Daomu Biji

Chapter 49: Submachine gun and zongzi

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I yelled, raised the gun and fired, and the fat man pressed the tip of the gun. All the bullets hit the ground, shaking the earth. The hair of the corpse underground grew fast.

I went to look at the corpse's face. The eye sockets of the corpse collapsed, his mouth opened wider, and the green liquid leaked straight out along the black hairs.

Damn, I've become a zongzi!

The two of us crawled back several steps, and I cursed the fat man: "*** speaks like fart! When can I be punctual?"

The fat man said: I have already admitted that I was wrong. I really haven't seen a corpse that can be transformed like this. This is a damn example of the disabled in the zongzi world!

I asked him: Look, see if there are black donkey hoofs or other things that can be used in the treasure bag.

"Damn, the bag is so big, do you think there might be such a thing? Do you think there are chihuahua donkeys in the world?"

I shone the corpse with a flashlight, and the corpse turned over. I hurriedly turned the flashlight to other places and said, "You go get my little brother here, or get some blood from him!"

The fat man suddenly remembered something and said: "I have, I have, I don't need it, I have blood!"

"Your blood is useful for birds!"

"It's not my blood, it's my blood. I asked my brother what I asked for." The fat man took out something from his pocket. I found it was a sanitary napkin with some blood stains on it.

"You—" I really wanted to hit the wall with my head, "Where did you come from?"

"One time when my little brother was injured, I secretly saved it. It is not easy to save so much." The fat man said, "I tell you, I don't need mosquito coils when I put it at home in summer."

"**."I can not understand. The fat man said, "Don't pay attention to it. Come on, let's play a majesty today." As he said, he put the sanitary napkin at the corpse and said, "Get down, stretch out your hand."

At first glance, there was only a puddle of green water on the ground, and the corpse had no idea where it had gone. I took another photo on the ground, and I was blindfolded-I saw the corpse lying on the coffin on the side.

"He didn't understand it correctly, are you sure it's brother's blood?" I asked.

"Absolutely sure! I have never been sloppy about this kind of life-saving thing." The fat man said, "Wait, you know that the pronunciation of ancient people is different from that of modern people. Try the ancient pronunciation."

"I won't." I said, "My little brother didn't say anything when he shocked the female corpse."

The fat man pulled on the sanitary napkin and screamed again. When he saw the corpse, he still didn't respond. He said, "Could it be that the blood of the little brother can only deal with the female corpse? This corpse is a man?"

I shook my head and looked at the black-haired corpse—with only one hand, but it jumped from the coffin to the ground very flexibly and crawled towards us. We immediately retreated more than ten meters, for fear of being caught by him.

The fat man is still holding a sanitary napkin. The corpse still looked completely unafraid. The blue veins on the fat man’s forehead were exposed, he suddenly patted the sanitary napkin directly on the corpse’s face, turned the submachine gun out of his back, and said to me, “***, it’s not reliable, let’s play hard with him, right? Just give him a second!"

I immediately followed him—just as the corpse was quickly approaching us a few steps, we both held submachine guns and fired directly at the corpse.

The rain-like bullets all hit the corpse, knocking the corpse over a dozen somersaults, and then folded to the back of the coffin.

We immediately walked around and saw the body full of smoke holes. But the corpse turned around and continued to crawl towards us.

"I said that machine guns are useless to hit zombies. The caliber of this gun is too small!" The fat man shot directly, hindering the advancement of the corpse. I saw that the hand of the corpse was interrupted by us.

"Not necessarily!" I said: "Focus on firepower, we will smash his head!" As we said, the fat man and I pulled the trigger and chased the corpse for a while.

Countless bullets passed, and I would change one after I hit a magazine. We only stopped until the head of the corpse was completely broken and the corpse stopped moving.

Green water flows across the ground.

The fat man and I waited by the corpse for a long time, only to find that he really didn't move, so we clapped our hands to celebrate. The fat man said: "Yeah, I found that each firearm is much more brilliant than the little brother!"

"Don't say that, after all, my brother has more ammunition than us." I said.

The fat man pointed to the coffin and asked if I wanted to look at it. I shook my head and said to the fat man: "From now on, nothing will be opened."

