In my dark and slippery eye hole, I stepped on the inner coffin of King Xian and climbed up desperately. The anxious urging sounds of fat man and Shirley Yang were constantly coming from above. I don’t know whether it was because of my too impatient mentality or the influence of the melted substances in the "Aconitum Flesh Coffin", but I felt that the surroundings were dark. The only faint beam of light on the climbing helmet seemed to have melted into the boundless darkness of the meat coffin, which was almost negligible.

While climbing up, I felt something below was also climbing up with me. As soon as I noticed it, my heart was already cold. In the eye hole of the flesh coffin, there was nothing else except King Xian's headless corpse. It must be that the old Zongzi caught up and wanted to steal his head.

This thought flashed in my mind, and I felt that my left leg was already grabbed by a strong hand. I was about to climb out, but my body was pulled back to the middle of my eye hole. I held the human hand with one hand and inserted the engineer shovel into the old flesh-like wall with the other hand, temporarily fixing my body so as not to fall directly to the bottom.

I looked down and saw a black and complicated corpse in the trance light, and struggled to crawl out of the inner coffin. The headless corpse was covered with a layer of black mucosa, almost integrated with the eye hole of the "aconite coffin". His big black hand was stretched out and grabbed my ankle and pulled it down.

Those peach wood nails seem to have no effect on the corpse at all, which shows that there is only one possibility. The corpse has been integrated with the "corpse cave" attached to the flesh coffin. King Xian's corpse is the center of the corpse cave. When he thinks of this, he can't help but feel frightened. He heard from Shirley Yang that no one can tell how deep or how large the cauldron is in the Parisian cemetery, and how many types of mummies are there in total. There is a widely circulated saying that the scale of the cauldron in Paris is comparable to that of the underground civil defense fortifications in Beijing. Although this comparison is not absolutely reliable, it is enough to show that the tomb is extremely large.

Due to a reason unknown to the world, a "corpse cave" with a certain supernatural phenomenon has emerged in the depths of the Catacomb of Paris. It is a "slit zone" between existence and matter and energy. The "corpse cave" in France is said to be only two or three meters in diameter, while the flesh coffin of King Xian is less than twenty meters long. If a "corpse cave" that can devour all things is really formed, it will be difficult for us to escape.

However, at this time, he was in a desperate situation and didn't care much about it. He could only try to get rid of the entanglement of the headless corpse, so he shouted to the fat man above: "Fatty, take ****, get ****!" While saying that, he threw the head of King Xian up.

The fat man saw that there was something reunited below and was about to come up. He didn't look closely. He raised his hand to catch it. When he looked down, he was shining by the spotlight on his helmet. He saw clearly that it was a strange human head with a melted face. Even though he was brave, he couldn't help but shrank his hand and dropped the King Xian's head on the ground. He no longer paid attention to it and immediately took action to get out ****.

I barely supported myself below and threw the head up. Then I had no time to care whether Fatty and Shirley Yang could see that it was King Xian's head. With one hand, I immediately pulled out the engineer's shovel and slapped the headless black corpse below. A few muffled sounds were like hitting Bai Ge, which made my mouth sore and numb.

However, suddenly, I felt relaxed my feet, and the feeling of being held tightly by the iron hoop disappeared. The headless corpse actually abandoned me and crawled up from the side without saying a word, as if its target was the only "head".

Seeing that there was an opportunity, I did not dare to relax at all. I hurriedly stepped on the cavity of the headless corpse with my feet and kicked it back to the bottom of the hole. I used the power of the kick, jumped upwards, and grabbed the edge of the wet eye hole.

Shirley Yang, who was above, immediately grabbed my arm and helped me climb up. When I jumped down just now, I was really showing off my courage in my qi and blood. Now I feel scared when I climbed up. Both legs were a little trembling, so I quickly stomped my feet hard.

But I didn't even have the chance to recall the process just now. A spark appeared in front of me. The fat man had already ignited three groups of ****s, cursed, and took the right direction, and threw **** into the eye hole I had just climbed up.

