Wuming was completely speechless at this time, and even breathing was very difficult. Large tracts of grave soil choked into his mouth and nasal cavity, a horror filled his brain, and only half of it was exposed on the ground. The head and a broken right hand.
And that right hand was firmly grasped by Rong Chuan. Rong Chuan's situation was still not good. He was half buried in loess, and at this time only the part above the chest cavity was left.
But he still didn't relax a bit. Once he relaxes at all, Wuming will be swallowed by the loess in an instant.
With their bodies under the loess, their legs can be swayed everywhere, without any leverage at all, as if the upper and lower sides of the loess are completely two spaces!
If it hadn't been for John's joining, which temporarily alleviated the emergency on Rong Chuan's side, I am afraid he and Wuming would have been dragged underground together!
Rong Chuan could feel that there was something extremely powerful in Wuming's underground, and even he, Wuming and John could barely contend with it.
Since Wuming didn't say it clearly, they didn't even know at this time. It was a palm that appeared out of thin air and was as pale as a dead corpse that dragged Wuming into the ground!
It is extremely strange that it seems that the collapse of the ground is only a part of the area centered on the nameless. Rong Chuan is very close, so he is also dragged down, but the ground at John's place shows no signs of collapse.
Even John can see Wuming and the surroundings of Rongchuan, forming a circular cavern, and he is at the boundary.
However, something urgent, he didn't have time to think about it, but fortunately, he still had a point to focus on, dragging Rong Chuan from the periphery, barely reaching a balance.
But on Huang Hui's side, there was no movement. John's face was sweaty, his teeth clenched, and he squeezed out a few words from his teeth, "Have you not succeeded yet?!!!"
According to his estimation, in less than two minutes, he could no longer prevent the fall of the unnamed two, and even now there are signs of collapse.
The nameless breathing became more difficult, and the blockage of his nose and mouth caused him to roll his eyes. Even if he didn't get caught underground for a while, he would die of suffocation!
John's scream instantly awakened Huang Hui who had been stunned on the ground. She raised her finger to her eyes again, took a look, and then let out a tragic scream!
what! ! !
Both John and Uncle Chen were taken aback by the call, and they looked at Huang Hui at the same time.
Huang Hui fell to the ground tremblingly, slowly stretched out her fingers, and said incoherently: "I... my blood is no longer a ****, it has solidified! I can't bleed at all, I ... My blood won't flow anymore, why am I still alive, what is going on?!!!"
what
John only felt like a blow. The only active performer in the situation is Huang Hui, but at this critical moment, her body has undergone incredible and weird changes!
Huang Hui's eyes floated and curled up in front of the tombstone. She was already nervous and muttered to herself in pain, "I understand, why I don't feel tired, but the action will be so difficult. It turns out that my blood has begun to freeze. , My limbs became stiff, I..."
Then she suddenly picked up the fruit knife that had just been thrown on the ground, without any hesitation, directly cut her wrist.
However, with the splitting of the skin, she only saw that her blood was no longer scarlet, but it had begun to turn purple and black, almost no flow, let alone flow out!
This is something that ordinary people can't understand at all, but it really happened to her.
There is no doubt that this is the power of evil spirits!
Huang Hui cried and laughed again, "This... Is this the punishment for violating the rules of carrying the coffin? I became a monster?"
However, in her situation, no one would pity her at all. On the contrary, in John's opinion, her mental disorder was a waste of time!
The blue veins between John's neck were violent. He had exhausted all his strength, but he was about to be unable to hold on. Although Rong Chuan was able to breathe, he had no energy to speak at all.
Everyone's energy was focused on saving people. John looked at Huang Hui's loss of consciousness, and he was so angry that he yelled at him, cursing in both Chinese and English.
But for a long time, the face of Uncle Chen, who was watching a movie, was now somber and scary.
It seems that the direction of things has exceeded his expectations, or that in his original inference, so many changes should not have occurred.
This funeral seems to have become extremely tortuous since the executors joined.
His face became extremely ugly, and he looked terrifying when he was paired with a weird black robe. He looked at Huang Hui faintly, with an unconcealable boredom on his face.
Huang Hui is crazy, John Rongchuan's nameless trio are in a deadlock, and now only Uncle Chen can break the situation.
But he stood there, thinking for a long time, but never did anything.
But John could only pin his hopes on him, and saw him turning around and begging to Uncle Chen: "Now only you can help. Wouldn't it be okay if you drip the blood?"
When Uncle Chen heard this, he turned his head slowly, looked at John, and said nothing.
But he turned his head and looked at the coffin behind, as if he was weighing something.
Finally he stomped his feet on the ground without leaving a trace, and coughed slightly, "I can't bleed, I can hold them instead of you, and you can finish the bleeding."
