Chapter 145 The Melting Pot

We are staring at the clothes high up, the head on the clothes violently and noiselessly turned around and smiled at us, Shirley Yang and I were horrified in our hearts, but we did not mess up.

It is said that the ghosts can not turn the corner, the rich man’s mansion shadow wall, is specialized in blocking the gods and ghosts, this back of the hall hall is full of stone painting wall, the big deal with her around a few rounds, anyway, now outside is the daytime, not worried about not having a place to run away, thought of this I took out a black donkey hoofs, shouted: “Master Hu today, please eat red hot hoofs, with guys it. ” Raised his hand to the darkness of the human head thrown over.

Specializing in zombies and evil spirits “black donkey hooves”, with a strong wind, from mid-air flew over, I made a force, the other hand holding the “wolf eyes” is difficult to stabilize, the light shook, the top of the hall was immediately covered by darkness, only to hear the black place! A sound of “pop”, fell down a large object, fell on the wall of a mural next to the stone monument where Shirley Yang and I are.

I was busy with a flashlight, want to see what is actually a ghost, fixed eyes, a half insect is a mural wall grinning at us, the original is not that set of red witch clothes, the quail than just out of the mother when has been fully doubled, just now they were “Lingyun Heavenly Palace” and “spiral stacks Just now, they were forced back to the “gourd hole” by the anti-insect drugs on the “Lingyun Heavenly Palace” and the “spiral stack”, but I think the several layers of the “broken insect path” in the King’s Tomb complex are mainly for rats and ants and so on, and they are very old, so they are not suitable for the large-sized “Mistletoe”. But I believe that the several layers of “broken worm paths” in the King’s Tomb complex are mainly for rats and ants, and they are very old, so for such a large size of “Mistletoe”, they won’t be too effective, and they have already adapted to the smell.

This “痋人” do not know when slipped into the temple, hiding in the dark want to take advantage of the opportunity to sneak attack, the result of pouncing over, just bumped into the muzzle of the gun, I threw over to smash the ghost of the black donkey hooves hit, fell on the wall of the frescoes.

I carry this black donkey hoof, or in Inner Mongolia, let Yanzi find, with more than a year, with the iron ball is almost less, by mistake, even smashed into the “痋 man” left eye, straight hit it eyeballs are concave, outflow of a lot of green water, the pain hissed and shrieked.

Shirley Yang and I use “wolf eyes” to shine that mural wall of the “Mistletoe”, but inadvertently found it behind the temple on the roof, hanging with another set of clothes, the style is also very strange, that should be a belong to the ancient Southwest barbarians leather armor, the same also is Only armor, there is no body inside, and this set of armor even the head is not, only buckle a bullhorn helmet, can not see whether the helmet also has a human head.

It seems that in this back room, there is more than that set of red witch clothes, I don’t know what happened to the masters of these costumes, eighty percent have long been killed by the King of Xian sacrificed to heaven.

But do not allow me to think about the root cause, the top of the mural wall of the one-eyed “痋人”, has leaped from mid-air over, Shirley Yang’s hand of the six-four type even fired three shots, it will be from the mid-air down, the fat man underneath immediately caught up with the complementary several shots.

Fatty looked up and shouted to us: “There are a lot of also came in, fuck, they are considered to eat us ……” said continued to pull the trigger, the dark palace was immediately reflected by the gunshot bright and dark.

Shirley Yang said to me: “They must remember the odor on our body, so they are in hot pursuit. But the fact that these guys grow so fast must have something to do with the special environment in the gourd cave, they won’t live long away from their lair.”

I was in a hurry to get my submachine gun from under the stone monument, so I climbed down the stone monument while saying to Fatty and Shirley Yang, “Destroy all of them as soon as possible while they are not too many in number, close the portal of the short corridor of the back hall right away, since large-sized insects won’t survive for too long under normal oxygen concentration, we just need to last for a while. ”

While we are not prepared, quietly slipped into the palace in the “痋人”, about no less than dozens of, although the number is not large, but the body size is not small, it is difficult to eliminate all of them, we have to take advantage of the temple in the staggered stone monuments painted walls, and they circled around, so there is not a large number of influxes, probably due to the rest of the body size has not been grown, can not resist the temple of the insect medicine Medicine, but this is only a matter of time.

Fatty and I rely on each other back to back, will rush over the “痋人” one by one shot, Fatty busy to me said: “Hu Commander, our ammo is not much, under the hand can be a little more relaxed.”

I heard him say that there are not many bullets, the heart is a little impatient, end of the “Chicago typewriter” lost accuracy, just been bitten by the bullet in the back of a “痋人 “has been hit by three shots, jumped into the mural wall of the dead center of the shooting, I was behind the several rounds of bullets nailed to the wall, hitting the brick dust and splattering the wall. I thought to myself, “One less to kill, one more to kill,” I thought to myself, “One less to kill, one more to kill.

I wanted to kill one less than one, so I followed closely, followed to the inside of the mural wall, only to see that the seriously injured “痋人” is squatting on the lid of the black tripod, eyeing me intently, open four pieces of mouth, howling to give vent to the pain of being churned by large-caliber bullets, as well as its body flowing poisonous blood filled with the endless resentment of those who are the slave girl. The poisonous blood flowing in its body was filled with the endless resentment of those female slaves.

