Shirley Yang has always attached great importance to team spirit and always believed that three people in a group, and everything should be made honest. Seeing that I whispered to the fat man again, he asked me: "What did you two say just now?"

I was most afraid of being questioned by Shirley Yang, so I had to re-use the plan. I took out the "Chicago typewriter" from my backpack and handed it to Shirley Yang, saying: "The road ahead may be dangerous. I will use this submachine gun for you first. If you encounter any unexpected problems, don't hesitate. If you pull the trigger, just shoot it."

Shirley Yang didn't answer, took out the **** style and said to me: "It's enough to have this pistol to defend yourself. I voted for the Democratic Party, so I don't believe in the gun. I think weapons sometimes cannot solve all problems. M1A1 can play a relatively large role in your hands and fat people."

The fat man was impatient and urged Shirley and Yang to move faster, so we hurriedly took out the gas mask, including some things used to deal with zombies, as well as the golden masks and other sacrificial objects found in the jade coffin. They were all put into carrying bags, and the fat man carried the remaining equipment. According to the terrain on the fossil altar, we found the direction of the exit of the gourd cave. Due to the terrain, we no longer carried out armed swimming this time. There were many fossils of collapsed ancient trees, some of which were connected together. Although there were occasionally some gaps in the middle, we could jump over, so we didn't have to worry about being secretly attacked by the female corpse under the water.

Guided by the compass, we walked straight west for more than a hundred meters, and the red stone walls around us suddenly closed. If the cave we were in was really a large horizontal gourd shape, then now we have arrived at the middle interface of the gourd, all of which are exactly the same as the grinding records of the ancient barbarians in the fossil altar.

The rhizomes of thick plants extending from above are gradually sparse, and the air is no longer as wet and hot as before. Searching along the raised red rock wall, the two naturally formed red rock caves are already in front of us, but the stone walls here are also red rock formations, which are left of the Cambrian period, and are as slippery as mirror surfaces. At the last ten meters, there are no fossils of ancient trees to settle down. We had to wade through the water and use a mountaineering pick to drill into the slippery rock wall. The three of us pulled each other and climbed to the junction in the middle of the gourd cave.

The horizontal surface of the groundwater just cut to the bottom of the narrow hole. It seemed that the gourd hole was tilted downward at a twenty-five-degree angle. After the groundwater flowed through, a horizontal drop occurred, flowing down along the stone wall there, forming a waterfall with not much water flow. I grabbed the hole and looked down with a "wolf eye" flashlight. The slope was very steep and arc-shaped. The depth below was much deeper than I expected. I couldn't see the bottom at all. It was not so easy to go down. The safest way was to fix it with a rock wedge to the entrance of the hole, then put down the rope and lower it with a safety bolt. With this preset rope in advance, you can save some trouble when returning.

I asked the fat man to install rock wedges and mountaineering ropes. The fat man asked, "Old Hu, is there really a thousand-year-old zombie corpse poison in this cave? Can the black donkey hoof work? We have never tried it, what if it doesn't work?"

I said to the fat man, "How many people who touched the gold and fought have never encountered zombies in the ancient tomb? Maybe even the few people we have never encountered more zombies. As for whether the black donkey's hooves can control zombies, we are all heard of it. However, since it is a method passed down by predecessors in previous generations, it must be more reliable. If it is really not possible, don't we have the M1A1 of the United States, so there is no need to worry."

I have never seen zombies with my own eyes, but I heard a lot. I remember my grandfather talked about the fact that he was taken away by the zombie spirit when he was young. Fortunately, he met his master and did not become a walking corpse. There are also fellow Shaanxi Li Chunlai. Speaking of the drought in their village, those should be zombies. It can be seen that this kind of thing is real. I remember that when Fatty and I fought in the Wildman Gate for the first time. When we dealt with the corpse evil, the black donkey hoofs and glutinous rice seemed to have no effect. Although the corpse evil is not the same as the zombies, they are all ancient corpses after all, so I always reserved the legend that the black donkey hoofs can control zombies.

All of them were fixed rock wedges and installed hiking ropes. I asked Shirley Yang, who had many masters of fighting in her family, and many large tombs had encountered zombies. Is this black donkey's hoof effective? If it works, what principle does it use to restrain zombies?

