Shirley Yang whispered to me and the fat man: "These floating corpses seem to be gathering in a certain area. It seems that they are not coming to us..."

Seeing that he was surrounded by the "dead float" in the water, the fat man felt anxious and pulled away the "Chicago typewriter" bolt and said fiercely: "I think it is probably to get together and work together to deal with us. First, start the fight first, and then get hurt. Lao Hu, what are you waiting for? Take action."

I pressed the fat man's shoulder with my hand and pressed him behind the stone to prevent him from acting recklessly. Three people lurked behind the rocks to watch the movements of the floating corpses. At this time, most of the entire cave was reflected by those floating corpses that emitted strange light. There were layers of floating female corpses that were not deep and unconscious. I was a little panicked. I only thought in advance that there might be some strange "dead floats" in this cave. With American submachine guns in hand, I could deal with them. But I never expected that there were thousands of "dead floats" in the water here. Even if we had ten times more ammunition, we would not be able to deal with them. Looking at the countless female floating corpses on the water, the blue veins on my forehead jumped up.

The only lucky ones are those "dead floats", which are similar to the logs in the river. They are ignorant and ignorant, slowly gathering towards the deep water in the middle of the cave. We held our breath and didn't even dare to let out the air. We really couldn't think of where these many female corpses came from. If it were ancient corpses thousands of years ago, how could they be preserved so well in the water and not rot at all. Looking at the hazy and plump body, they are not much different from living people. What is the reason for the cold green light emitted from the corpse? I couldn't figure it out, so I had to suppress the thunder in my heart, hide behind the shadow of the dark rock, and stare at it with wide eyes.

I calmed down and then I slowly realized some clues. Large areas of "dead floats" may have floated from the depths of the water and gradually gathered to places not far from our location. Because there were too many, the light was much brighter than the surroundings. The cold light was dazzling, but it was not very real.

Moreover, where the "dead float" is the most concentrated, there is a large cluster of red gas floating above the water surface. The bottom part is connected to the water surface, blocking the ghostly green light. Groups of "dead floats" are aimed at the red clouds and mist, and rushed in.

The large cloud of red smoke was as bright as red paint with heavy colors. There was something inside that could not be seen clearly, but it was like a bottomless hole. A large number of floating corpses were sucked in, and there was no sign of filling them.

The red clouds are probably the poisonous gas recorded in the fossil altar "Ming Painted". They may be eroded by moisture. The color of the "Ming Painted" has changed. So at first we thought that the poisonous fog sprayed from the cave was black. Now it seems that it is so bright. The brighter the color of the poisonous substances in the world is often proportional to the toxicity. The brighter the red and green, the more violent the toxicity of the colorful things is. The red fog is not sure how toxic it is, and it gathers and never disperses. If we hadn't all worn gas masks in advance, at such a close distance, it would inevitably inhale the poisonous fog into the seven orifices and die of poisoning. It's strange that so many "dead floats" squeezed into a pot of porridge in the water, but there was only a very faint sound of running water. In addition, there was no other sound. All of this was done silently.

Shirley Yang said in my ear: "There seems to be something in the poisonous fog, probably the original form of the mountain god. For some reason, the floating corpses in the water were attracted by the poisonous fog and kept floating into it. Once they were in, they seemed to be eaten."

I said to Shirley Yang: "Fuck his ancestors, this is really weird. No matter who the mountain god is, according to his way of eating, how many female corpses have to be enough for it to eat over the years, and who are these corpses?"

The fat man lay on the ground and shrugged his shoulders and said, "God knows, but those floating corpses seem to be really not wearing clothes. They are a little far away and can see it vaguely. We may not beware of getting closer to see it clearly, but we will be more concerned about how to deal with it."

Shirley Yang Lianlian waved down, let us lower our voices, pointing to the west and whispered: "These are not important. Only the current plan is to sneak past the side while the mountain god eats the female corpse. Don't disturb those... things, otherwise it will definitely be unfavorable to us."

This is the only way to do now. I have no interest in whether the mountain god is an old zombie or a mountain spirit monster. It is best to go around and go out of the gourd mouth without knowing it. After all, our goal is to "Dragon Monster Bead" in the "Tomb of King Xian", rather than to make things difficult for the mountain god in the gourd cave.

We separated the guns and each took a long spear, pressed against the wall of the gourd cave. We didn't dare to turn on the tactical spotlights on the mountain helmet. We just shrank into the translucent mountain rock shadow like wolf teeth, moving forward slowly like slow motion in the movie. There are many large and small gravels in this cave. If the movement is a little bigger, it will make a sound. The three of them inevitably added twelve more caution. We all know Nie Zu's iron rule of stealth, and you must not be impatient. However, there are too many equipment and equipment on your body. I thought not to make any noise, but it still went wrong.