Injured “痋人” see me then chased to, immediately went berserk, viciously with both limbs violently support the tripod cover, use the force to pounce on me, it’s surprisingly strong, this brace of momentum, even the lid of the black copper tripod from the tripod body back boarded out, behind me is the wall of murals, it is difficult to dodge, but I know in my heart, the other side of the pouncing momentum of the fierce and vicious But I know in my heart that the other party’s attack is fierce and ferocious, focusing all the remaining energy in his life on his mouth, and is ready to die with me.

I don’t dodge, raise the gun want to end it in mid-air, I don’t expect a trigger, the bullet actually at this time jammed, really afraid of what to come, this American equipment, although sharp, but the old hangover, with only now jammed has been rare, I want to reverse the butt of the gun to hit the flying pounced to the “痋 people”, but it came fast and furious, the nose only smelled a strong, strong, strong, strong, and strong, and the other side of the mouth, I was ready to die with me. Fierce, the nose only smelled a stench, palate limbs and teeth shrugged the strange mouth, has pounced to my face.

I had to cross the M1A1 frame its neck, I can not imagine that the other side seems to have infinite power, the force of the pounce does not diminish at all, knocked me down on the ground, I followed the trend of a foot stomped to the “痋 man” belly, lending it the force of the pounce, it kicked it backward, that “痋 man” head right into the fresco wall, and then the “痋 man”. The “痋人”‘s head just hit the mural wall, snow-white wall, immediately leaving a large black blood stains.

I see that the “痋人” is still not dead, would like to go forward and then use the butt of the gun to completely smash its head, but I heard a heavy rolling sound of metal behind me, as if there is a huge wheel from the back of me crushed over.

I thought where the fuck is the train, do not dare to big, hurriedly a flip to the side, the black tripod tripod lid rubbed my back heart rolled over, just from the fresco wall struggling to climb up the “痋人”, by the tripod lid edge hit a square, with a watermelon from the upstairs down generally muffled, the entire wall of the frescoes spattered a large amount of black blood, it was a heavy heavy tripod lid, and it is a thick and heavy fresco wall. With a muffled sound like a watermelon falling from a building, the whole wall of the mural spattered a lot of black blood, it was hit by the heavy lid of the tripod into a pile of mud, the head has been deflated, and the wall of the mural was hit by the cracks of the wall as a whole, and can no longer distinguish where the head where the wall, only the remaining front limbs are still gesture open, and also shaking constantly.

As the saying goes, move a stone to stone their own feet, this “痋人” must be a past life do not rest on good fruits, only focus on pouncing over to bite me, even by its own boarding open the lid of the tripod, rolled on the ground in a circle, and finally crushed into its own head.

The temple gunfire is still ringing, fat man and Shirley Yang has solved more than ten of the largest size of the “痋人”, is the remaining a few to drive to extinction, I see myself here is temporarily safe, long out a breath of air, pulled out the drum, back out of the jammed shell bullets, narrowly missed him bad life.

Then stood up, want to go to the fat man they help, but just got up, actually saw a bizarre and indescribable scene, that lost the lid of the six-legged black tripod, inside the white piece, all the naked corpses, from the corpse, men and women, young and old, the number of less than 17 or 18 sets.

These corpses were piled up in white solidified grease, the grease was transparent like jelly, so it looked like the corpses were made into wax corpses, the blood on the corpses was red, I thought to myself: “It seems to let Shirley Yang hit the nail on the head, it is really a refining tripod for boiling corpses for sacrificing to heaven, these corpses are probably the masters of those weird clothes on the roof, maybe they were all captured by the king of Xian. King Xian’s captured barbarians, the people with the most status, and the stream of the barbarians’ dependents.”

As early as in the Xia and Shang time, there will be a tripod cooking human sacrifices to the gods of heaven and earth records, and be cooked can not be general slaves, otherwise it will be considered disrespectful to the gods, it seems to dedicate the king really did not hold his ceremony to ascend to the sky on the dragon has died, so this “cauldron”, has not yet been put to good use.

I also want to think just that the corner of the palace ghost’s laughter, whether to stop us from opening the lid of the tripod, is this tripod in what unseemly secrets? Even if there are naked female corpses, that covered with butter curd and blood, think about it all feel sick to the stomach, who the hell care to see you.

These razor corpses, death is strange, and was made this way, I really do not want to look at half an eye, then want to turn around and leave, thinking about leaving, feet have not moved step, suddenly feel a burning airflow, from the black tripod came out, only to see the tripod under the six beast feet, like six fire Qilin, face inward respectively, corresponding to the six fire columns from the mouth of their beasts, the tripod on the black surface, a meeting with the fire! The black surface layer on the tripod, once the fire burns, also immediately burns up violently, the bodies in the tripod are wrapped by the fire and hot oil, quickly began to melt up, a share of strong oil refining breath, diffuse in the temple, this heavy odor in the people want to vomit.

Six-legged black tripod in this instant into a big fireball, the roaring flames of the entire back of the hall reflected a bright, only to see the roof of the hall hanging more than a dozen sets of foreign-style clothing, all different, and these ancient people’s clothing are not like the preparation of the living.