We were staring at the clothes at a high place. The head on the clothes suddenly turned silently and smiled at us. Although Shirley and Yang and I were shocked, they were not confused.

It is said that evil spirits cannot turn around. The screen walls in the rich man's house are specially designed to block evil spirits and ghosts. The halls in the back hall are full of stone walls. At worst, they can deal with her a few circles. Anyway, it is daytime outside, so I don't have to worry about running away. Thinking of this, I took out a black donkey hoof and shouted: "Master Hu invites you to braised hoof today, guys." He raised his hand and threw it at the head in the dark.

The "black donkey hoof" that specializes in zombies and evil spirits flew over from mid-air with a strong wind. As soon as I tried my best, the "wolf eyes" held in the other hand was difficult to stabilize. As soon as the light shook, the top of the hall was immediately covered by darkness. There was only a "bang" sound in the dark area, and a big object fell down, falling on a mural wall next to the stone tablet where Shirley Yang and I were.

I hurriedly shone the flashlight and wanted to see what a ghost was. When I looked closely, I saw a half-worm man grinning at us on the wall of the mural. It turned out that it was not the red witch wardrobe. The horny people were twice as big as when they just left their mother body. They were forced to retreat to the "Gourd Cave" by insect-proof drugs on the "Lingyun Tiangong" and "spiral plank road". However, I guess the several layers of "broken insect roads" in the Wang Tomb complex were mainly targeted at rats and ants, and they were old and would not have much effect on such a large "horny people". They have adapted to these smells.

This "sex man" sneaked into the hall at some point and hid in the dark place to take the opportunity to attack. However, when he rushed over, he just hit the gun and was hit by the black donkey that I threw over and smashed the evil ghost and fell on the wall of the mural.

The black donkey hoof I carried with me was found by the swallow when I was in Inner Mongolia. I have been with me for more than a year and it is almost the same as an iron ball. I accidentally hit the left eye of the "sneer". Its eyes were so scattered that it had its eyes concave, and a lot of green water flowed out, and hissing in pain.

Shirley Yang and I used the "wolf eyes" to look at the "people" on the mural wall, but accidentally found that there was another set of clothes hanging down on the top of the hall behind it, and the style was also very strange. It should be a leather armor belonging to the ancient southwest barbarians. It also only had armor and no corpses inside. Moreover, this armor did not even have a head, and only a cow horn helmet was buckled. I couldn't see if there was a head in the helmet.

It seems that there is more than that red witch robe in the back hall. I don’t know how the owners of these costumes are doing. Eighty percent of them have been killed by King Xian to sacrifice to heaven.

But I didn't want to think about it carefully. The one-eyed "sex" at the top of the mural wall had already jumped over from mid-air. Shirley Yang fired three consecutive shots in his hand and knocked it down from mid-air. The fat man below immediately caught up and added a few shots.

The fat man looked up and shouted to us, "There are still many here too, *******, they are sure we can get..." As he continued to pull the trigger, the dark palace was immediately reflected by guns and bullets.

Shirley Yang said to me: "They must remember the smell on our body, so they are chasing us. However, the growth of these guys is so fast, it must be related to the special environment in the gourd cave. They won't live long after they leave their nests."

I was in a hurry to get the submachine gun from the stone tablet, so I climbed down the stone tablet and said to Fatty and Shirley Yang: "While they are not large in number, they will be eliminated as soon as possible, and immediately close the portal of the short corridor of the back hall. Since large insects will not survive for too long under normal oxygen concentration, we just need to last for a while."

While we were not prepared, there were about dozens of "pets" who sneaked into the palace. Although there were not many, they were not small in size and could not be eliminated at the moment. They had to deal with them with the scattered stone tablets and walls in the hall. However, there were no large numbers of them coming in. Perhaps because the rest of them had not grown yet, they could not resist the medicinal properties of insects in the hall, but this was only a matter of time.

Fatty and I leaned against each other, shooting and killing the "people" who rushed over. The fat man took his busy schedule and said to me: "Commander Hu, we don't have much ammunition, so we have to take a little rest."

When I heard him say there were not many bullets, I felt a little impatient. The "Chicago Typewriter" I was holding lost its accuracy. A "sex man" who had just been bitten by the bullet was shot three times on the back and rushed into the shooting corner behind the mural wall. The few bullets behind me were nailed to the wall, causing bricks and dust to splash.

I wanted to kill one of the fewer ones, so I kept chasing it and then turned to the inside of the mural wall. I saw the seriously injured "woman" squatting on the cover of the black cauldron, staring at me with a fierce look, opening four big mouths, howling to vent the pain of being shattered by the big-caliber bullets, and the endless resentment of the female slaves in the poisonous blood flowing in its body.