It's not that I don't want to watch. In fact, I still want to know what is carved on the inner wall of the coffin lid, but I really don't have the energy to deal with more emergencies.

Just now I agreed to the fat man only after a short thought, but in fact, I was quite worried. Obviously, the physique of the two of us is definitely not suitable for this business-one is the constitution that will inevitably push me to open the coffin, and the other is the physique that will inevitably encounter zongzi when opening the coffin.

I think there must be self-knowledge in the future. Grandpa is obviously quite wise not to let me do this business.

The fat man thought for a while and nodded, "Agree."

The way to go forward is just behind those boxes. Those boxes were beaten to pieces by me and the fat man. We walked past and saw the third stone gate, but this stone gate was hung from above. A beast head was carved on the stone gate. The Shimen was half open, and a jack was used underneath it. The jack is also very rusty, and it feels like it might break when touched.

There is a stone above the beast's head, weighing about three to four hundred catties. It is the weight-bearing stone of Shimen, which is used to press Shimen to descend.

I reached in half of my head and took a picture with a flashlight. Then, two people climbed in and saw a larger stone chamber.

This is a huge round stone room, half the size of a football field. There are seven huge pillars standing around the stone chamber. Above it is a seven-star roof. It’s a bit like a tomb here, but compared to other large ancient tombs, it still lacks details. There is a high platform in the middle of the stone room, which looks very similar to the ancient building of Zhang Family. There are two small rivers in front of the high platform, flowing in front of the tomb.

I visually inspected the width of the small river. The first small river is about six people wide and there is nothing on it. The second small river, which is closer to us, has six stone bridges on it, and each bridge looks very good. Different. On the bridgehead of each bridge is a horrible animal stone statue. It is not clear what it is, but it looks gloomy and unkind.

The fat man raised his foot and wanted to go up. I stopped him and pointed to it. I just saw a rope on the top of the tomb. It was put up by later generations, and it was very new. It was a modern climbing rope—obviously it was put on the stuffed oil bottle when they came in.

I looked up, and the seven stone beams on it were umbrella-shaped, like a big umbrella propped on the top of the stone room, with strange reliefs carved on it. Some reliefs have hook-like shapes, such as eagle beaks and carp tails. They all look like hooks anyway. This is abnormal. I can tell at a glance that these reliefs are camouflaged. The purpose of installing these hooks must be designed for hoisting something. After the work, these hooks were carved into various patterns.

On the other side is an iron hook, which should have been thrown from the opposite side and hooked somewhere on the ceiling. This kind of quasi-head must be my brother's handwriting. The rope shuttled cleverly among those hooks, forming a rope bridge on it.

These seven bridges should all be strange-if you go on the wrong bridge, you will most likely encounter misfortune. In order to avoid accidents, Chuanyou Ping chose to go through other ways—this is also his style, and he will never take the road arranged for him by others.

A six-person-wide river, which means that it is ten meters upward. With the physical strength of me and the fat man, crossing the river directly is absolutely useless. So, I had to take the path that my brother left for us.

We found the end of the rope, climbed up, hung upside down from the ceiling, crossed the river outside, and came to the river inside. When the fat man looked down from above, he said, "There seems to be something in the river?"

"What is it, is it a crocodile?" I said, thinking that even a crocodile should be a dead crocodile.

"No, it's a dead man!" said the fat man. We come down from the other end. The fat man put down what was on his back, immediately made a hook with an iron thorn, and came to the place where he saw the dead person.

After pulling the black thing to the shore, we immediately smelled a very unpleasant rancid smell.

Sure enough, it was a corpse, and it was not an ancient corpse—could it be someone in the younger brother's team

"Could it be the corpse of the person who walked the bridge and hit the dead?" the fat man asked.

I shook my head: "Brother seldom let people in his team die by making such mistakes, unless it is someone like you who is completely unorganized and disciplined."

We turned over the corpse and saw that his body was all muddy, with a familiar smell of Chinese medicine. I took out the water in the creek, rushed to the corpse, and immediately saw the unicorn tattoo exposed.

On the bulging corpse, the tattoo was extremely clear. The fat man screamed, "It's the little brother! When did the little brother die again?"