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Gao Yang looked at her expression while talking, with deep thought on his face, this Long Xiangru didn't seem to have the slightest fear of this kind of weird grave, on the contrary, he still had an extraordinary calmness, why is that? Woolen cloth?

The two were talking and chatting here, and the migrant workers' hands and feet were very fast. After a while, the grave was dug to a depth of nine meters.with\-me\*read\little\*-say m\**m\*\-ad

"Blood, there's blood under here!" Suddenly, there was a mess over there, and the fat man yelled in horror, and ran towards Gao Yang.

As soon as Gao Yang heard the voice, he didn't think about anything at the moment, he raised his foot and ran towards the grave.Just a few steps away, he arrived at the grave. The migrant workers were all frightened by something, and they were in a mess. They were turning up from the grave, screaming.

When they were repairing the grave, they piled the soil into a ladder shape, and the speed of turning it up was very fast.

The migrant workers came up one by one, and in just a moment, all the more than 20 migrant workers in the pit climbed up and stopped by the grave, discussing with each other, with terrified expressions on their faces.

"Gao Yang, something's wrong." The fat man ran to Gao Yang's side and yelled, "The bottom is full of blood."

Gao Yang didn't answer when he heard his words, because his eyes had already seen the situation below. In the huge deep pit, a wet and sticky thing suddenly oozed out of the dry soil, black and purple. The color, under the sunlight, looks like blood at first glance.A large area was red, and it was gradually spreading, and the soil became more and more wetter.

Seeing blood from the grave, no one has ever encountered it, let alone so many, it's no wonder everyone is so scared.

The sun was shining in the sky, and suddenly, a group of black clouds slowly approached, as if to block the sun's light.

Gao Yang frowned and didn't move.

Below this is an ancient tomb thousands of years ago. It stands to reason that as long as there is flesh and blood in it, after such a long time, it will become bones.But why is there so much blood coming out?

The black clouds are slowly approaching the sun and the light is gradually dimming.

Without the slightest hesitation, Gao Yang kicked his foot suddenly.Jumped into the grave.

"Gao Yang, what the hell are you doing down here?" The fat man was already terrified when he saw the blood, and when he saw Gao Yang jumping down, he quickly yelled.

Is this kid dying?It looks like it's dangerous.

Those migrant workers saw the blood below.Seeing that the clouds in the sky were getting darker and darker, I became even more frightened, looked at each other a few times, and finally let go and ran down the mountain in all directions.

This kind of thing is too wicked.Digging the grave not only saw blood, but also black clouds appeared to cover the sun for no apparent reason. Could it be that a ghost was dug up, then they were going to die, so they had better run away.

"Hey, don't go." The fat man became even more flustered when he saw them running, and couldn't help but shouted at their backs.

But the hearts of the migrant workers have been disturbed.Where would you listen to him?The footsteps were faster, and the figure disappeared after a while.

Money is important, but life is even more important. It's not worth working hard for a little money.

Seeing these people running away, Long Xiangru frowned.There was not much fear on his face, but he walked towards the grave instead.Looking down at the situation below.

Below, Gao Yang crouched in the dirt.There was already a thick layer of purple-black soil on the shoes, and he was looking down intently.

"Gao Yang, come up quickly, this thing is too evil, let's go quickly." The fat man lay on the ground and called out to Gao Yang.

But Gao Yang didn't respond, he didn't even raise his head, he still focused on looking down.

At this moment, all his attention was attracted by the blood soil under his feet, his eyes were fixed on the blood, he reached out and touched a little bit of it, brought it to his nose and smelled it, although it smelled a little bit, it was not fishy at all.

This should not be blood!Gao Yang frowned, pinched the soil with his fingers and looked carefully, and finally found that the red thing was water seeping from below, but the soil here is very strange, once it touches the water, it turns purple. Black, at first glance, can easily be mistaken for blood.

It seems that this is indeed the tomb of the most yin in the world, it is really true.Gao Yang thought, it's because the geology is cloudy that this kind of soil can be produced. The tomb is so humid, and water seeps out, which shows that the degree of moisturizing is by no means ordinary.

If this is the case... Gao Yang was startled, his eyes widened suddenly: Is it possible that the things below are really alive?

If so, wouldn't it be a living corpse?

Before he could finish his thoughts, the black clouds in the sky covered all the sun. The sky was getting darker and darker, and there was a strong wind. Suddenly, the weather changed from sunny and sunny to gray and dark before the rainstorm.

At the same time, his ears moved, and he heard a strange "cracking—" sound from under the soil, as if the bones were loosening. This sound was very strange.

He was startled, raised his head suddenly, and called out to the fat man, "Fatty, quickly bring the gasoline."

At the same time, he stood up quickly, raised his feet and stepped back, his shoes made deep footprints one after another on the wet mud.

