The fat man said that he seemed to have seen someone standing on the roadside just now.
Wu Xiaoxie was frightened and said, "Our lighting has limitations. Did you see it wrong in a blink of an eye?"
The fat man said nothing, shook his head, and scanned the place just now with his flashlight.
When several people behind saw them stop, they gathered around and asked, "What happened?"
"I couldn't see very clearly. It seemed to be a woman." The fat man's face turned ugly, "He passed by in a flash and ran very fast."
Pan Zi held the knife and took a few steps closer to that side. After careful inspection, he found nothing and guessed: "Could it be Aning's group?"
The fat man denied it, "Definitely not. If it were Aning, I would definitely recognize it at a glance."
Wu Xiaoxie knew that the fat man had excellent eyesight. Since he said this, he must be sure, and said: "Could it be Muyu or the little brother? No, if they are the two of them, they will definitely come over to join us if they see it. It won't be like that
The style of a thief."
Monk Hua was thinking about the things in the imperial mausoleum. Seeing that he had been delayed for a long time, he said impatiently: "Damn fat man, you are always suspicious along the way. You must be too timid."
When the fat man heard this, he immediately became angry, "Fuck you, bald man, who the hell are you calling timid? When it comes to going to the grave, you are a younger brother in front of the fat man. If my brother Muyu hadn't been merciful, you
A little shriveled up donkey can still stand and pant while talking to me!"
Upon hearing this, Monk Hua's face turned green. The previous scene of being pinned down and rubbed on the floor by Zhang Zhuxun was still vivid in his mind. It was simply a shame in his life, and he was immediately furious.
Seeing that the two were about to fight, Wu Xiaoxie and the others quickly broke up the fight.
Wu Xiaoxie held the fat man back and persuaded him in his ear: "Fat man, calm down, we can't conflict with them yet. Muyu and little brother are not here, we may not be able to defeat them."
As soon as the fat man heard this, his feverish mind became clearer. He glared at Monk Hua and said, "Huh, if the fat man had a gun in his hand, he would have beaten that bald donkey's peanuts into a sieve. How can I still get it?"
It’s his turn to dance in front of the fat man.”
"Yes, yes." Wu Xiaoxie agreed, "A gentleman's revenge is not for this moment. The first thing we should do is to catch up with Muyu as soon as possible. Maybe he will be waiting for us in the treasure room."
As expected, the fat man successfully changed the topic.
Pan Zi glanced at Chen Pi Asi warily, patted the two of them on the shoulders, and said softly: "Let's go."
The two groups were more clearly separated than before, with at least two meters between them before they moved forward on guard against each other.
Speed up and pass through six stone gates in a row. There is an altar at the end of the Shinto. The stone steps behind the altar are the main entrance to the imperial mausoleum.
The heavy and huge mausoleum gate had long since collapsed, and the group of people quickly ran in. They only took a quick look at the stone carvings and totems inside without making any further stops.
Clinker hadn't walked a few steps, and he didn't know what he stepped on. The fat man's feet suddenly slipped, and he fell backwards and fell to the ground. His feet were in the air and he hit the rubble. He screamed in pain, which attracted Monk Hua.
A sneer.
"Oh, oh, oh, what the hell." The fat man rubbed his waist and sat up, turning his head to see what the hell had tripped him. He followed the traces but found nothing.
Pan Zi noticed that the soles of his shoes were reflective, "Don't move, there seems to be something on the soles of your feet."
As he spoke, he squatted down and used the tip of the knife to pick off the thing. When he saw it, it turned out to be a bullet casing.
The fat man pinched it and shouted, "I'll rub it, it's still warm, it must have just been shot out of the barrel of the gun."
Pan Zi nodded, stretched out his hand to let him stand up, lit up a cold firework, and looked around.
Wu Xiaoxie also asked him to come over and take a look at the bullet casing, "Has there been a gunfight here?"
Pan Zi walked to a pillar and stared at the series of gun holes on it.
Ye Cheng yelled: "Someone came in before us. It looked like something was coming down along the pillar, and the bullets followed."
"No." Pan Zi compared several bullet holes and shook his head, "On the contrary, looking at the angle of the bullet holes, the bullet was thrown upward along the pillar."
Ye Cheng shined the lamp on the beam above the pillar and immediately shouted in shock, "Dead man!"
I saw something hanging in the air from the beam
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There were six or seven corpses, and the gas masks on their faces could not be taken off. Some people still had guns hanging on their shoulders. They looked like they had been attacked suddenly and they didn't even have time to raise their weapons.
These people are all dressed in the same uniform, and their faces should be all crooked.
Wu Xiaoxie frowned, "This is someone from Aning's company."
But it shouldn’t be. An Ning and the others have always been fully equipped when going to the tomb. Even if they encounter Zongzi, they can be smashed into slag by blasting them with a gun. What on earth is this thing? It’s even scarier than Zongzi.
Thinking of this, Wu Xiaoxie quickly looked around. The unknown terrifying creature hung these corpses on it. Could it be that it wanted to use it as a food reserve?
Wu Xiaoxie couldn't help but have an ominous premonition in his heart. Wu Xiaoxie wanted to tell a few people to leave quickly, "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, we'd better hurry up..."
"F*ck!" Wu Xiaoxie couldn't help scolding her. It turned out that not long ago, the fat man had already climbed up the beam by grabbing the pillar and unhooking the gun on one of the corpses.
Wu Xiaoxie fell back in suspense, "What are you doing, fat man! Come down quickly, there is danger up there, the unknown creatures attacking these people may come back, let's get out of here quickly."
"I know, I know." Fatty replied to him. He picked out three Type 6 rifles three times, five by two, and threw them down for Pan Zi to pick up. Then he started to search for the magazine.
Wu Xiaoxie was driven around in circles by his thug, and suddenly he caught a glimpse of a corpse on top that seemed to be moving. He was not sure, so he took another look, huh?
"Fat man, on your right, yes, the second body on the right seems to be still alive. Check to see if it's still alive."
As soon as the fat man moved, the wooden beams above everyone's heads made a crisp "click, click, click" sound, as if they were about to break at any time, and the dust accumulated on the beams for thousands of years fell down.
"Take it easy and tread carefully." Wu Xiaoxie dusted off the dust on his head, raised his face and put his hands on his forehead to block the dust to prevent it from falling into his eyes.
The fat man responded, first handed over the man's gun, and then used a lighter to burn off the thing hanging on the man, letting him slide down the pillar and be caught by Pan Zi and Wu Xiaoxie below.
Seeing that the man had arrived safely on the ground, the fat man went to look at the things hanging on the man. He couldn't help but exclaimed, "This thing looks like hair."
What kind of hair? Wu Xiaoxie was stunned, and took off the man's mask and took a look, "Short hair, this Wai Guo Ren's hair is short."
The fat man burned it again with a lighter, and found that the thing burned upwards along the flame into small curls, and emitted a smell of burnt pig hair. In fact, the hair contained crude protein, amino acids, calcium, sulfur, etc.
Substances, the burning smell produced by burning is caused by the sulfur in them.
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