The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 36 This is not the other

The "black hair" that restrained Pang Jun threw him into the air, and then sank rapidly. It was almost as if Pang Jun was being dragged into the dry well.

Wang Zikai jumped up with astonishing reaction speed and jumping ability. The muscles in his arms instantly swelled and became thick and hard. He locked Fat Jun's big belly from behind and followed Fat Jun to fly towards the dry well.

"Bah." At the critical moment, Wang Zikai's legs stepped on the well platform outside the dry well and got stuck.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", Pang Jun screamed in pain. Fortunately, he weighed more than 200 kilograms and was covered in fat, otherwise all the bones in his body would have fallen apart under the pull of two powerful forces.

Unable to drag Fat Jun into the well, Black Hair threw Fat Jun high again. Wang Zikai refused to let go and flew into the air with Fat Jun.

The black hair was shaken hard.

"Pound!" Pang Jun and Wang Zikai slammed into the house next to them, causing broken wood and dust to fly.

The black hair still didn't let go of Pang Jun and continued to circle along the ground.

"Bang bang - pound pound - pound -" Pang Jun and Wang Zikai were like big pendulums, pulled by the black hair and rampaging through the ancestral hall, smashing doors and windows, breaking beams, and then again. He flew to the second floor and smashed the flower-carved guardrail.In just half a minute, the entire ancestral hall was demolished to pieces and was on the verge of collapse.

Fortunately, Wang Zikai was like a hard tortoise shell, locking Pang Jun tightly from behind and resisting most of the impacts and injuries for him, otherwise Pang Jun would not die but would be disabled.

Gao Yang and Officer Huang were still standing at the door of the ancestral hall, holding their pistols high like fools but not pulling the trigger.Not to mention pistols, even two submachine guns will have no effect on these black hairs. If thermal weapons must be used, flamethrowers should be more effective.

The only one who can count on now is Qing Ling. Qing Ling naturally knows that she has already drawn out her long knife and is leaning forward to wait for the opportunity.Soon the opportunity came. She grabbed the slow-moving black hair and sprinted, drew her knife, and slashed.

"brush--"

The sword flashed, and hundreds of fine black hairs were floating in the air. The hairs on Pangjun's body began to fall off in large numbers. Just when everyone thought they were saved, more black hairs suddenly rushed out of the well mouth and attacked Qing Qing. spirit.

Qing Ling was startled and swung the knife to chop. However, a strand of hair wrapped around her wrist, and then more and more hair wrapped around Qing Ling. She soon became a "human rice dumpling".

"Bang bang bang!" Gao Yang fired, but just as he expected, the bullet passed through the black hair like water, causing no harm at all.

The black-haired men no longer wanted to fight, and they exerted their strength at the same time, dragging Fat Jun and Qing Ling toward the wellhead.

Qing Ling turned over, bent her legs, kicked hard, and got stuck outside the well mouth.At the same time, Wang Zikai was still holding Pang Jun, and his legs were stuck outside the well mouth.

"...Help!" Fat Jun cried.

Gao Yang and Officer Huang immediately rushed over and grabbed Qing Ling and Wang Zikai tightly.

Next, a strange scene appeared: five people hugged each other in twisted movements, forming a deformed "three heads and six arms", stuck at the mouth of the well. Their bodies were covered with tough and dense black hair, inch by inch, slowly Wringing.

From a distance, the scene appears to be still.

In fact, the forces of the two parties are reaching a delicate balance.

Gao Yang swore that this was the longest and most painful "tug of war" he had ever experienced in his life.

Three seconds passed.

Five seconds passed.

Ten seconds passed...

As the person with the most strength among the five, Wang Zikai gradually couldn't hold on anymore: "Fuck, fuck... I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore, I have to let go..."

"Don't! Don't let go!" Pang Jun begged loudly, "I don't want to die..."

"Fat man, I'll sacrifice you to save the four of us. It won't be a loss this time. Big brother will avenge you later..."

"Why me..." Fat Jun yelled, "Why didn't you let go of Gao Yang? This was originally his assessment, and I was implicated..."

"Shut up, you idiot! Even if I die... I will never leave my good brother behind..."

"boom!"

Before Wang Zikai finished speaking, the entire ground at the wellhead collapsed, and the five people fell into the depths of the ground together.

