The curly hair was aimed at the portrayal on the wall and drilled more than a dozen holes. Blood oozed out of these holes. Roman said that the body must be in the wall. They both pried and padded, and buckled the metal painting in a corner.

More blood flowed out, curly hair probed in with flashlight, shouted, and immediately retreated. Something scared him, but he quickly calmed down and confirmed that the body was behind the painting.

The curly hair asked me to help, don't stand stupidly, I walked over slowly, patted my pocket, and said, "I don't bring any tools."

Long curly handed me his crowbar and asked me to take over his work. Roman suggested that we could go out and get the tools to weigh our hands. We could not get a picture with the crowbar and hammer for a long time.

Long Curly agreed, but he asked Roman to go, not let me go, saying that he wanted to monitor me.

"The sea is boundless, can I still run away?" I felt that his defense was purely unnecessary. I had no intention of running away. Besides, I was still waiting for them to help me catch the boat.

After Roman left, the curly hair did not stare at me, which was different from what he said just now. He ran back to the coffin to smell the fragrance of flowers in the coffin. After smelling it a few times, he picked his backpack and stuffed petals into it.

I rubbed my eyes and looked carefully, and confirmed that it was just a petal, not a gold coin. His behavior was a bit "fany". I suspected that he was "obsessed" by the smell of petals. It was not just like it, but maybe it was addicted.

Neither Roman nor I smelled the fragrance of flowers, only my curly hair was like a devilish man, and I was in a hurry to collect the petals.

I naturally know that this is not a good thing after staying in the tomb all year round, but he has no other symptoms and no abnormal changes in his body. At this time, he reminds him to pay attention to his condition and he will not care at all.

Especially what I said, he wouldn't listen. When he packed his back with petals, I decided to remind him a little, that these things were a bit weird.

"What? Do you really think the boat tombs belong to you? I feel sorry for taking something worthless?" I glared at me with curly eyebrows.

"Hey, pretend I didn't say it." I waved my hand and told him not to glar at me, he would take it casually.

Kakka—

After two crisp sounds, the metal painting on the wall moved, to be precise, the part of the character moved!

The human figure moves forward, moves a distance, and suddenly bounces upwards, like a door that opens upwards.

The moving painting was behind the curly hair. He was too focused on sorting out the petals in his backpack, so you didn't hear the sound just now.

Of course the sound is very small, and the sound of zipper can cover it up.

"Current--" I started to remember that I didn't know the curly name, and Roman never called him.

"What? Can't you shut up, stupid woman!" He used curly hair to tighten the petals in his backpack, trying to make room and decorate more in.

"Your colleague is out." I ignored the past and reminded him to look behind him.

A corpse with a broken belly came out of the painting, and the corpse's eyes were staring at the curly hair, not looking at me.

There is a hidden space behind the painting. The size of the space is about the same as a coffin. I have seen it myself. Now the cover of the "coffin" pops up by itself. The body is useless to move, so we walked out of it, which saves us from the effort.

The curly hair turned around impatiently, and the moment she saw her colleague's body, she suddenly retreated and almost sat on the ground.

At this time, he was in a state of confusion. He took a step back and moved forward half a step. He called the name of the corpse, obviously he suspected that the other party was still alive.

The corpse did not respond to him. In fact, just look at the corpse's belly and you will know that this person can't survive, his entire belly has been completely cleared open, and the wound is now without blood. Can a person survive?

"What's wrong with you? Hey! Answer me." Long Curly raised the volume and called the man again.

If he could call the corpse alive, I really admire him, but he couldn't.

The corpse was running for him, but it was not because I knew him. I moved two steps and looked behind the corpse. It turned out that something was supporting him and pushed him forward.

No, it can't be said to be pushing. That thing is similar to a fishing rod. The tip is stuck in the cervical vertebra of the corpse. Just looking at it like this, I don't think it is pushing the corpse away.

The corpse was only one arm away from the curly hair at this time, as long as it stretched out its arms...

Cough, it stretched out, stretched out its arms and grabbed the curly shoulder. The curly tried to shake off his hand, but struggled for two times but didn't shake it away.

He finally realized that the situation in front of him was unsafe, so he raised his hand to break the body, but he couldn't break it away. The hand of the body tightly clamped his shoulders. The harder he tried to break the body, the tighter the body was, and he screamed out loud.

He hit the head of the corpse with his forehead, but the corpse was fine, and he screamed again.

The corpse had no pain, he did it. Perhaps his actions were just self-rescue actions driven by instinct, and he did not consider that the other party would not feel pain.

I saw that if I pinched it, the curly hair would be strangled to death by the corpse, so I took a few steps forward and knocked off the arm bones of the corpse.

Then he broke the fingers of the corpse one by one and rescued the curly hair from his hands.

The space in the tomb chamber was not big, and it was particularly inconvenient for two people to squeeze into one piece. I broke away the curly hair and made some space to move my arms and legs.

My curly hair was knocked away by me, my body hit the wall, and I let out another whimpering pain.

His shoulders were bleeding, and he was poked ten blood holes by the corpse. It was naturally painful to hit the hard wall, but he couldn't die.

This time I took the corpse's shoulder and pulled him forward hard. I wondered how long the fishing rod behind his neck was.

Fortunately, it was not long, and I pulled the corpse down one meter away. I tried my best to pull the body off the fishing rod.

After the back of the corpse's neck was removed from the fishing rod, he immediately lost his soul and fell to the ground.

"Ah-Help!"

As soon as the corpse fell down, it was curly and shouting for help under the wall. It turned out that a picture of the wall he was leaning against had moved. The human-shaped door bounced open, and the corpse inside was grabbing him and tearing him.

This is a corpse with a flowering head and eight petals. You can imagine how disgusting it is. The eight petals' head hangs down, and it is all connected to the neck without breaking.

Cut the human skull into such a shape without any sticking, which shows how sharp the head cutting tool is.

The Baquantou corpse wanted to drag the curly hair into his "pit" position. Would the curly hair become like this?

I guess Long Curly also thought of this possibility. He struggled hard and tried his best to avoid it, but he just didn't get into that "pit".

"Help, save me-" Long curly hair yelled with his neck stretched out, his eyes staring at the eight-flap corpse, but a man even had his head cracked. What else was he afraid of attack?

I couldn't think of the curly hair, so I stepped forward to help him, dragged him out, pulled him out, and pulled him in the body, and I pulled him too, to see who was more powerful on both sides.
Chapter completed!