"You forgot one thing. If you go further, there will be flying snakes, many, many flying snakes." Gu Qingcheng also joined the ranks of verbal criticism. No one can ignore the important horror element of "flying snakes", gun bullets
The power of the snake is always extremely limited in front of the snakes. Even if it is a failure, the price paid may be more than a dozen good lives.
The tiger scratched his hair and smiled weirdly at me: "I'm sorry, but what I said may not convince you. There are no snakes in front of you, let alone flying snakes. Even the most common five-step fall on the Sichuan-Tibet border, the bamboo leaves are green.
All the snow and moss were flying on the grass. Xin Xin and I walked to the edge of the cliff opposite the round stone house, and from beginning to end, we never saw a single snake."
Uncle Wei turned around in shock and stared at the tiger's face: "Are you kidding?"
The intercom rang: "Uncle Wei, everything is normal up front. The two sides of the passage are shrinking, exactly like what we saw when we came here."
Uncle Wei pressed the switch and ordered word for word: "Watch the ground carefully. If there is any sign of the stone pillar rising, withdraw immediately at full speed."
Our car has been moving forward slowly, and now we have arrived in front of the stone wall.
"I'm not joking, and I don't have that kind of interest. However, I now swear in the name of the 'God of Tigers' that everything Xiang Feng said is true. If there is any falsehood or concealment, I am willing to suffer the punishment of having my bones broken and my marrow sucked out." Tiger.
He placed his right palm across his chest and swore solemnly.
The "Tiger God" is the worship totem of his clan, and this poisonous oath is even more serious.
Uncle Wei was worthy of being a traveler. He immediately reached out and slapped himself on the forehead: "My friend, I am serious. I just put forward my own opinions for everyone to discuss. With your identity, why do you need to swear an oath? We will definitely believe it.
Your words."
Tiger turned his face away from the car and ignored Uncle Wei's soft words.
"There are no snakes? How is it possible?" I was confused for only a few seconds, and then I immediately thought, "Could it be that Tang Xin is covered with poisonous insects, and all kinds of poisonous effects make the snakes in the tunnel stay away from each other and dare not show up?"
This was probably the only answer that made sense. Gu Qingcheng's little finger lightly scratched the palm of my hand a few times, and it was the words "Poisonous Tang Xin". Our thoughts overlapped closely again.
Among the known poison masters in China, no one can compare with the Tang Sect in Shuzhong. Tang Sect disciples have been with poisonous insects and poisons since childhood. Subtly, their bodies have absorbed enough toxins.
They will only lie dormant and run away obediently, and will never dare to rush out and attack.
Tang Xin is a master who has practiced the "Hundred Deaths Divine Art" and is probably invulnerable to all poisons.
Gu Qingcheng smiled bitterly and lowered his voice: "The only answer?"
I nodded. Apart from that, there is no more reasonable explanation. Unfortunately, there is no one like Tang Xin in our team who can calmly repel the poisonous snake. Therefore, there will be a tragic battle next.
The battle between man and snake.
"Uncle Wei, we have reached the end of the passage. Here is a trumpet with a height and width of only three meters. There is still a dark passage over there. What should we do? Do we want to continue moving forward?" The voice on the intercom was a little impatient, theirs
The car was going too fast, and within a few minutes it reached the edge of one of the five-pointed stars.
Uncle Wei ordered without hesitation: "Keep moving forward and report at any time."
I think he underestimated the enemy a little too much. After all, with limited manpower, the troops should be concentrated more closely and act as a group instead of being dispersed pointlessly.
When the car arrives in front of the stone wall, and a few meters further, it can enter the third corner of the five-pointed star, which is the correct route mentioned by Tiger.
"Hehe -" the little red devil laughed, taking advantage of the tiger's sluggishness and lack of time to control him, he slid out of the car window lightly, jumped up with a forward roll, walked around the car, and walked towards the stone wall.
"Feng, I'll pry some raw coal out as a souvenir, don't worry." He held a golden short knife in his hand, which kept flashing with brilliant golden light, and made a naughty face towards us in the car. At this moment, he
He was standing in a huge dark background. From top to bottom, from left to right, everything was pitch black.
Gu Qingcheng took a deep breath: "Feng, I have an ominous premonition, hurry up, call him back -"
I reacted as quickly as possible, leaned forward, grabbed the steering wheel and turned it half a turn clockwise. As the front wheels of the car turned, all the light beams immediately shot towards the red devil and the stone wall. Light can dispel darkness and even more.
The fear in human hearts is just like the fire of Prometheus in the myth that reborn the world.
"Little guy, don't touch those things, come back quickly!" Uncle Wei leaned half of his body out of the car window and shouted anxiously.
The golden light reflected from the short sword instantly forced Gu Qingcheng to narrow his eyes and murmured a bitter smile: "What a precious sword."
