I heard his exclaiming voice still wondering how it was broken. I looked around and instantly understood that the raccoon cat was shot dead, but rushed to the surrounding human-shaped stone carvings like lightning. Long bloodstains, finished, this beast is so cunning that he used his own blood to get all these stone carvings dead! I've heard the saying that there are strange beasts protecting coffins before, but now they are really encountered.

For a moment, there was a sound of stone peeling around, scaring my scalp, my second brother stuffed a bloody iron box in my arms, and said, "Hold it back and run in the front cemetery. Wait for us, if you don't, just try to get out! "

After that, he grabbed the rope and stepped back, and then flew over with fierce leverage. I understand that I am a tragic character who wants to carry the tow bottle to the end, but I want to see how big it will be here Fierce fighting, so many bloody mules, and the old mules my dad dare to jealous in the ancient coffin, will definitely be more exciting than Hollywood blockbusters.

Fear has always been competing with curiosity, and it has the upper hand completely. I still understand the reason why curiosity kills cats. I held the black box and ran on the road when I was passing. Looking back, I saw that the four of them had merged. , Is looking forward to look at the blood corpse around the dead body.

Running back down the stairs did not encounter the problem of the door in the grave road blocked at the beginning, and soon came to the Taiji map, and walked to the burial chamber where the blood sister-in-law started, there was no sound behind, the blood sister-in-law may have I was killed by my elder brother. There are no security risks here.

But soon I found a very serious problem.

I have an order.

Right now, I'm alone.

In a dark tomb, I was alone, and there was a flashlight.

Quiet.

Quietly used a very rudimentary elementary school sentence to describe, you can hear the sound of a needle falling to the ground, and of course, my heartbeat.

Fear strikes like tide.

From entering the grave to now, whether it meets a water monkey or a bloody bitch, they will accompany me, and there will be no fear of depression when others are present. This may be the reason why humans are social.

I held a cigarette and lighted it. I did n't unpack the cigarette, but it fell into the water and was a little bit wet. I just started to spit it, and my tears came out, a cough, a hand shake, and a pinch The flashlight under the arm fell to the ground, and the light went off with a click.

The darkness wiped me out.

Listening to the sound of the flashlight falling to the ground, I can guess the approximate location, and quickly hit the lighter to pick up the flashlight. The quality of zippo is very good. Now I have not played a strike with me, and a weak flame burst out.

I followed the light and forgot where the flashlight had fallen, but saw a faint figure with a pale face like a paper.

I squatted on the ground with a terrified cry, the lighter fell to the ground, the flame fluttered and went out, I was completely panicked, and flung to the flashlight like a lunatic, flung the lamp, and a beam of light suddenly turned on stand up.

I quickly got up, shot around with a flashlight, and screamed like crazy: Who! Who was there just now!

The answer to me was a silent and empty burial chamber.

It turned out to be hallucinations. It is just hallucinations. Now, even if it is not hallucinations, it is hallucinations. If you want to restrain your fear, it means that when everything does not exist.

I felt the cigarette again, and lit it, slammed it, smoked it across my lungs, and it hurt, but it made me feel extremely happy. After smoking this cigarette, the figure still didn't appear. At this time, I was a little calm, or It was cut out.

I have to find something to do and distract me. If I get nervous like this, without being bitten by my sister-in-law, I will be scared to death by my imagination.

I looked around with a flashlight, and then I immediately lit a cigarette. I studied the burial chamber carefully with the light of the flashlight, thinking whether it was an upside-down fight, no matter if we were looking for someone or exploring. What do you care about most? Of course it's the artifact. There is no coffin in this burial chamber, and when I came, I didn't take care to look up for any funeral objects. Now I went to find out that the owner of this burial chamber was really a poor ghost. The entire burial chamber was empty and the entire burial chamber was very large. My flashlight could not be reached in the distance. Of course, I did n't give up. It wasn't a thing, so I turned around the cemetery, and suddenly my eyes flashed, as if the flashlight hit some metal object. I was glad and walked over.

A closer look, the flashlight swept across a white, and his legs softened.

In the corner, there was a bone frame scattered, and the empty eyes seemed to be staring at me. But soon it calmed down. After I entered the tomb, my psychological quality went up in a straight line. If it was something I didn't understand, I would still be frightened, but such a skeleton really didn't scare me much. Could not help looking at it carefully.

His entire flesh was weathered and his clothes were raging. I could barely tell that it was the kind of coarse work clothes popular ten years ago. I saw the metal object on the chest of the skull. I thought it was a button. The reflection should be this, and I was thinking of a artifact. I couldn't help but be disappointed. Take a look. His mother turned out to be the Kuomintang 's Blue Day Medal!

I thought that this is a spy who destroys harmony, and it is not wrong to die. This blue and white medal is rare, and some people like to collect this thing. It 's worth a hundred thousand and eighty if you go out. I put it in my pocket, swipe the flashlight aside, and saw the skeleton's rusty iron box that looks rusty. It is completely different from what my second brother gave me. It may be a moon cake box at the time. I He leaned down and grabbed the iron box with his hand.

But the skeleton's hand was clenched tightly. I pulled it hard twice but it didn't come out. I still couldn't pull it with more strength.

Suddenly there was a strange feeling, as if the skeleton was still protecting the box. We both seem to be tug of war. This skeleton, and consciousness? ghost?

At that time, I wasn't scared, and the repression in the tomb broke out, ctlld! But our sister-in-law fights, but I can't get you a white skeleton? With a grit and a bang, I even pulled the skull's arm down.

I haven't gotten too proud of it yet, the skull slammed up!

One of my scared legs was squatting on the ground. I thought, Agent Brother, I did n't take anything from you. Was n't it a broken iron box? Are you always playing with me? Can't do it, quickly hurled the black box with his arm to him, got up and ran.

But this skeleton was consumed by me, and followed me so slowly, seemingly slow, but I couldn't get rid of him. The two of us switched from the tug of war to the current long-distance running. My physical fitness could not be compared with that of the older brother. This effort made me exhausted and finally sat down on the ground, facing the skull. "Brother, do n't chase after me. I broke your arm and you broke me. Just do n't take my life, the others will follow you today, I admit it, and you can still hold on like this Follow me in a marathon and serve. "

I closed my eyes, thinking that this skeleton would fight me, kill me? Borrowing souls? Or suck my blood? Bit me? Will I be disfigured?

But for a long time in my mind, there was no movement.

I opened my eyes and saw the skeleton standing in front of me, motionless.

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