We were all carrying guns on our backs. The fat man and I were carrying a "Chicago typewriter" and the Shirley Yang was carrying a "Sword Wei". I don't know whose butt stock it was. A rock was scraped down.

The stone was not big, but it fell straight into the water, making a "boom". In the quiet cave, the sound of the tiny stone falling into the water seemed to be magnified ten times by the dome-shaped cave wall. The sound of water driven by countless floating corpses on the water stopped immediately, as if the female corpses were alarmed by us and were staring at us.

I felt a stern in my heart and thought to myself: "It's over." But I still had a sense of luck. I was in the same place with the fat man Shirley Yang Chui, not daring to move at all. I just hoped that the "mountain god" in the red poisonous fog would not notice it, and I didn't dare to look there.

I crawled on the ground and cursed in my heart. However, I cannot rely on the government for my life to suffer, and I cannot blame the society for my rebellion. It is useless to complain about bad luck now.

The fat man raised his ears and listened to the movements over there, but he was still silent like a dead person. He was suspicious and gestured to me. In the darkness, I couldn't see his movements very clearly, but we had been together for many years, and each other's intentions were very clear. I knew he was probably trying to ask me: "Is there an old zombie who has become a sperm in the red fog?"

I shook my hand gently, indicating that the fat man should not move anymore and don’t make any movement now. No matter whether it is a zombie in corpse poison, it will be enough for us to get rid of it. We can’t get enough to get away with it. We have sweated in our palms, just hoping to get through the current level.

In fact, I was also full of doubts. I asked myself about the secret Feng Shui techniques I had learned in my life and my attainments were extraordinary. Looking at the terrain here, it was really like a gourd. I thought that the "gourd cave", "sleeping in the cow land", and "Tai Chi halo" (also known as dragon halo), are all immortal caves in Feng Shui. The cave looks like a gourd. Although it is strange, the Qingwu warrior has said since ancient times: If a real dragon is truly alive, what is the dignity and clumsiness? If a mountain or a flat ground, the gods are really eyed by a mark. Although the shape is different, it is a real treasure land.

How could there be zombies in such a place? If the thing wrapped in the poisonous fog is not a zombie, how could it still exist here after thousands of years? If it weren't for the thousand-year-old zombies becoming spirits, how could there be such a fierce corpse poison? What's more, looking at those "dead floats", it would be strange if corpses change. I heard that zombies can smell the popularity of birth, but I don't know whether it's useful if we wear gas masks.

The most incomprehensible thing is the countless female corpses that appeared from the bottom of the water. Why did they emerge as soon as we entered the hole? When we were peeping at the entrance of the cave before, we didn't see any abnormalities. It was a damn thing. It seems that these guys have studied the tactics of "Mine Warfare" and they don't hang strings without seeing the ghosts.

I was thinking a lot, but I didn't pay much attention to the movements near the water surface. Suddenly, I felt that Shirley Yang had pinched his arm, and immediately came to my senses. I heard the gravel beside the water, as if many people were stepping by the river, and the light reflected by the "dead float" in the cave became flickering, as if things in the water had moved over.

I knew what was coming would come in the end, but it was just a matter of time. It seemed that the other party had noticed our existence. I decided to take the initiative and gently turn my body, and change my face to face. I had loaded the bullet from the "Chicago Typewriter" in my hand, quietly waiting for the things about to be exposed from behind the rocks, and prepared to give it a meeting gift with a storm-like bullet. The fat man beside me and Shirley Yang were also ready to fight without making any noise.

The thick gas mask, due to the suction filtering system, listened to your breathing sounds very heavy inside, and the sound outside was not easy to hear clearly. The tiny sound gradually approached. Until I was close to you, I could already see some tiny red mist appearing in front of me, and I could hear the sound of iron armor coming from behind the rock. I could only hear the sound of iron armor coming from behind. I could tell that the person who came was not small in size. Why did there be such iron armor sound? Could it be that it was an ancient army? I held the submachine gun tighter.

The fat man could no longer hold his breath, suddenly jumped up from the ground, raised his submachine gun, and a string of M1A1 bullets pulled out, and the typewriter-like shooting sounded throughout the cave. I saw the fat man attacking in advance, and he didn't hesitate, and turned over. Before I could see clearly what was there, I grabbed the trigger and swept it hard behind the translucent rock hiding, first suppressing the other party with firepower.

The bullets shot into the red poisonous fog and made a rushing sound, as if hitting an armored board. The "dead floaters" in the nearby water seemed to be frightened and ran around in the water like a frying pot. The green light emitted from the corpse became stronger and stronger. In addition, the fire erupted from the muzzle when the "Chicago Typewriter" was shooting, the entire gourd-shaped cave was light and dark, as if countless fluorescent fireflies were flying quickly in the dark.
Chapter completed!