Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Ghost Town of Banluck Twelve
Both of our flashlights fell into the sand by mistake. One was completely buried, while the other slanted out a beam of light. There was only a little halo of light beams in the dark tomb, and the vision was very blurry. I just had a moment.
My calm heart suddenly panicked again. The ground collapsed about one meter, and I sank half of my body into the sand. But when I looked up, I could just see the mustache's standing position.
The sudden sound of breaking through the air was like a whip full of barbs, which suddenly hit Mustache. I didn't hear Mustache's cry, but then, a string of blood beads spread everywhere, and there were a few drops.
fell on my face.
Sure enough, there were other people here! I couldn't help but struggle hard, and as a result, my body sank deeper into the flowing sand, and I stopped immediately, not daring to move anymore.
The light was too dim and I couldn't see anything clearly, but I could hear the sound of breaking through the air constantly. It was very powerful and obviously very deadly. The mustache must have been stained, and the thing dripping on my face was his
Blood.
Mustache had a gun on him, but he might have been forced to fight back at this time. I vaguely saw him ducking in the opposite direction, so as not to be forced into the flowing sand pit again, otherwise he would
It was an embarrassing death.
It was this forced flash that made Mustache pay a heavy price. He received a heavy blow on his back. Fortunately, he was carrying a lightweight backpack, which relieved part of the external force. Otherwise, this blow would probably have killed him.
His spine was severed, and the attacker struck hard.
The thrilling fight was almost entirely carried out in the dark. Mustache was very passive and had to rely entirely on his ears to avoid the opponent's fatal attacks. He had no way to fight back and was forced to retreat step by step until he was in the corner. I couldn't see anymore.
I was aware of the fighting process, but the sound of whooshing through the air never stopped, it was fierce and rhythmic.
Mustache's back was already firmly pressed against the wall. He didn't have much escape route. Most of the entire tomb chamber collapsed. If he wasn't careful, he would be forced to the edge of the sand pit.
Whoosh!
Another extremely sharp blow came. Mustache was very decisive and his movements were incredibly fast. As soon as he moved against the wall, the backpack on his back slid to his right hand. Then, the backpack blocked his knees and kicked him.
go out.
Having said that, I have to be wordy again. When ordinary people talk about kicking and kicking, they seem to think that they are the same thing, but there is a big difference between the two. Kicking is much more powerful than kicking. There was once a rumor that
, some good kickers who have been training their legs since childhood, and some qigong masters, can kick out half a ton of force with all their strength. In fact, this kick is not exact. Strictly speaking, it should be a kick. If kicked out, the toes and instep bones will not be damaged.
Ways to withstand huge backlash.
It can be imagined that the force of half a ton can almost kick a person weighing more than 100 kilograms directly and fly out.
Mustache must have practiced and was very strong. He used his backpack to protect his legs and kicked out. To say half a ton is a bit exaggerated, but the force was very strong and the castration was very ferocious. I heard his backpack being torn apart.
There was a muffled sound in the air, and then, the sneak attacker was vaguely seen being kicked very hard, and was kicked four or five meters away.
boom!
This short distance of four to five meters gave Mustache plenty of opportunities to counterattack. He picked up the gun as fast as lightning, turned on the safety, and fired casually. He didn't know whether he hit the opponent. But the sneak attacker also had a premonition.
In crisis, you may not have expected that when you meet a tough character like Mustache, you can counterattack and make a comeback in Jedi.
In less than a second, the shadow of the sneak entered the door next to me and disappeared instantly. Mustache did not chase me because I was stuck in the quicksand and was almost submerged up to my chest.
He was very careful and did not turn on the flashlight for the time being. He took a short nylon rope from his backpack and threw it down. I was like a drowning person seeing the last hope of survival. I grabbed the rope without losing my hand. The strength of the mustache
It was unusually big, and it dragged me out of the sand pit in a matter of seconds.
As soon as he got out of trouble, he immediately pulled me into another door, stopped at the corner, reached out and handed the gun to me, and then fumbled around and started to bandage the wound. I took out a spare flashlight and wrapped it in clothes.
A beam of light, giving him illumination.
Mustache's left arm was almost beaten to pieces of flesh, which made me feel trembling in my heart just looking at it. Fortunately, he hid in time and did not hurt the bones. A layer of cold sweat broke out on Mustache's forehead. This kind of trauma is very painful.
But he suppressed his words and quickly bandaged the wound.
"Has anyone come in through the robbery hole?" I asked him in a low voice. I felt that our situation was getting more and more dangerous. Even if someone entered the hole, he could still deal with it with his mustache. But there was a monk at the entrance on the ground.
Watch, if someone enters the pit, it can only mean that there is a problem on the monk's side.
