Volume 5 Chapter 19 The Hall of Doors (3)

Everyone was attracted by my cry, and when they turned around, Ye Cheng let out a strange cry and took a big step back. Pan Zi’s reflex was to “click” and cock his gun, but he didn’t shoot.

(It’s strange, I don’t know why, I’ve never heard of anyone using a pistol to shoot a rice dumpling in a tomb. I don’t know if this is a rule of the ancestors, or if there are consequences that we don’t know about if we do this. Later, I asked the monk Hua, and he said that the apparent reason is that many corpses have corpse poison. If it’s just a moldy rice dumpling, this shot will go down, and the corpse water will be wasted wherever it splashes.

The fat man was thinking about how to put the cigarette into the gas mask, and was suddenly startled by our movement, not knowing what was going on. But when he looked at the place where Pan Zi’s gun was pointing, it was next to his head, so he knew it wasn’t him. He immediately realized what was going on, and turned his head to look behind his shoulder.

When he looked, he saw the face, and the fat man was immediately confused. The cigarette in his hand fell to the beam and froze there.

The person lying on the fat man’s back, shivering behind the fat man’s shoulder, did not react to the fat man’s turning his head. The two of them just stared at each other, looking at each other with affection.

Where did this person come from? My mind was in a whirl. When we first entered, we had swept the area with our flashlights, and although we weren’t very thorough, a person this big would definitely have been seen. That means that when we first entered, this “person” wasn’t here. How could he suddenly appear on the fat man’s back?

Could it be that Ning and his gang had gotten into some trouble here? Or could it be that he was just the vengeful spirit of a person who died in this imperial tomb?

I’ve seen a lot of strange things, but being in the eerie underground mausoleum, I suddenly felt my scalp tingling and my hair standing on end. I couldn’t help but feel as if something was crawling on my back, making me feel very uncomfortable.

The fat man’s face was pale and cold sweat was running down his face, but he was a man after all, and he had already reacted at this point. He didn’t dare to move, but I saw his hand slowly make a gesture of a pistol, presumably to tell Pan Zi to shoot.

Pan Zi waved his hand, telling him to move his head over a little so he could aim. At this time, Hua Monk raised his hands and said softly, “Wait, let’s take a look first. Don’t be a living person.”

“Can you call someone a living person if they look like this?” Pan Zi whispered.

Hua Monk waved his hands to tell him to stop talking, and he moved the flashlight little by little to the back of the fat man’s shoulder. The flashlight shone up, and the man’s head turned to us at once when he was illuminated by the light. I saw an indescribable face, the whole face was sunken. There was only a big hole where the nose should be, the eye sockets were deeply deformed, and the two eyes reflected the light of the flashlight like a flashlight. The mouth looked like an owl.

Pan Zi hesitated, the gun slipped from his hand, and he looked at us, “Is he a fucking night owl?”

I thought to myself, how could it be? With the air quality here, it’s basically impossible for any living thing to exist. A night owl couldn’t possibly survive here. And if this is a night owl, it’s fucking too big.

But just looking at this face, it really does look a lot like a night owl. Night owls don’t make a sound when they fly, so is that what happened? Did he fly silently from the roof and land on the fat guy? How come the fat guy didn’t feel a thing?

The fat guy’s face was sweating like a waterfall, and while he was still telling Pan Zi to shoot, he started reaching for the dagger on his waist. Probably seeing that we didn’t react, he couldn’t help but act on his own. I quickly waved my hand at the fat man, telling him to stop. Before we figure this out, don’t force it.

The fat man gritted his teeth at me, protesting?

I didn’t expect that as soon as he showed his teeth, the person on his back suddenly seemed to be stimulated, and his face suddenly contorted. He leaned back, and suddenly his mouth opened wide. A mouthful of 2-inch-long fangs, that must not be a bird, and the more it opened, the bigger it got, quickly exceeding the limit of what a human could open.

I saw that it was bad, and the fat man was going to be unlucky! Pan Zi Meng pressed the butt of the gun against his shoulder, took a look at the mouth, and just as he was about to shoot, suddenly, “whoosh,” a gust of wind flew past me, and something was thrown in from outside the temple, hitting Pan Zi’s gun, which deflected, and a series of bullets swept up past the fat man’s ear. The fat man was scared and yelled, “Where the hell are you shooting from?”

I turned around and saw Chen Pi A Si and Shunzi rushing in. Chen Pi A Si yelled at Pan Zi, “Put down the gun!”

The thing above had already bitten down on the fat man’s neck. The fat man’s head hit the thing, knocking its head off. Then he twisted his body and used his backhand to grab the thing’s mouth, trying to throw it off. But the thing didn’t know how to get off his back, and no matter how he threw it, he couldn’t get rid of it. The fat man yelled, “Damn it, someone come help!”

Ye Cheng pulled out his knife and wanted to go up. I yelled, “No! The beam is going to collapse! Fat man, jump down quickly!”

The fat man didn’t hear me at all, and he was still yelling, ‘You heartless people, hurry up!’

Chen Pi A Si slammed his hand, and an iron bullet hit the fat man’s foot. The fat man let out a cry of pain, and his foot slipped, causing the entire beam to tilt downwards with a crunch. The fat man lost his balance in an instant, and as soon as he fell, he fell.

The beam was so high that it was not a matter of if he would be alright or not. Luckily, there was a corpse hanging below, so when he fell, he pulled on it, which slowed him down and he fell into the pile of rubble on the ground. We rushed over to take a look, and everyone was stunned: the thing behind the fat man was gone, there was nothing there…

I suddenly remembered the bullet holes in the pillar, and immediately realized that something was wrong. I swung my hand and said, “That thing didn’t fall! Watch your head!” Before he could finish his sentence, a shadow flashed past his head, and Shunzi on the side rolled on the ground, with three bloodstains on his left shoulder.

I immediately picked up the gun, but the old 56 was much heavier than I thought, and I wasn’t holding it very steady. The fat man got up, grabbed my gun, and swept it around the top with his senses. A large number of tiles fell down with a loud crash. We all held up our flashlights to illuminate him, but when the gun smoke cleared, there was nothing on the roof.

“What the hell was that thing?” the fat man was still in shock.

“You’re asking us? You didn’t even feel it when it was on top of you. What are you doing?” Pan Zi yelled.

The fat man was furious and just about to yell back, but suddenly he froze. We turned around and saw that, holy shit, the weird face had appeared from behind Pan Zi’s shoulder and was staring at us.

We immediately backed away from Pan Zi, who immediately turned green when he saw our reaction and yelled, “What are you doing?” Before he could turn around, the thing behind his shoulder suddenly opened its mouth wide and showed its fangs.

The fat guy raised his gun and fired a single shot. Bang! The thing’s half-head was blown off, and green water splashed everywhere, covering us in a foul smell.

I thought it was over, but then I saw that there was still a face inside the huge mouth of the half-head!

“Damn it!” I heard Shunzi call out softly, and she flew at Pan Zi, knocking him out of the way. He sat up after falling to the ground, and I didn’t know when he had already grabbed the saber in his hand and stabbed behind him.

But the thing behind him was already gone. Sitting behind him was Shunzi, who had just hit him, and the saber went straight through. Fortunately, Shunzi reacted quickly, grabbed his hand, twisted his hand over, and yelled, “Who just fired a gun?!”