The red kid got out of the car, drew his knife, and spoke. It only took a minute. When he was smiling and raising the knife to slash at the stone wall, a heartbreaking roar suddenly came from the intercom: "Oh my god, what is that?"
——”
Uncle Wei was stunned for a moment, and involuntarily turned around and looked at me as if asking for help. The hand holding the walkie-talkie trembled slightly.
"Help us, help--" A strange "hissing" sound drowned out the cry of the team member.
"It's the movement of countless venomous snakes entangled and squirming, and the snake cores are swallowing, right?" The tiger's pupils began to shrink, and he stood up and looked towards the passage where the jeep disappeared. As an expert in wilderness exploration, his judgment was extremely correct.
"Drive, catch up with that car!" I woke up within three seconds and gave the order to the driver.
The driver remained motionless, curled up in his seat, took his hands off the steering wheel, and shook his head vigorously: "If I don't go, what's in that hole? What did they encounter? I don't want to die, so I won't go."
These words can probably represent the aspirations of all mercenaries.
Uncle Wei waved and ordered the third car to catch up: "Go after that car and see if there is any possibility of saving people?"
No one obeyed the order. The six people in the car sat quietly, hugging the submachine guns in their arms more and more tightly, turning a deaf ear to Uncle Wei's words.
The "hissing" sound on the walkie-talkie became louder and louder, but no human voice was heard anymore, let alone the gunshot.
Uncle Wei's face was livid, and he drew his gun angrily: "You are all deaf, go quickly, or I will shoot you one by one."
Still no one moved. The six of them looked forward sluggishly as if they were truly deaf.
"Forget it, Uncle Wei, I'll go." I don't want the team to start fighting again when a crisis comes, and the expedition will be unable to continue.
Gu Qingcheng opened the car door for me and patted my forearm gently: "Feng, I wish you good luck!" But he had no intention of accompanying me.
I got on the third car, and all the team members had already escaped automatically. Only a plastic Mickey Mouse pendant tied to the car key was swinging. Everyone was looking at me, but they all took action without exception.
The posture of running away at any time for fear of getting into trouble.
"Hey, Feng, I'll go with you. At worst, we'll end up together." The little red devil strode over and stood in the light beam in front of the car, holding the golden short knife in his hand. With his weak body, he followed rashly
In the past, it seemed that he could not be of much help, but this fearless arrogance was better than Uncle Wei, who was full of martial arts.
I didn't want to say anything, turned the key, and the engine roared to life.
Gu Qingcheng's face was hidden in the darkness, and her expression could not be seen. I suddenly missed Su Lun very much. Maybe there will not be another girl in the world who can fight for me with blood. Only she can do it.
, but she is missing now. If I had not been stranded in Fengcut Temple because of Guan Baoling, but had been with her, she probably would not have disappeared.
My face suddenly started to feel hot, and I realized how ridiculous I was at that time. I was so blind that I couldn't see the forest, and I missed the girl who was most passionate about me.
"Miss Gu, if something happens to me, please take the people forward and help me find Su Lun." In my heart at this moment, the image of Su Lun is getting bigger and bigger, occupying every space in my mind.
The red kid jumped onto the passenger seat and looked at the people in the car on the side with disdain: "Hey, if we get back a car full of golden treasures, please don't rush up to grab them, okay? I get scared when I hear snakes.
In this case, why don't you all get out and go home as soon as possible, it will be safer to hide under the quilt."
He picked up the intercom on the bridge and laughed mischievously at Uncle Wei: "Haha, you will hear my cry for help soon, remember to come and save us! Otherwise, even if I turn into an unknown evil ghost under the snake's kiss, I will
I will never let you go."
I kicked the accelerator, and the car started slowly. The light beam moved laterally on the black stone wall, and finally pointed deep into the entrance. From this position, only the flat black ground could be seen.
"Wait a minute, I'll go too." Kaku jumped out of the car, walked over steadily, climbed into the car, and grabbed the rapid-fire machine gun.
The red kid turned back to look at him, shut up obediently, and stopped making sarcastic jokes.
Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains and walking in the mountains with tigers is the real brave man. Kaku's joining made me feel a little touched. As a professional gunner, he should be able to keep his mind calm and discern the situation clearly, and there is no need for it.
Help me. At a critical moment, a foreigner can stand on the side of justice with full understanding of justice, but his Chinese compatriots are "resourceful" and choose the path of wise self-preservation. This cannot but be said to be an unfunny black humor.
The car was moving forward at a low speed in first gear. I controlled the steering wheel with only my left hand, and my right hand hung on my thigh, so that I could draw my gun at any time.
The red kid lowered his head and fumbled with the switch on the control panel. The record player started working, playing a song called "Yesterday Again" by Carpenter. The deep and melodious melody immediately changed the atmosphere in the car, and he was following along.
Melody swayed her body, kicking the car door with her feet to beat the beat, making a "papa" sound.
