I half-knelt on the ground, waving the torch left and right.

Several corpse rats that were about to pounce were forced back by the blazing fire! Even if there were fish that slipped through the net, I used my paratrooper knife to deal with them.

At this moment, my eyes were red with blood, and I roared and blocked Wang Yuanchao in front of me.

I have thought about countless ways to die, either one day dying of illness in the hospital, or one day dying of old age in an antique shop.

But I never thought that I would die here fighting with Fatty Wang Yuanchao.

I suddenly felt that I was no longer incompetent, no longer a drag, and I could be a hero once before I even died. This life was worth it!

"Fat man, are you afraid of death?" I grabbed the bloody paratrooper knife and chopped off the head of a corpse rat. The smelly blood splashed all over my face, making half of my face extremely hideous.

"Who is not afraid of death? But what else can you do if your ass is on fire? Just go all out and do the damn thing." The fat man also started to fight hard. He grabbed the wood in the bonfire and smashed it everywhere, hitting everything around him.

Sparks burst out randomly, and the burned corpse rats all chirped and screamed.

"Okay, okay, fuck him." I laughed.

It is said that people are at their most powerful when they are not afraid of death. At this moment, Fatty and I exerted almost 200% of our fighting power, and the black group of corpse rats we killed caused a commotion.

I don’t know how long it took, but I felt like I was covered in blood before Wang Yuanchao shouted: “Ding Dong, fat man, get down!”

Without thinking, I lay down on the deck subconsciously.

Wang Yuanchao was holding a cigarette in his mouth, wearing a vest, and his eyes were filled with the look of a soldier.

But when he saw him lighting up the wine bottle in his hand, he slammed it into the group of corpse rats. A large fire dragon more than ten meters long suddenly pulled out from the group of corpse rats, burning the little beasts and making them scream in agony.

It is not uncommon to use wine bottles as incendiary bombs. As early as the former Soviet Union, guerrillas used this simple incendiary bomb to deal with enemy tanks. The Soviets also gave this weapon a name:

Molotov cocktail.

In addition, the two bottles of wine in Wang Yuanchao's hands are both home-brewed liquor in rural areas. The alcohol content is quite high. Once ignited, it will be a fire!

In an instant, the entire bow of the ship was bathed in a fire, and we could clearly see the corpse rats squeaking in pain one by one. They instinctively wanted to escape, but their fur was on fire, and there was nothing left.

Can you escape?

This scene made Fatty and I couldn't help but shout: "Relieve our anger!"

However, at this moment, bursts of harsh wind chimes sounded around again, and the wind chimes rang very rapidly. Hearing the bells, the remaining corpse rats seemed to be under a spell by the sound, and they avoided the bow of the ship regardless of life and death.

Fire dragons are outflanking us from both sides.

"It's the damn ringtone again." The fat man cursed.

"Yeah, it must be this damn bell that's causing trouble! I guess the corpse rats wake up, sleep, attack, etc., all under the command of the bell." I analyzed.

The three of us fought and retreated, and when our shoes were about to run away, we finally arrived at the very front of the bow.

Now the whole ghost ship is either rats or fire, and our only hope is to jump off the ship.

"Quick, jump off the ship." Wang Yuanchao shouted.

"Okay!" I grabbed the fat man and jumped down with my eyes closed.

Wang Yuanchao took a long drag on his cigarette, threw the last wine bottle and cigarette out, and rolled off the boat quickly.

The wine bottle hit the army of corpse rats that was heading towards it, and instantly a ball of fire burst into the sky at the bow of the ship. The entire ghost ship was like a fireworks display, and all parts of it began to explode.

Unexpectedly, this antique that shocked both China and the world, the mechanical ship that the great inventor Ma Jun spent half his life researching, was destroyed today by three of us prodigal sons...

If Ma Junquan knew about it, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood.

But we can’t control that much, and it’s important to escape now. The boat originally drove all the way up the creek, but now the creek has disappeared inexplicably, and the boat is stuck halfway up the mountain. The three of us jumped directly to the middle of the mountain.

, regardless of the darkness around him, he burrowed into the mountain.

The few remaining corpse rats that were not burned to death ran away when they saw us abandoning the ship, and they all chased us with ghostly spirits.

The speed of the corpse rat is quite fast, and it can travel several meters in a blink of an eye.

The anxious fat man yelled: "Damn it! Why aren't these dead rats finished yet?"

The three of us suffered from the lack of weapons in our hands, so we could only crawl into the darkness desperately. As the fat man ran, he picked up stones on the ground and threw them behind him. However, the speed of these corpse rats was too fast, and we didn't run very far.

We were overtaken by them, and since they were the surviving elite, we couldn't stop them even if there were only a dozen of them.

Moreover, the teeth and claws of these mice are very sharp, and they will bite out big holes as soon as they touch the shoes.

In the panic, I was bitten with a big gash on the back of my hand, which caused me to scream and show my teeth.

The fat man's buttocks were also bitten twice by the two corpse rats that jumped up. Two bloody holes were immediately opened in his big pink pants. The anxious fat man scratched at the two corpse rats with both hands, trying to crush the two corpse rats to death. But then

The corpse rat was extremely agile and jumped far away with just one swipe, making Fatty furious.

Seeing that the fat man was like a lamb caught in a pack of wolves, I felt anxious and wanted to hold up a lantern to illuminate him, but suddenly I realized that something was wrong with the soil under our feet.

How do you say this? Generally, there are woods and weeds on the mountainside, but here there is no grass. Moreover, the color of the soil is different from that of the yellow soil. There is a trace of blood red in the soil ash, which is obviously artificial landfill.

.

What's going on?

My mind moved, and I suddenly thought of something. I quickly shouted to Fatty and Wang Yuanchao: "Everyone, watch your steps. There may be a trap halfway up the mountain."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "boom", and the fat man couldn't stand the torture with corpse rats crawling all over his body. He jumped around, and then the whole person sank without any warning.

Wang Yuanchao and I were so frightened that we wanted to pull the fat man away, but we didn't expect that the ground beneath our feet was also collapsing. I cursed in my heart, damn, I had just escaped from the circle of corpse rats, and we were trapped again. It's really

Bad luck.

Then the three of us fell down solidly!

Fortunately, this pit is not deep, only two or three meters, and there are no knives or hidden weapons down there. The fat man and I just fell a little suddenly. Except for our knees being bruised a little, there were no other serious problems. Wang Yuanchao was already beheading and falling.

Several corpse rats have arrived.

Fatty and I rubbed our eyes, and after the dust around us dispersed, we began to look at the underground space in front of us. Unexpectedly, what came into our eyes was a small, half-open iron door, which allowed Fatty and I to see clearly.

Startled.

The fat man didn't even bother to disinfect his butt, and said with bright eyes: "Grandma, isn't this the tomb that the fourth girl led us all the way to find? Hehe, I didn't expect to find it so easily. This is terrible.

I really searched all over the breasts but couldn't find them, it took no effort to find them! Fatty is going to make a fortune this time."

I saw that the fat man had no ink in his belly and still insisted on pretending to be a cultured person, so I laughed and scolded: "Touch your sister's breasts! It's like walking through iron shoes and finding nothing. It takes no effort at all."
Chapter completed!