[Bottle Evil] The Old Mansion's Strange Story

The stuffy oil bottle saved me again.

Over the past ten years, I have kept telling myself: when you are about to die next time, no one will save you, you have to save yourself.Or don't put yourself in life-threatening danger, you have to live, someone is waiting for you.Of course, this is almost impossible, there are constant death situations, but I survived by luck.

However, just now, if there is no Poker Bottle, I think I might still die.

My eyes went dark, and then lit up again.My heart twisted, but at this time, whether it was because of the joy of escaping from death or because of other things, it was not suitable to faint.

When I realized it, I wanted to turn it up, but before I had time, I suddenly heard another noise around the tomb, similar to the one we heard in the hall for the first time.Muffled, coming from the wall.

I know it's a mechanism that's been activated again, so the fuck can it be timed?

But what we are in is the main tomb, and I thought that no matter how we change it, the structure here should be safe, otherwise the owner of the tomb will die with the tomb robbers, and it would not be worthwhile.

Thinking this way, I suddenly heard a loud noise. I looked for the reputation and couldn't help being surprised.

A boulder suddenly fell, sealing the entrance to the tomb where we came in.Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of huge stones rubbing against the dome above our heads. Looking up, the hole where the female zongzi came down just now was also sealed.

It turned out that the figure was waiting for this, and he was waiting for this time. He must have done something with the mechanism to seal the tomb and trap us all inside.

He must have been watching secretly, waiting for us to be sealed in the tomb.But Poker-Face's memory of this tomb gradually recovered, so he reminded us that the bronze coffin is dangerous.At that time, I really planned to evacuate, but the time was not up, so the female rice dumpling and figures appeared one after another. He wanted to ensure that we were delayed in this tomb, even if he sacrificed himself.

This is the idea of ​​perishing together.

The boulder fell and kicked up a layer of dust, and the dust dispersed a little. I heard the female rice dumpling still roaring, and it seemed that she was about to break free.

The fat man cursed, walked over a few steps, and slammed a gun hard at its head.The fourth brother shot me by mistake, and then saw that I was about to be killed by a figure, and he probably convulsed again. Now he was holding a gun and looking at the falling boulder in panic.

The figure was strangled by Poker-Face, and he had already started to roll his eyes. He used both hands to pinch Poker-Face's hand, but it didn't help at all.He probably didn't have time to see us being trapped to death in this tomb, and Poker-Face didn't seem to care about the changes in the tomb at all. The muscles in his arms were tense, as if he planned to show mercy.

My mind is a little confused, these changes are too sudden.What I can be sure of is that we don't know the motive of the shadow, and he is definitely not an ordinary Zhang family.

So I got up, muscle pulling, a pain in my leg.I didn't care about it either, I stretched out my hand and pressed it on Pokerfing's arm.

Poker bottle immediately turned his head to look at me, and there was a trace of guilt in his eyes.I was shocked when he saw it, and I thought what he was thinking, and it was not his fault.

The feeling of dizziness passed, and I said to Poker Bottle: "Don't kill him, it's still useful."

Poker bottle still looked at me, but gradually, the tense muscles in his arms loosened a little.

I put down my hand, Poker Face turned his head, and with two quick movements, he removed the figure's two arms.The sound of dislocation of bones made people's teeth ache.

I don't know if it was from the pain or from the fight just now. The figure was panting heavily, coughing while panting, and his head was sweating profusely.He leaned against the coffin bed and sat slumped on the ground, not intending to resist any more.

I heard the fat man's scolding, and wanted to help him, but Poker Face stopped me, pointed to the wound on my thigh, and then walked towards the fat man.

In fact, my injury was not bad. After all, the fourth child "cared for" me, and the shot was relatively sideways. The bullet passed through, but it didn't stay in it, and it didn't hurt the bone. I walked over with a limp.So the three of them worked together and finally tied up the female zongzi tightly.This thing is invulnerable, it is really difficult to handle, so I have to tie it up first, and then think of a way.

After cooking the female zongzi, we finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking back at the huge stone at the original exit of the tomb, we have no strength to think about it for the time being.

Not giving up, the fat man tried to push, but the boulder didn't move at all.

The fourth child came over and asked me eagerly: "Old Wu, is your leg okay, I really didn't mean it!"