John heard that Uncle Chen was willing to help, even if it could help him contain the situation of Rongchuan and Wuming, it was enough.
He was overjoyed, but then he was a little worried, "Now the three of us have reached a barely balanced balance. Once I leave, I'm afraid you won't be able to control it."
Uncle Chen began to walk towards John, his feet were heavy, and he actually stepped on the thick loess with a thumping sound.
"Don't worry, you and I can replace it."
John looked at Rong Chuan, who was struggling with pain, and the nameless person who had no idea whether he was dead or alive, and nodded heavily.
He hooked his body, pulled Rong Chuan's body half buried in the soil, and began to move out, adjusting his position for Uncle Chen to take over.
Uncle Chen didn't have any burden, walked directly to the collapsed part, replaced John's position, and began to grasp Rong Chuan's body.
John pulled out, relieved, panting heavily.
He didn't know what exactly existed in the underground, how could there be such a great strength, knowing that the three of them are extremely strong adult males, and they have almost no ability to resist.
He touched the sweat on his head, and looked around, it seemed that the downward trend had begun to slow down with the intervention of Uncle Chen.
Even the nameless nose has broken free of the loess, and the nostrils are splashing with dirt.
John was a little unbelievable. Why does this old man have such a great strength
Looking at the unchanging look of Uncle Chen, it is impossible to imagine that such an old man would be stronger than such a mature man!
But John knows that this is not the time to consider these, after all, he still needs to complete the blood dripping ceremony.
He started sprinting quickly towards the tombstone in three steps and two steps, and then glanced at Huang Hui, who was completely dull on the ground, and he was extremely bored.
Even if they were the newspapers that entered at the same time, they still felt a little bit of sympathy, but since entering the mission, he has completely seen this woman.
It's simply that success is not enough to fail, it can't help at all, and even bad things will happen at critical moments.
After this period of tempering, he has completely seen his current situation clearly. This place is the survival of the fittest, without sufficient determination and strong will, even if he survives, it will be a drag on other people.
Sympathy cannot survive in this place.
After John glanced at her, he quickly picked up the fruit knife from the ground, and cut his index finger and middle finger through a cut without any hesitation.
He used a lot of effort. He thought that perhaps the amount of blood dripping was large enough to meet the grave owner's request as soon as possible. Although Wuming now has a little breathing opportunity, he can't delay it any longer.
The bright red blood began to flow frantically from John's fingers like a broken thread. He clenched his fist in an attempt to speed up the flow of blood.
The slightly viscous blood tickly hit the dark blue tombstone, diluting part of the dust, and gradually began to flow along the lettering on the tombstone.
John's heart was very anxious. While looking at the blood on the tombstone, he watched the situation on the unknown side.
Wuming’s current situation is no longer as critical as before, and with John’s actions, his head has begun to pull away from the ground. Obviously, the grave owner has slightly relaxed some strength. Following Rong Chuan and Uncle Chen With the effort, Wuming is gradually starting to withdraw from the ground.
Rong Chuan had already begun to hold back his purple face, and began to relax. He stared at Wuming in a daze, and did not relax for a moment. Now he felt the weakening of the enemy's strength, and there was a slight relief on his face.
Uncle Chen is still the same, expressionless, as if bearing the pressure of two people hasn't changed anything for him.
This method worked, and he seemed to have expected it a long time ago.
John was overjoyed and began to pinch the wrist of his left hand with his right hand to speed up the flow of blood, and the blood on the tombstone was almost red.
Especially the three words "Chen Huanji" were completely filled with blood.
John was faltering, and the flow of a lot of blood was so strong that he could not hold on to such a strong physique.
But the Wuming side was already half of his body pulled out of the ground, and as the layers of loess fell, Rong Chuan had completely separated from the cover of loess. At this time, he exchanged positions with Uncle Chen and found a place to borrow.
The nameless consciousness is vague and unable to speak, but with the hard work of Rong Chuan and Uncle Chen, coupled with John's actions, his body will almost immediately break away from the cover of the loess!
Chen Shugong and Rong Chuan saw that only the last kick was left at this time. They worked hard together, grabbed the two nameless arms, gritted their teeth and slammed!
boom! !
The ground where Wuming was originally located completely collapsed into a circular cavity, but at the last moment when the ground collapsed, Wuming's whole body was dragged to a safe position.
Rong Chuan slumped on the ground, panting heavily, turned his head to look at John, who was holding the tombstone, his face pale, and he smiled reluctantly.
When John saw that the matter was finally over, he leaned on the tombstone and slowly stroked his body to the ground, breathing a long sigh of relief.
At this moment, Uncle Chen, who had been silent for a long time, looked at the unconscious Wuming on the ground, looked at the blood-stained tombstone, and the corners of his mouth showed an elusive smile.
It seems that everything has returned to his control... (End of this chapter)