"Unexpectedly, you still have a good knife hidden?" I stared forward, and from the corner of my eye I glanced at the golden knife on his knee.
"Can this be considered a good knife?" He held the handle of the knife in both hands and held it in front of his eyes.
"I have a Japanese friend who is a good swordsman. He once mentioned that in 1955, mainland China forged a batch of 'Generals that killed a hundred men', and they were only awarded to those who had made great contributions to the country's search for energy. It is said that that
Only 108 swords were made, which was borrowed from the allusion of the 108 generals in Liangshan. Each sword was engraved with the name of the Tiangang star or the earthly evil star, and was added during the casting process.
A peculiar aerospace material that can cut iron like clay. I wonder what words are engraved on the handle in your hand?"
Tulong Dao has a comprehensive understanding of famous swords from all over the world. When we were together, we often drank and discussed knives, which benefited me a lot.
"It has no name and no glorious history. Most of the time, I will use it to sharpen pencils or simply use it as a woodcutter. If you like, feel free to take it."
He handed the knife to me, and a red-scaled golden dragon on the knife disappeared and appeared, with the dragon's head facing the tip of the knife, looking ferocious and fierce.
I read it right, it is one of the "Generals Killing Hundreds of Men", and it has a very high price in several major auction markets around the world.
"Famous swords only choose their owners, why would I want your sword?" I like knives, but this one is not suitable for me.
The light beam pierced the darkness mercilessly, but the darkness was never-ending, like a stagnant mist, everywhere. I glanced in the rearview mirror, and the car that Uncle Wei and the others were riding in had disappeared.
In the space at the center of the mountain, there were only three of us, a car, and Carpenter’s singing.
"Will we die?" Kaku's English is not very fluent and his tone is stiff.
"Yes, why not? Everyone is likely to die, it just depends on whether it is heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather." The red kid huddled on the sofa, touched a tactical fighting knife discarded by the team members, and weighed it in his hand.
With.
Kaku stood upright, and the machine gun in his hand rotated at an angle, rubbing against the stainless steel bracket below, making a strange "squeak" sound, which made my eardrums sting like being pricked by an embroidery needle.
"You Chinese always like to say nonsense. I just want to ask Mr. Feng, is that shadow moving at high speed in the sniper scope a human or a devil?" He is serious. Snipers are very withdrawn.
I'm not in the mood to joke with the little red devil.
"That's a human." I'm 100% sure.
"A person? A person who moves dozens of times faster than a luminous target?" Kaku expressed his doubts cautiously. It seems that he is a pragmatic person who will not blindly deny what he has seen with his own eyes, and will never
Don't follow what others say.
"I can only say with certainty that it is a person. Perhaps for some unknown reason, she has reached the state of being able to move instantly. This world is inherently mysterious and unpredictable. Humans can create a weapon that can kill within two kilometers with one strike.
Of course, a sniper weapon must allow someone to escape this kind of killing, right? Natural selection, grass grows and orioles fly, and nothing on earth will escape the category of natural selection."
This is my only explanation, because in the concept of Qinggong among Chinese martial arts masters, the movement technique of "thousands of miles in an instant" only exists in theory, but there is no authoritative written record.
"Next time I see her, I hope she has good luck and can escape the net of three hundred bullets." Kaku slapped the bullet belt depressedly, and the steel core bullets collided with each other, making a terrifying swishing sound.
The red kid stared at the machine gun with great interest, and smiled thoughtfully: "In front of a real master, you may not even have a chance to shoot. I advise you to hide under the canvas with a gun."
Next, wait for the right moment before jumping out and shooting. However, is it wise enough for a sniper master like you to actively give up your own strengths to defend against the enemy?"
Kaku frowned and thought for a few seconds, then suddenly slapped his head and grinned with thick lips: "You are right, we Nepalese have a proverb, a dog that bites does not bark. I hid,
You can snipe silently, or you can suddenly jump out and control the machine gun to fire barrages. What a great idea, a great idea. Thank you, little brother!"
He pulled out a large piece of canvas neatly stacked in the carriage to cover the machine gun. He sat in a corner of the carriage, carefully checked the sniper rifle in his arms again, and made an "ok" gesture to the little red devil.
, pulled the canvas and covered himself.
The red kid whistled proudly and asked me sideways: "How is my commanding ability?"
I can't answer. If that weirdo wearing a mask appears again, between Kaku and the other party, only one of them will survive smoothly. A true master will not engage in meaningless confrontations. The moment he appears, it will be a shocking, life-and-death showdown.
The more expert you are, the less you can tolerate your own failures. This is an advantage, but it is also a fatal weakness. I looked at the bulging canvas in the rearview mirror. The reason why Kaku insisted on shooting Tang Xiaogu was to a large extent.
The above is related to the inability to snipe the man wearing the mask.
Someone once entered his sniper field of vision, but escaped easily, leaving him without the confidence to even pull the trigger.