Everyone's faces subconsciously became timid and took a step back. However, between Sumeru, the things in the jar became more restless and twisted. With a rumbling sound, a furry little thing as fist jumped out.

I saw something that looked like a spider and a crab appeared on the grid. It shook its hair on its body and then made a hissing sound. The row of red eyes stared at the human in front of me, as if provocative and Yang Wei. With a palate, a row of tiny teeth as small as a cone were revealed.

The teeth were opened and closed, and saliva flowed along the corners of the lips, making a hissing sound. Looking at Han Meimei, who was so close, the little monster's furry abdomen bent slightly, as if it was about to bounce up.

Just when Han Meimeikong opened his panicked eyes and thought he was dead, he suddenly heard a slap, and green juice splashed Han Meimei's face.

Looking at it again, the little monster who was still arrogant just now was actually slapped into a meat paste with a shovel...

Han Meimei was so scared that she was stunned for a moment and had no reaction. She looked at Officer Hu, who had just patted her chest and said she wanted to protect her. Now she didn't know where the cat was going. She turned around and looked for it but couldn't see anyone.

Hu Shanshan took back the folding steel shovel, glanced at the bloody and filthy material on the back of the shovel, and wrinkled his nose in disgust: "What's this thing? It's so disgusting!"

Not only did Han Meimei not understand what was going on for a while, but even Zhang Shuishu, the licking dog beside him, was dumbfounded, thinking that this monster looked so terrifying, and was koshered by you. It would be too unpretentious to give people face!

Hu Shanshan shook the folding steel shovel and rubbed it on the rock wall, pulled a tissue and wiped it, then put it away and handed it to Zhang Shuishu.

Zhang Shuishu caught it in a daze, held the glasses frame, and said to Hu Shanshan: "I heard that some ancient tombs in Lingnan have the magic technique of taming the witches to guard the tombs. The evil objects of the gust devour the Yang, sleep in the jars all year round, and wake up when they smell the breath of humans, and then attack the trespassers."

"So you mean, this little thing jumped out because of her?"

Seeing Hu Shanshan pointing her finger at her as she spoke, Han Meimei glared at her eyes: "Don't rely on me for everything, okay? I didn't touch that jar at all."

At this time, Hu Che, who had escaped, saw that it was fine here, so he walked back with his hands and feet. He criticized Han Meimei in an offensive way, and then smiled and flattered Hu Shanshan: "This is what my sister-in-law is. She is straight-minded. Don't be as good as her two heroes."

Hu Shanshan finally glanced at them coldly, too lazy to pay attention to them, and asked Zhang Shuishuai beside her, "Do you mean that if you want to continue walking forward, you have to keep a distance from these pots?"

Zhang Shuishu nodded: "It must be like this. The evil technique of the evil is very insidious. If someone is accidentally bitten, the skin will be blooming, and the serious one will be evil and the life will be affected."

Although Zhang Shuaishuai said it seriously, Hu Shanshan obviously did not pay so much attention. I think it was easy to slap one to death just now?

...

The more you walked forward, the denser the grids on both walls were, and the more well-preserved clay pots were. Later, there were almost no broken tiles on the ground, but the rock walls on both sides were filled with clay pots like goods placed in supermarkets.

The sauce-red pottery jars are arranged neatly, and they are densely packed at first glance.

The scene was a little shocked. The beam of flashlight shone through, and the dark corridor extended straight to no end. The pottery jars on both walls were like monsters waiting for opportunities, staring at you.

Looking at the flat and clean corridor in front of him, Zhang Shuaishuai inexplicably began to nervous, lowered his voice and said to Hu Shanshan: "Da Shanshan, you must be careful here. We can deal with one or two little monsters, if there are many, many..."

In fact, Zhang Shuaishuai didn't remind her that she had a grudge. Looking at the scene in front of her, there were at least hundreds or thousands of clay pots. If they all jumped out, they wouldn't be able to fight ak47!

"We need to pass quickly, try not to stay in one place for too long, and try to walk in the middle."

Hu Shanshan said as she walked, she had already broken open the folding steel shovel and was ready to go.

Hu Che and Han Meimei also walked forward cautiously. But they were very surprised because they were afraid that they were walking shoulder to shoulder.

The more nervous you are, the tighter you stick to. You squeeze me and I squeeze you, and gradually, the more power becomes more unbalanced.

Finally, Han Meimei pushed Hu Che violently and complained: "Why are you always squeezing me?"

Hu Che felt so wronged! How could he squeeze Han Meimei? It was obvious that Han Meimei always squeezed him, so he didn't use some force correspondingly, so he was squeezed against the rock wall?

But now it is too late to defend anything. Just when Hu Shanshan heard the movement, she turned around and saw Han Meimei pushing hard, and Hu Che staggered and hit the rock wall.

There was a buzzing sound for a moment, and the three or five pots attached to it exploded instantly. The little monsters with red eyes shook their bright red eyes and made hissing sounds.

Hu Che was so scared that he turned over and jumped out. With a timid step, his back pressed against the rock wall on the other side. There were a series of crunchy sounds of pottery jars bursting in Sumeru, and the pieces splattered everywhere.

The more panicked he was, the more mistake he made. At this time, it was not just Hu Che, but the overly frightened Han Meimei also screamed and retreated continuously until the cold rock wall was pressed against the back, and the familiar purse bursting sound came from behind his ears.

Little monsters like fur balls bounced up, drew beautiful arcs in the air, and rushed straight towards everyone.

For a moment, there was chaos and noisy, and the sound of jars shattering came constantly. The surroundings were filled with the trembling sound of little monsters shaking hair and the painful shouts of several people.

A little monster raised his neck and bit Han Meimei's shoulder with a fine cone. She wanted to hit the wall with her head and stumbled in the narrow corridor. Han Meimei roared and ran forward to escape.

After some chaos, Hu Che gradually clarified his mind. Although he was wrapped in several small monsters, this thing was not fatal except for biting people. Instead, it was thrown and smashed by the three of them and even stepped on it with their feet, killing many.

Seeing that the scene was gradually under control, the three people were already covered in bruises. But at this moment, the pottery jars placed in the grid shaking and shaking, and the sounds of shattering were endless.

Everyone couldn't help but feel creepy when they saw this! They thought to themselves what happened?

Zhang Shuishu was the first to understand, his face darkened, and he held the glasses and said coldly: "It's the wound on our body. The evil insects have a keen sense of smell and are particularly sensitive to the fishy smell of blood."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed the earthen pieces of pottery like firecrackers were set off in front of him. For a moment, the pieces flew away, and red eyes stared at the three of them in unison.

Seeing this, Hu Che swallowed his throat dryly, and a cold sweat flowed from his temples.
Chapter completed!