Daomu Biji

I knew at a glance what the stuffy oil bottle wanted to do, and hadn't waited to think carefully about 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. The fat man followed him, and another plate, and the char that was poured in later pushed the gap in the gap.

Suddenly, there was a burst of sound in the stone, resembling a baby crying, sharp and terrible, very miserable.

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 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 shuddered at first, and gradually stopped, sad. The call became blurred.

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

Fat people are not as pedantic as I am, although they are a bit whispering, but they are not twitching, and laughed a few times: "In the next life, cast a baby, don't cast it 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 took a deep breath, just wanting to take a break, 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 oil bottle didn't answer, glanced 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.

While turning to the third one, the fat man couldn't stand it anymore, standing in front of the shadow with sweat for a long time, and asked the oil bottle: "Brother, can we rest and do it again?"

The 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, the dull oil bottle picked up my military thorn, and held it with my backhand. The fat man lifted the masonry hammer. I was unarmed. I looked at it and lifted a drill rod from the ground. The three men turned their backs to their backs, 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 Arno 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 a big job!" Kicked the idol away with one foot, "His mother's face is not given! Laozi worship you better than a dick!"

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

Just finished talking, suddenly 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, and I said I leaned, forgetting that the top of the head is 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 a green thing appeared in the gap.

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

Under the probe light, I didn't see the whole picture of that thing at all. I only knew that a shadow fell down and stayed in the probe light circle for half a second. Then it flashed off and hit the campfire.

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

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

The fat man had the quickest reaction. He picked up a burning firewood on the ground, but took it out and extinguished it, leaving a piece of dark red charcoal.

"Dog's Day ─" He yelled. The word "" "turned into a mumble before the word was completely spit out. The person seemed to be thrown to the ground by something, followed by a series of slaps.

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

I have an inertia when I turn the searchlight, so the 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 scared that my **** rolled and urinated, and I stepped back and forth again and again under the conditioned reflex, yelling: "One more!"

Fear of being afraid, the brazing rod in his hand swept in that direction, and knocked something in the muffled sound, but did not get the energy. 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.

Hadn't taken a picture yet. When he was slammed into the back, the whole person fell out and rolled directly to the ground. The searchlight lifted off and didn't know where it flew.

I got up and knew it was bad, 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 shook my head to the side, hissing a few fists around, and then secretly heard the sound of "Kacha" 's 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!" Next, there was no movement over there. He swallowed hard.

Can't see clearly the situation there, and was quiet around him.

I asked, "Is it all solved?"

The boring oil bottle shouted: "Don't talk, listen!"

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