In the gray and black sight, Zhang Zhuxun kept running forward on the stairs. He felt that the thing he was dragging became heavier and heavier, as if something was holding Ma Chongshan behind.
Zhang Zhuoxun took out the hunting knife hanging from his waist and slashed towards the back. The blade sank into something soft and sticky like plasticine, and there were several hairy things running along the wrapped hunting knife.
The knife immediately crawled onto his arm.
However, before Zhang Zhuxun could withdraw his hand, the creepy feeling suddenly faded away like a tide.
There was a dull pain on the back of his hand. Zhang Zhuxun took back his hand and took a closer look. There were two rows of thin blood holes on the left hand holding the knife. Each bloody hole was as big as the head of a chopstick. The bite marks were very fine, and the flesh and skin were all scratched.
Almost cut off.
The blood flowing out of the wound has begun to coagulate, but fortunately the color of the blood is normal. Even if it is poisonous, it should not be very toxic.游
My ears were empty in an instant, and all the noisy sounds disappeared at this moment. Ma Chongshan, who was holding him with his other hand, also disappeared just now.
The dark passage in front of me seemed to have turned into the tubular mouth of some evil beast, quietly waiting for its prey to fall into its trap.
Zhang Zhuxun hurriedly looked around, "Damn it, where is the little brother? Where has the little brother gone? Wasn't he running in front of him just now?
Suddenly he recalled that when he was entangled with something, a shadow seemed to pass by him. Zhang Zhuxun immediately turned around and ran towards the iron gate.
The little brother must have discovered something and ran back after the soft thing.
When Zhang Shuxun arrived, the iron door was already wide open, and all the skulls lying on the door were gone.
Inside the door was a dark passage. Zhang Zhu held the hunting knife close to his elbow, braced himself, and walked into the door step by step.游
This passage is not long. The walls around it are no longer huge black cocoon shells, but countless light yellow hairs, as if they have entered the spider spirit's silk hole. Oh no, this should be a back now.
A moth hole with a ghost head on it.
The wool covered the entire passage from top to bottom, like cotton wool that had been beaten very softly. It felt very soft, and there was a gap in the middle. Zhang Zhuxun saw the broken wind lantern left by his brother in the corner.
Pushing aside the hair with one hand, Zhang Zhuxun bent his waist and got into the hole. He felt that he had walked dozens of meters away, but the thin silk in front of him seemed endless.
The tip of the nose is filled with a fishy, ​​sweet and astringent smell, which is very strange and seems to be vaguely familiar.
It's very similar to the idea that Zhang Chuxun and my little brother came up with when Fatty was so idle.
A kind of soup made by mixing pig blood and sheep blood with protein powder, adding some herbs, and finally putting it in a stone medicine pot to simmer for 24 hours - "Send you to see the Grandmaster in minutes".<
Chapter completed!