Hearing his yelling so urgently, and seeing the panic on his face, the fat man got up immediately, turned around and ran towards the place where the gasoline was put.He hugged the gasoline barrel, which was about the thickness of a bucket, and picked it up as soon as he gritted his teeth.

After a few steps to the grave, he shouted to Gao Yang below: "Gao Yang..."

As a result, before he finished shouting, he froze on the spot, and saw a hand drilled out of the soil below. There was no skin on the hand, only blood and flesh, and it was festered and hung on the bone, grasping tightly. Live on high feet.

Gao Yang wanted to jump out of the grave several times, but he couldn't break free from his grip. His hand was like iron clamps, and he didn't let go at all.

Gao Yang's face was covered with sweat underneath, and his vest was cold. Unexpectedly, he encountered such a powerful thing. His feet were grabbed by that hand, and his bones were almost crushed. He gritted his teeth in pain.

The soil was loose, and the thing seemed to be trying to arch outwards, which made him so frightened that his guts almost burst.

This is the first time he has felt the feeling of fear. For so many years, he has been doing psychic techniques. Although he has heard a lot about this kind of thing, he has never encountered it. Now that he encounters it, the feeling of fear is really useless. Pen and ink are indescribable.

Seeing that the earth arch was moving more and more violently, the sound of "clack—" was getting louder, and the thing was about to come out, he suddenly felt his scalp numb, and his whole body was so nervous that he almost screamed out.

"Fatty, pour oil, hurry up." The soil loosened, and a bloody thing got out of the soil. Gao Yang looked at it, and was so frightened that he forgot to resist. He raised his head and yelled at the fat man instinctively. .

The only thought in my heart is that this thing must not be let out, otherwise the citizens of Huahai will be miserable.

"I don't." The fat man yelled when he heard Gao Yang's words, holding the oil drum in his hands, he couldn't fall down no matter what.

Although he knew that the things below were very powerful, and he also knew that Gao Yang told him to pour the oil, he must have not withdrawn it himself, but after all, he was his brother who grew up since he was a child, and pouring this barrel of oil would kill him together. He couldn't do anything.

"Hurry up, your uncle." Gao Yang struggled and yelled at the fat man. At the same time, with his left hand hard, the internal alchemy condensed with energy and blood, pulled towards the bone of that hand, trying to pull it away.

The tentacles are all naked flesh and blood when touched, let alone the disgusting feeling.

The fat man shook his head when he heard what he said, and shook his hands a few times, trying not to pour the oil down. On the other hand, Long Xiangru, who had been unresponsive, suddenly rushed over with a flash of his eyes, and slammed his hand on the bucket vigorously. Unable to hold on, the bucket turned over and fell downwards, and gasoline rained down.

When Gao Yang heard the wind from above, he narrowed his eyes, ignoring the hands on his feet, subconsciously dodged to avoid the oil.

Fortunately, the grave was very large, and he had a place to hide. The gasoline did not spill on his body, only his feet were splashed.

Dodging too quickly, his feet were grabbed by the corpse's hand again, unable to move, staggered, and fell into the soil, his head just fell in front of the bloody head, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the bloody corpse was full of flesh and blood With only a pair of white eyes on his face, his heart trembled, and he couldn't help but want to vomit.

But he moved quickly, before the blood corpse had fully crawled out of the ground, he got up, although his feet were still held by the hand, but his body was already far away.

At this time, Long Xiangru raised her hand on the top, and a lighter was ignited by her, staring down indifferently, ready to throw it down.

"Stop." Fatty saw it, and quickly reached out to grab it, but his movement was not as fast as Long Xiangru's, and the lighter fell down when he touched it.

"boom--"

When the gasoline below caught fire, it ignited, and a puff of smoke came out, and the bottom instantly turned into a sea of ​​flames.

"Gao Yang—" the fat man yelled in fear, looking at the fire below, a flash of despair suddenly flashed in his heart.

With such a big fire, Gao Yang will definitely not be able to get out...

But before he could finish shouting, a figure turned up below, holding a shovel in his hand, with fire on his feet, his face was blackened by the smoke, standing in front of him with piercing eyes, Like a god.

"Gao Yang, it's great that you're not fucking dead." The fat man quickly suppressed the sour breath that was already in his nose when he saw Gao Yang, and shouted excitedly at him.

"Run." Unexpectedly, Gao Yang didn't answer when he heard his words, instead he yelled at them and ran away first.

Upon hearing this, Long Xiangru turned around and ran away without saying anything.

The fat man reacted slowly and didn't understand, until he looked back and saw a burning thing coming out of the grave and running towards him, he was so frightened that he turned his head and ran desperately He shouted while running: "Gao Yang, your uncle—" (to be continued)