My mood calmed down a little, thinking that when the **** was blown up, the headless corpse could be fried into pieces with copper and iron bones. The surrounding flesh coffin had completely deformed, as if it were the internal organs of cattle and sheep. Countless limbs inside were squirming. It seemed that within ten seconds, a "corpse hole" would be completely formed here. Fortunately, the entrance we entered was still there, but it was covered with black mucosa. I picked up the head of King Xian who was thrown away by the fat man, clamped it tightly, and shouted to Shirley Yang and the fat man: "Are you still waiting for lightning to strike? Let's go back." (Look at the well: go back from the inside to the outside; go back: run away)

The three of them chose the way out and rushed out. The fat man took his time and did not forget to ask me: "Is that thing a human head or a clear weapon?"

While running, I told the fat man: "The head of King Xian is probably the life-saving bead we are looking for." Shirley Yang was also excited when he heard that he had taken the "Dragon Dust Bead". He took two steps with me and the fat man, rushed to the entrance, quickly waved the engineer shovel, and cut through the rotten mucous membranes that blocked the entrance.

Just as he was about to jump out, a ball of black things fell from the sky with a gust of white smoke, and just fell into the fat man's hand. The fat man said wonderingly, "What kind of work?" He looked at it intently, but it turned out that it was the bunch of **** that he had just thrown into his eye hole. A large amount of flesh membrane was growing in the eye hole where the headless corpse was located. It was bounced out before the **** exploded, and the fuse had already reached the end. The fat man was shocked and hurriedly threw **** backwards. Under the impact of a ball of explosion, the three of them smoked and rolled out of the flesh coffin.

The situation in the big hole was still the same, but there were some corpse moths flying around nearby. Shirley Yang shot the last flare into the corner, attracting all the corpse moths everywhere. Then the three of them ran down the way they came. Just as they were about to run to the bottom of the big hole, they heard a "cracking" sound of nails scratching the wall above their heads.

At this time, we no longer have any lighting tools that can be far away, and we can't see clearly what's going on above, but we don't need to look at it, and we know that the "corpse hole effect" began to spread out of the aconitum squash, and it was heading straight for us.

We didn't dare to stop at any time, so we jumped into the tomb in the middle. I said to Fatty and Shirley Yang: "This head of King Xian said that we can't return anything, but in this way, we can't get rid of the entanglement of the corpse cave."

When I was about halfway through, I felt that the roaring sound of water gradually became smaller and I could hear each other talking. I said to Fatty and Shirley Yang: "First climb back to Lingyun Palace, and then try to escape from the Insect Valley. The toad palace in the gourd cave will be left to clean up later."

Shirley Yang also understood the current situation. The corpse cave would follow us in a flash. We were too busy to take care of ourselves, so we had to let go of other things for a while. So we followed me and the fat man to detour along the "plank road". Suddenly our feet became soft and we knelt on the ground.

I hurriedly helped her up, but found that Shirley Yang could no longer stand. I asked in surprise: "Do you have cramps in your thighs?"

Shirley Yang covered her knees and said, "It seems like her calf... has lost consciousness." His tone trembled and filled with horror.

The fat man held up a flashlight and illuminated it. I looked at Shirley Yang's legs and found that there was a black slut the size of a palm on her snow-white skin, which was as dark as if it was stained with ink. The fat man and I both exclaimed at the same time: "It's a corpse!"

I was so anxious that I said to Shirley Yang: "My aunt, your leg was bitten by a corpse moth, which is a death-making life... Do we have glutinous rice?"

Suddenly, there were sounds of fingernails scratching the wall from the cliff below my feet. The corpse cave, which looked like a big meat cabinet, was caught up without any idea. The distance was so close, only within ten meters.

If you are caught in this ancient wall that is as shaved as a sword, and the ape bird is worried about, it will be difficult to get out of it. The fat man and I looked at each other and knew very well that the last moment has come. We must weigh the pros and cons and have to do this head, but even if we throw away the pawns to protect the car, we may not be able to overcome the current difficulties.
Chapter completed!