"Ahhh-"

Amid the chaotic shouting, Gao Yang felt his eyes go dark.

……

[Life detection...]

[Status: Survival] [Degree of damage: minor]

[Reminder: You have entered an unknown area and cannot explore. Your lucky point income will increase to 2 times]

【System shutdown】

【Beep——】

Gao Yang slowly opened his eyes, only to feel that the sky was bright and the sun was dazzling.

He reached up to shield his eyes, and his hands were filled with the smell of dirt and moldy moss.He slowly sat up, moved his arms, and found that there was nothing wrong with his body.

The first thing he saw was Qing Ling. Qing Ling had taken off her sports coat and was wearing a sexy shoulderless black vest. She lowered her head slightly, biting the bandage she carried with her in her mouth, and tied the wound on her right arm with one hand. At first glance, , actually looks a bit like the heroine in "Tomb of Raider 9".

"Are you... okay?" Gao Yang asked.

Qing Ling raised her head slightly and looked at her: help.

Gao Yang immediately took the bandage from her mouth and helped her wrap it up.

"Where are the others?" Gao Yang asked.

"I don't know, I just woke up too." Qing Ling said.

Gao Yang wrapped a bandage on Qing Ling's arm, and his eyes finally adapted to the strong sunlight.He looked up and looked around and was surprised!
Isn't it Gujia Village in front of us? The two of them are lying at the entrance of the village. It should be noon.Something's wrong...Am I still dreaming?
Gao Yang stretched out his hand and pinched Qing Ling's face... It probably wasn't a dream. He had never felt such a good feeling in his dream.

Qing Ling glared at him fiercely: "What are you doing?"

"Let's see if I can copy your talent." Gao Yang's expression remained unchanged, and he secretly looked at Qing Ling's expression. He was indeed fooled, "It's still not good, which means I haven't been unconscious for long, at least not more than 12 hours."

He thought for a moment and then said, "It's probably not in heaven."

Qing Ling raised her eyebrows: "You can go to heaven after you die?"

"Probably..." Gao Yang didn't have much confidence in this either.

"Quack quack..." A goose called from behind.

Gao Yang thought he heard wrongly, turned around and saw that it was really a big white goose.

The big white goose swaggered past him. He was about to say something, and then groups of big white geese passed by him and Qing Ling. It was very lively for a while.

"Quack quack... quack quack..."

Ten seconds later, the white goose army left, and Gao Yang and Qing Ling were covered in goose feathers.

"Are you two from the city?" The speaker was an old man, short, lean, dark-skinned, shirtless, wearing a pair of linen black trousers, with bare feet covered with calluses and stained with black mud. He was holding a long bamboo pole and a pipe hanging from his mouth.

There is someone!what happened?

Gao Yang was surprised when Qing Ling quickly stood up and acted on guard.

"Are you here to mourn?" the old man asked again.

"Well..." Gao Yang also stood up, speaking vaguely.

"Go to the ancestral hall. All the dead people in our village form a troupe and perform operas there." The old man took out his pipe and pointed to the ancestral hall at the end of the village. "Here, that's it."

Gao Yang looked over and saw that outside the ancestral hall was a dirt flat with a temporary shed. There were more than a dozen tables of flowing mats underneath, and there were more than a dozen white wreaths placed at the intersection.The mourning hall should be set up in the courtyard of the ancestral hall, and the faint sound of the stage troupe singing could be heard.

"Okay, thank you." Gao Yang followed the uncle's words.

"Hey, Hua Zi's family died tragically. The five living members were quartered in one night... I live next door and didn't hear anything. When I woke up in the morning, everyone was scared to death. There were severed hands and feet everywhere in the yard, in the vegetable shed, on the trees, on the roof... Hua Zi's head was stuck..."

The uncle didn't say any more, and subconsciously looked at the stone tablet with "ancient" engraved on it at his feet. There was still a pool of dried blood stains on it.

"What a sin!" He sighed and drove away.

Gao Yang immediately noticed the problem and looked at Qing Ling: "Did you find it?"

Qing Ling nodded slightly: "When we came here, the stone tablet was broken."

Although he is not completely sure, Gao Yang has already made a preliminary conclusion: "This Gujia Village is not the previous Gujia Village."

(End of this chapter)