the slut, but it came quickly and violently. There was only a foul odor at the end of my nose, and the strange mouth with the swaying teeth of the palate limbs and flesh teeth hit me.

I had to lift its neck, but I didn't expect that the other party seemed to have great force, and the force of the attack did not diminish at all, knocking me to the ground. I took advantage of the force of the attack and kicked it backwards. The attack's head just hit the wall of the mural, and a large piece of black blood immediately left on the snow-white wall.

Seeing that the man was still not dead, I wanted to step forward and smash his head with the butt, but I heard a heavy metal rolling sound from behind, as if a huge wheel was crushing towards me from behind.

I thought to myself that where did the train come from? I didn't dare to hold it up, so I quickly turned over and hid to the side. The cover of the huge black cauldron rolled over to my back heart. The man who had just struggled to get up from under the mural wall hit the edge of the cauldron cover. With the sound of a muted sound of watermelon falling from the upstairs, a large amount of black blood splashed out from the entire mural wall. It was smashed into a pile of insect mud by the thick cauldron cover. The head was already shrunk, and it merged with the cracked place of the mural wall. It could no longer tell where the head was and where the wall was. Only the forelimbs were still spreading and shaking constantly.

As the saying goes, he shot himself in the foot. This person must have been killed in his previous life. He just rushed over and bit me. He was actually rolling around on the ground by the cauldron cover that it kicked open, and finally rolled onto its head.

The gunshots in the hall were still ringing. The fat man and the largest ones who had already dealt with more than ten of the squids were killing the remaining ones. Seeing that I was temporarily safe, I took a breath and pulled out the drum and retreated the stuck shell. He almost ruined his life.

Then he stood up and wanted to help the fat man and the others, but as soon as he got together, he saw an indescribable scene. The six-legged black tripod that had lost the cover of the tripod was covered with white pieces, all of which were naked. Judging from the body, there were men, women, young and old, and there were seventeen or eighteen.

These corpses were piled up in the white solidified oil, and the oil was as transparent as the skin, so they looked like they had been made into wax corpses. The blood on the corpses was bright and I thought to myself: It seemed that they were right, and they were indeed the cauldrons that boiled the corpses and sacrificed to heaven. These corpses were probably the owners of the strange clothes on the roof. Perhaps they were the most identifiable people among the Yi people captured by King Xian, and the relatives of the Yi king.

As early as the Xia and Shang dynasties, there were records of using cauldrons to cook people to worship the gods of heaven and earth; and the person being cooked could not be an ordinary slave, otherwise it would be considered disrespectful to the gods. It seems that King Xian died before he held his ritual of stepping on the dragon and climbing to heaven, so this big pot was not useful.

I wondered again about the ghost's smirk in the corner of the palace just now. Do you want to stop us from opening the cauldron? Is there any shameful secret in this cauldron, even if there is a female corpse, her butter and fat and blood, I feel nauseous when I think about it. Who is fucking interested in seeing you?

The corpses of these barbarians were strangely dead and made into this look. I really didn't want to take a look at them anymore, so I wanted to turn around and leave. I thought about leaving, but before my feet could move, I suddenly felt a burning air flow coming out of the black cauldron. The six beasts under the cauldron were like six fire unicorns, facing the inside, and spewing out six pillars of fire from their beasts' mouths. The black surface on the cauldron immediately burned violently when they encountered the burning of fire. The corpses in the cauldron were wrapped in flames and hot oil, and quickly began to melt. A strong smell of refining was permeated in the hall. This strong smell made people vomit.

The six-legged black cauldron turned into a big fireball at this moment, and the blazing flames reflected the entire back hall. I saw more than a dozen sets of different clothes hanging on the top of the hall, all of which were different, and the clothes of these ancient people did not seem to be prepared for living people.
Chapter completed!