Shirley Yang said to me: "I can make a bet with you. The mountain god in the cave will not be a zombie. I have already mentioned the reason. Even the barbarians will not worship the corpse as gods of mountains, rivers and rivers. This custom is not the ethnic minorities in China, nor do other countries. As for the black donkey's hoofs that can subdue zombies, it is true. The principles and many sayings have been passed down, and they all have a strong mysterious color. I think there should be some in the black donkey's hoofs.

The substance that is a source of no source conflicts with the bioelectricity generated in the zombie's body. It is like adding a shield to the zombie's mouth. Maybe you can replace it with other items, but this is just my personal opinion. Therefore, it is said that water can carry a boat and can also overturn it. The black donkey's hoof sometimes has the opposite effect. If there is no corpse transformed into a zombie, it will stimulate it to accelerate its change. I don't know whether it is true or false."

After hearing this, I felt a little relieved. The entrance of the cave is where the people of the Yi used long poles to hang the big toad in. However, here it seems that it is quiet and dark, like a static dark world, and there seems to be no sign of life at all. It is completely different from the area we passed by. In the previous cave, there were a large number of plants, insects, fish, frogs, worms, and flying insects vibrate their wings. The water seeping down into the river was filled with the sound of nature. The gourd holes at both ends were just a five or six-meter-long interface, but they were judged as the life and death poles of the yin and yang realms. If an old zombie really became a spirit and the corpse poison that had not been dissipated for thousands of years, it might be the reason for the lack of life here.

At this time, the fat man had already prepared the hiking rope and pulled it out. It was strong enough to start the action. I first threw a cold firework down, saw the height and the height, then put on a gas mask, M1A1 on my back, and followed the put down hiking rope from the smooth red stone wall.

The concave curved rock wall at the entrance of the cave was repeatedly washed by the groundwater and was extremely slippery and could not stand at all. It could only control the collection and release of the climbing rope and delay the falling speed. It fell for about ten meters before it reached the end. At the foot, there were large wet stacked rocks, with groundwater on both sides.

I looked up and saw only the tactical spotlights on the helmets of Fatty Man from the High Place and Shirley Yang in the dark, and I couldn't see any of the rest. I called a signal to tell them that they were safe below and could come down.

Shirley Yang and Fatty received the signal and slid down with a mountaineering rope. The Fatty asked me immediately: "Have you seen any zombies?"

I said to the fat man, "Why are you still looking forward to meeting zongzi? Don't say such taboos in the future, what if the old zombie can't help but suddenly run out?"

Shirley Yang made a gesture to me and the fat man without saying a word, then loaded the bullets of the **** pistol. When he looked at the surrounding environment, he whispered: "Now it seems that everything is normal. Let's not delay and go straight to the gourd's mouth. The atmosphere here is not right. Although the mountain god may not be true, the floating corpse under the water is absolutely true. I don't know how they attacked humans. When we walk around, be sure to be careful of the movements in the water."

At this moment, the three of us each carried weapons, left the middle deep water, and groped in the darkness from the edge of the circular cave. This last section of the gourd cave was hidden deep underground. The water in the center of the cave was extremely deep and it was dead silent. There were countless hanging red stalagmites on the dome, and on both sides were stacked rock layers protruding from the water, which could be used for people to walk. These red stones were all seeped into translucent colors, and the light of the tactical spotlight shone on it, giving a faint reflection.

I can occasionally see some tiny plankton on the water surface, and there is no sign of toxicity. I can't help but feel a little grateful. It seems that our choice is correct. After thousands of years, I'm afraid that what used to treat this place as a nest will no longer exist.

After walking down from the hole above, less than tens of meters, I suddenly found a cold and dim white light on the water surface in front of me. I waved my hand quickly, and the three of them immediately hid behind the rocks and lurked, closing all the light sources on their bodies, and staring at the cold and foggy light in the dark.

The ball of light that flashed in the water from afar, from a distance to a near, I didn't see it very clearly through the gas mask, it seemed like a "dead floater". Finally it appeared. I said to the fat man beside me in the smallest voice: "I saw that the female corpse in the water didn't seem to notice us. You aim first, give it a shot, and then we rushed over to remove her from the mess."

The fat man never refused to refuse the shooting. He put down the "Chicago typewriter" in his hand first, took off the rifle behind him, aimed in a line with three points in a kneeling position. Even if he was about to fire, he saw several floating corpses appearing in the water. Some had floated to the surface of the water, and some were still at the bottom of the water, all of whom were on their backs. Although they were floating in the water, their arms and legs were bent downwards, as if they were not affected by the buoyancy of the water surface. This posture was indescribable, as if the joints were broken.
Chapter completed!