The seriously injured "如歌" immediately went crazy when he saw me chasing me and used his limbs to force the cover of the tripod and rushed towards me. Its power was surprisingly great. With this support, the cover of the black copper tripod was raised backward from the tripod. Behind me was a mural wall, which was difficult to dodge, but I knew it was very fierce that the opponent's attack was fierce and fierce, and he concentrated all the remaining energy in his life on his mouth, and was preparing to die with me.

I didn't dodge, and I wanted to close it in mid-air with my gun. Unexpectedly, when I pulled the trigger, the bullet got stuck at this time. I was really afraid of anything I was afraid of. Although this American equipment was sharp, it was old-fashioned. It was rare to get stuck until now. I wanted to reverse the stock to hit the "people" who flew to the sky, but it came quickly and violently. There was only a foul stinking stinky mouth at the end of my nose, and the strange mouth with its palate limbs and flesh teeth swaying, which had hit my face.

I had to lift M1A1 to hold its neck. I didn't expect that the other party seemed to have great force and the force of the attack did not diminish at all. I knocked me to the ground. I took advantage of the force of the attack and kicked it backwards. The head of the "如" just hit the mural wall, and a large piece of black blood was immediately left on the snow-white wall.

Seeing that the "sex" was still not dead, I wanted to go forward and smash its head with the butt, but I heard a heavy metal rolling sound from behind, as if a huge wheel was crushing towards me from behind.

I thought to myself that where did the train come from? I didn't dare to hold it up. I quickly turned over and hid to the side. The cover of the huge black cauldron rolled over to my back heart. The "people" who had just struggled to get up from under the mural wall hit the edge of the cauldron. With the sound of a muted watermelon falling from the upstairs, a large amount of black blood splashed out from the entire mural wall. It was smashed into a pile of insect mud by the heavy cauldron cover. Its head was already shrunk, and it merged with the place where the mural wall was cracked. It could no longer tell where the head was and where the wall was. Only the forelimbs were still spreading and shaking constantly.

As the saying goes, shooting oneself in the foot. This "sex person" must have been a fruitful result in his previous life. He just rushed over and bit me. He was actually rolled around the ground by the cauldron that it climbed open, and finally rolled onto its head.

The gunshots in the hall were still ringing. Fatty and Shirley Yang had already dealt with more than ten largest "sex people" and were killing the remaining ones. Seeing that I was temporarily safe, I had a breath of energy and pulled out the drum and retreated the stuck shell. He almost ruined his life.

Then they stood up and wanted to help the fat man and the others, but as soon as they got together, they saw an indescribable scene. The six-legged black cauldron that had lost the cover of the cauldron was covered with white bodies. Judging from the body, there were men, women, young and old, and there were seventeen or eighteen.

These corpses were piled up in the white solidified oil, and the oil was as transparent as the skin, so they looked like they had been made into wax corpses. The blood on the corpses was bright and blood was clear. I thought to myself: "It seems that Shirley Yang was right. It was indeed a cauldron that boiled the corpses and sacrificed to the sky. These corpses were probably the owners of the strange clothes on the roof. Perhaps they were all the most identifiable people among the Yi people captured by King Xian, and the relatives of the Yi king."

As early as the time of ****, there were records of using a cauldron to cook people to worship the gods of heaven and earth. Moreover, the person being cooked cannot be an ordinary slave, otherwise it would be considered disrespectful to the gods. It seems that King Xian died before he held his ritual to step on the dragon and ascend to heaven, so this "big pot" was not useful.

I wondered again about the ghost's smirk in the corner of the palace just now. Do you want to stop us from opening the cauldron? Is there any shameful secret in this cauldron? Even if there is a female corpse with a body full of butter and blood, I feel nauseous when I think about it. Who is fucking interested in seeing you?

The corpses of these barbarians were made into this look. I really didn't want to take a look at them anymore, so I wanted to turn around and leave. I was thinking of leaving. Before my feet could move, I suddenly felt a burning air flow coming out of the black cauldron. I saw the six beast feet under the cauldron, which corresponded to the inside, and six pillars of fire were sprayed out from their beast's mouth. The black surface on the cauldron immediately burned violently when they encountered the burning fire. The corpses in the cauldron were wrapped in flames and hot oil and quickly began to melt. A strong smell of refining oil permeated the hall. The strong smell of people was about to vomit.

The six-legged black tripod turned into a big fireball at this moment, and the blazing flames made the entire back hall clear. There were more than a dozen sets of different costumes hanging on the top of the hall, all of which were different, and the clothes of these ancient people did not seem to be prepared for living people.
Chapter completed!