I waved my hand, thinking about it, but still couldn't hold back, and glared at him.The fourth child immediately gave a wretched smile, glanced at Poker Fing's gloomy face, and suppressed it again.

Our current situation seems to be very clear. The figure tried every means to trap us here, and now he has got his wish.But I don't have much feeling for the huge stone to seal the door. The mechanism is man-made, so there is a way to break it.But because of this, I always feel that it will not be so simple. The weirdness of this tomb is not only in the mechanism.And I'm sure Shadow knows the oddities.

I clutched the wound on my thigh, sat down slowly in front of the figure, looked at him, and suddenly felt that he looked exhausted.

I asked him, "Who are you and what do you want to do?"

The skin on the figure's face seemed to have been splashed with sulfuric acid or burned, and there was not a single piece of it that was good.His facial features were also distorted, he was panting, half of his teeth were exposed, without the cover of his lips.His eyes were full of resentment and resentment.

He stared at me with that look for a long time, and then at Poker Bottle, but he just didn't speak.

Seeing him like this, I probably can't speak.I don't know if his mind is clear, if he can understand what we say.

I sighed, a little tired, there are many ways to press him, but it may not be my turn.

Poker-face looked down at the figure from above, his eyes regained that indifference.He opened his mouth to ask, but he said something that neither the fat fourth child nor I understood.

It's not that we didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but that the sentence itself is not Mandarin Chinese, and I didn't understand a single word.Boyouying doesn't have any accent, and I'm sure it's not a dialect, let alone a foreign language.

Fatty and I looked at each other, and we were both surprised, when Poker-Face could speak alien languages.

In stark contrast to our reaction, was the reaction of the figure.The figure struggled violently again almost as soon as it heard it.But his arm was broken, one leg was shot, and he only used the other leg to kick Pokerfing hard, but Pokerfing dodged it with a sideways turn, and then said something normal: "It's useless." Yes, where is the exit."

When the figure heard the second sentence, he no longer struggled, but continued to pant heavily, and suddenly there was an extremely strange expression on his face.I felt that he was smiling, but the smile was so sinister that it made the hairs stand on end.

I thought the figure couldn't speak, but then I heard him squeeze a word between his teeth: DEATH.

This fucking bastard really has some kind of conspiracy.

But I saw that Poker-Face was still calm, and felt that the matter might not be that serious, or, in fact, he already had some clues.

When Pokerfing heard his answer, his eyes darkened, and he looked at him coldly: "Don't tell me."

With a declarative tone, Poker-Face knelt down in front of the two of us as he spoke.I was in a bad mood, and immediately reached out to hold his hand.I stared at him closely, and said: "Don't do anything, he looks like this, even if he wants to say it, he probably won't be able to say it, and it's useless to kill him."

Poker bottle nodded slightly, but looked at my legs, and I realized that he squatted down to see my injuries.Just now, when she tied up the female rice dumplings, she made a big move and shed some blood.But it's really not a big deal, the most urgent thing is to figure out the figure.

"Leg is fine, help me look at him." I let go of the oil bottle as I said that, and wanted to search the body, maybe there might be some useful clues on the figure.But just as I was about to reach out, I was blocked by Poker Bottle.

Poker bottle said: "You stop the bleeding first." As he spoke, he did it himself and began to search for the figure.

The fat man came over to help me, and I looked at them while taking out my backpack.

The figure was wearing a worn-out dress that had been worn for an unknown number of years, and its original color could no longer be seen. It was gray and unlined, with no pockets.The trousers were also torn, and blood was still oozing from the place where he was shot on his leg.

There are no useful clues.I frowned, and was about to ask again, when I suddenly saw the figure's shoulders, where the clothes were torn, and there seemed to be another layer underneath.Poker bottle also found out, but his expression turned serious.

Poker-Face lifted the figure's collar, and the split hem was also stretched, revealing more of the "clothing" underneath.

I suddenly felt my head buzzing.

That's not clothes, it's a pattern, tattooed on the body.Very familiar pattern.

I picked up the broken knife that was thrown on the ground by Poker, and immediately cut open the figure's clothes.On the body of the figure, a pattern familiar to the three of us suddenly appeared in front of us.

A unicorn walking on fire.