Daomu Biji

The shadow in the wall is indeed approaching us, and even the movement has strange changes, the head stretches strangely forward, as if trying to reach out from the stone wall.

"Move?" The fat man didn't wake up and hadn't figured it out yet.

"Before they were buried about three feet in the rock wall, now they are less than one foot away." The oil bottle said with a gesture. "In five days, they have moved towards us by more than two feet. One day and a half ── "

He paused, did not go on.

I know what he means. One day and a half, these shadows may come out of the rock formation.

"Are they alive?" I couldn't help creeping.

The oil bottle shook his head and looked straight at the shadow, and the action seemed to be facing the shadow.

My drowsiness disappeared in an instant, holding a searchlight and illuminating it all around, seeing that there were shadows all around, and goose bumps were violent. What are these shadows? If they came out of the wall-thinking, the scalp exploded straight.

Walked around, I suddenly realized what, and immediately scolded: "I rely on! Is this the purpose of that thing?"

"What is the purpose?" The fat man is still confused.

"I don't know, but maybe it's a ritual, we are a sacrifice, or this is a kind of feeding, we are a food, or this is a kind of hunting, we are a bait-in short, we are prepared for these shadows."

The fat man frowned, finally waking up, staying awkward, and scolded: "Fuck! No!"

What will I say? Look at the strange shapes of the shadows, it will definitely not be the beauty of the F cup, then they are attracted to us, definitely not a good thing.

I was so confused immediately, I didn't know what to do. I looked at the dull oil bottle, but I saw him settled in, and I didn't know what I was thinking.

The fat man suddenly took out a masonry hammer from the tool pile on one side and threw it to me.

"Why?" I asked.

"Be the first to be strong." He said in a deep voice, "I don't even know my mother when I hit them."

I grabbed him, "I don't know what these things are, you don't have to hit them a few times, but you put it out from the inside, then see how you clean up!"

The fat man scolded: "I can't stand you stupid! You won't smash a strip and look at it first?"

I still feel wrong. Looking at the dull oil bottle, he still ignores us.

The fat man thought he agreed, lifted the masonry hammer and smashed towards a figure.

He hadn't eaten for several days, he was weak, he only hit a small pit at the first time, but the stone here was very brittle, and a crack was cracked in one stroke.

He took a few sips, and then again, following the dark green jade veins, even cracked into a deep slit.

In an instant, a very strong smell came out of the stone, almost unable to make people breathe, and we all stepped back involuntarily.

The fat man wanted to smash it again, and I pulled him again, because I saw a mass of things deep in the crack.

We covered our mouth and nose and waited until the smell had dissipated a little.

The fat man picked up the miner's lamp and took a picture inside.

At first I only saw a dark green ball, which seemed to be a rock, but I couldn't tell which part of the figure it was. I wasn't too scared at first, but when I got closer, the group of things turned around, and then, a pair of white eyes turned out from behind the crack and looked at me.

That moment, I almost suffocated.

The eyes don't have any emotions or orientation, but you just know that it's looking at you and looking at you from the crack, this situation is really weird!

I and the fat man inhaled involuntarily, and both of them exploded, and immediately confirmed that this thing was not human!

Dare to look at it again, I suddenly turned my head away, and the fat man didn't know what to do.

I looked at him and thought you did n’t want to fight it, even your mother did n’t know it? He shook his head violently.

Just wanted to say something, suddenly a baby-like cry came from the crack, extremely sharp, and at the same time, a pair of extremely thin claws stretched out violently, grabbing my neck.

This speed is too fast, no one can react too late, I have been ripped into the crack and hit the rock wall hard.

The oil bottle reacted faster than the fat man at this moment. He rushed over and grabbed me, and the military thorn in the other hand stabbed into the crack, stabbed on the wrist of the claws, and stabbed three times before that thing let go.

I fell out and was quickly pulled away by the fat man.

The claws quickly stretched out again, and even a few clicks were empty. The fat man lifted his hammer and hit it a few times. I didn't know if it was hit, and his claws drew in again.

We were shocked and gasped for a long time. The fat man said: "I fuck! His grandma is a ruthless character!"

While suffocating the oil bottle, he went to the bonfire without looking back, picked up a basket, and picked up a plate of foul coal.