Daomu Biji

I knew at a glance what the dull oil bottle wanted to do, but I hadn't waited to think carefully whether it was proper. He had poured a tray of charcoal into the crack that was smashed out.

The gap was still some distance away from the things inside, and the fat man followed, followed by a plate, and the char that was poured in later pushed the already in the gap into it.

Suddenly, sounds came from the stone, resembling a baby crying, sharp and terrible.

It stands to reason that there should not be too much psychological pressure to kill this terrible thing, but I still feel that my heart has been pulled up, quite unbearable. In the end, it is completely in a weak position and can only be left to work. Human slaughter.

If the surface of the dull oil bottle is frosty, continue to pour without hesitation.

There is a strange smell in the air, which I am very familiar with, that is, the "dead smell" in the iron block before. I did not expect it to represent death. The shadow in the stone wall started to tremble at first, and gradually stopped, sad. The call became blurred.

I have been soft-hearted since I was a child. Although I was almost caught just now, I was so uncomfortable that I killed a humanoid thing so alive.

Fat people are not as pedantic as I am, although they are also a little whispering, but they are not twitching, and laughed a few times: "In the next life, cast a baby, don't cast in the wrong place."

In the end, the shadow was gone, and there was only a gap in the stone, still smoky.

I sat down on the ground and let out a breath, just wanting to slow down, but the oil bottle said: "It's not over yet."

I looked up and understood what he meant. On the other side of the rock wall, three figures were very close to the surface.

"Do we have to do this?" I asked.

The dull oil bottle did not answer, glancing at the fat man.He nodded, raised his hammer and chisel, and walked to another figure. I didn't want to see it anymore, so I just sat there and didn't move.The fat man read Amitabha a few times and started to dig again. Soon, what happened just now was repeated.

When he turned to the third one, the fat man couldn't stand it anymore. He stood sweaty for a long time in front of the shadow and asked the oil bottle: "Brother, can we rest and do it again?"

The dull oil bottle shook his head, looked around, and said coldly: "No more drying, no time."

I turned my head and looked awkwardly. I did n’t know when the figures in the rock wall had all appeared against the wall. At a glance, it was clear, and there were at least ten more, and the naked eye could be used. see.

They are moving slowly towards the surface of the stone wall.

How is this going?Did they discover our attempt and speed it up?

I stood up again, my army thorn picked up by the dull oil bottle, held by the backhand, the fat man lifted the masonry hammer, I was defenseless, looked at it, lifted a drill rod from the ground, three people back to back, watching All around.

The fat man is already excited. If a person like him really wants to fight, he will not care whether the other party is Arnold or the stone monster.He heard him scold a few times and said, "God's day! Okay, I can't bear to be here with my mother. It's better to starve to death than to be so glorious. Let's do it again!" What, kick the idol with one foot, "His mother's face is not given! Laozi worship you better than a **!"

My heart was beating very fast, shaking involuntarily, but surprisingly, I was not afraid. I said to the fat man: "What glorious death is this? Who the hell knows how you died?"

As soon as I finished speaking, there was a cold on the back of my neck. Something fell on my neck. I jumped and touched it in awe. I saw some fragments of rocks.

My head jumped, my heart said I leaned, and I forgot that the top of the head was also a stone. When I looked up, I saw that the top of the rock, which was less than two punches from the top of the head, had cracked, and there was something green all over the crack.

We immediately gave way, the top of the rock cracked almost at the same time, and a group of green shadows hung from the top suddenly, followed by a stern cry.

Under the searchlight, I didn't see the whole picture at all. I only knew that a shadow fell down, stayed in the searchlight circle for half a second, and then flashed off, hitting the campfire.

The bonfire was scattered, and Mars and charcoal were scattered everywhere. The concentrated light was completely scattered, and it was completely dark. Only countless small fire spots were burning.

This change was unexpected, I chased the picture with a searchlight, but I could only scan the afterimage.

The fat man responded fastest, picked up a burning firewood on the ground, but then picked it up and extinguished, leaving a piece of dark red charcoal.

"God's—" he scolded, and the word "" turned into a mumble before it was completely spit out. The person seemed to be thrown to the ground by something, and then a series of slamming sounds.

I followed the sound of the searchlight and saw that the fat man was wrestling with a thing, turned away to take a picture of the oil bottle, and the flashlight turned, but did not find him, but at once caught a very uncommon face.

I have an inertia in the searchlight, so that face only appears in front of me for a moment, but the impact is far greater than when I see it directly.I was so frightened that my ass rolled and urinated, and I backed off again and again under the conditioned reflex, yelling: "One more!"

Afraid to be afraid, the brazing rod in his hand swept in that direction. What was struck in the muffled sound, but did not take strength.The drill rod is all-iron and very heavy. I couldn't hit it a second time with one hand, so I had to draw it back and use the searchlight to take photos.

It wasn't clear yet. When the back was slammed, the whole person fell out and rolled directly to the ground.The searchlight lifted off and didn't know where it flew.

When I got up, I knew it was terrible, I couldn't see anything, and I was in trouble.At this moment, the dull oil bottle shouted: "Let's lie on the ground, don't move!" Then there was another scream of sternness, and a mass of things fell beside me.

I shrunk my head to the side, hissing around a few punches, and then secretly heard the "click" of the broken neck, and the screaming stopped abruptly.

On the other side, the fat man is not over there, listen to him, and then hammer him hard, "Fuck! Dare to steal your fat man's peach! Dare to steal your fat man's peach!" There was no movement over there.He swallowed hard.

Unable to see the situation there, the surrounding was quiet.

I asked, "Is it all solved?"

The dull oil bottle on the edge shouted, "Don't talk, listen!"

I immediately held my breath and heard the sound of crawling in the dark, the number was too large to estimate.