"No matter what the situation is under the pit now, we can't go back the same way." Xiao Xiu took out three alloy tubes with a diameter of a little more than two centimeters from his backpack and connected them together: "The phosphorus smoke in the tomb passage will not disperse that much."
Hurry, unless we find another way out, we can only stay in the pit for the time being."
Mustache stood up and held the pipe in his hand. This kind of pipe is used by many people. The longest length can be about 1.8 meters. It can be used to explore paths and can also be used as a weapon. The pipe is hollow and the edge is very polished.
It's so sharp that once it pierces the enemy's body, it will bleed like water from a faucet.
"Hold your gun and if something unexpected happens, just shoot."
"Do you want to find a way to find Lao Gong?" I held the gun and felt that my arms were shaking. I don't know how many more sneak attackers there were, but the one who appeared now is quite scary. Lao Gong was separated from us.
If he also encounters an accident, I don't think he can make a comeback like Mustache, and he may die miserably.
"The route is too complicated. I don't know where he is." Mustache also took out the flashlight and walked forward with a cloth covering his face: "It's best if you meet him in the middle. If you don't, I can only protect you."
As soon as I heard this, I felt a little cold in my heart. The human touch in this industry is getting weaker and weaker. In the past, many older people worshiped Mr. Guan. Although they acted independently, they still had some moral principles to speak of. But now
, no one cares about morality anymore. Mustache is no exception, he takes human life very lightly.
We took a different path from the attackers, passed through a very narrow corridor, and stepped into another empty tomb. Once we arrived here, Mustache and I stopped. This tomb was different from the one we walked through.
Although the general structure and area are not much different, it is obvious that people have walked through this place, and the mechanism was triggered, and all the sand under the ground was turned up.
"Are these two doors a dead end?" I looked at Mustache hesitantly, wondering if I should insist on going on. I took the door on the right, always going in circles in an infinite loop, and couldn't get out. When I came to the other door, everything was gone.
It's this kind of sand pit.
Mustache used the alloy tube in his hand to explore the path. Under this entire pit, there might be a huge chain mechanism hub, and most of it was disabled. The quicksand in the tomb in front of him was only about tens of centimeters high, and there were a lot of layers underneath.
Thick logs are supporting it.
Mustache was too courageous, or in other words, the temptation of the Xixia bronze medal was irresistible. After testing for a moment, he walked step by step on the sand dozens of centimeters deep. To be honest, I was very afraid of the sand.
The feeling of gradually difficulty breathing caused by flooding to the chest is worse than being stabbed. But at this moment, I can't escape from his protection, so I can only bite the bullet and follow.
"Is the Xixia bronze medal really that important to you?" I felt a little angry, so I followed him and asked, "You have to risk your life to find it?"
"For many people, the bronze medal is very important." Xiao Xi paused, used an alloy pipe to explore the sand in front, and said, "But don't worry, if there is another accident, we will find a place to hide.
Wait for a moment, wait until the phosphorus smoke on the other side of the tomb passage clears, and then go back."
We walked down this road. Some tombs were intact, but some had been touched. There must be something wrong with the central mechanism. The big logs under the quicksand were dead in place. Generally speaking, the sand was only
It's dozens of centimeters deep, so if you walk carefully step by step, there won't be any problems for the time being.
As a result, we walked very slowly. The wound on Mustache's arm was very deep, and the bleeding could not be stopped. Blood began to ooze from the bandage. We stopped temporarily in the corner of a tomb, and he removed the bandage and processed it again.
Wounded, I held the gun and stared at the other door.
His technique was very skillful and he quickly re-bandaged the wound. I also took this opportunity to take a break. After sitting for less than five minutes, I suddenly felt very embarrassed because my stomach was churning back and forth. I was originally very anxious.
It's a normal physiological phenomenon, but it comes at the wrong time.
Are you talking about people like me who have loose stools at critical moments?
I didn't want to cause trouble for my mustache, but I couldn't help it. The situation was dangerous, and I couldn't just pull it down into my pants. I hesitated for two minutes, said it was convenient, ran to the wall and squatted down.
I am still very vigilant, holding the gun tightly even when I am convenient. Anyway, it is very uncomfortable to practice squatting in such a place, and it is not comfortable. Mustache turned off the phone and sat quietly not far away.
It seems that even breathing has stopped. But it is conceivable that if another attacker appears at this time, the sharp alloy tube in Mustache's hand will stab it like a poisonous snake, and then drain the blood from the opponent's body.
I solved it in a hurry and found paper to wipe my butt. At this time, I felt a little itchy on my butt, as if a fly was crawling over it, so I subconsciously scratched it.
But as soon as I stretched out my hand, my scalp exploded with a bang. I almost jumped up, and I immediately pulled the trigger with my other hand.