Chapter 492

In such a ghost place, they heard something behind them. Their scalp was fried. It was the cry of a baby. What would it be if it was not a demon!

Not to mention that curiosity killed the cat, Tang Zilin, who was walking behind, couldn't help taking a flashlight to shine behind him. Fang Qi walked out of the tomb door and saw that he didn't follow up. He turned his head to see what happened to him. He saw a white and fat baby sitting on the cover of the sarcophagus, grinning and crying.

The baby looks like the doll painted by the willow youth. It is white, fat, tender and cute. But it really shouldn't be in such a place. But I wondered if it was the old man who stole other people's children as a sacrifice for some kind of ceremony. Something happened before I finished. I left the child and ran for my life.

The more you think about it, the more likely it is. Although Tang Zilin is a big man, he is as soft as a woman. He turned back and discussed with Fang Qi: "why don't we go and take out the child? When I see the child, I think of my daughter when she was a child."

No wonder Lele is so bold. It turns out that the man looks fierce. In fact, he is a bitch.

Fang Qi was in trouble. "There are traps in that place. The ancient tomb is strange. We'd better go out. The doll doesn't know what changed. Don't go to the trough! " He didn't pull it. Tang Zilin didn't hear him finish. He turned his head and ran towards the sarcophagus like he was lost.

Fang Qi dared not let him risk alone, jumped into the tomb door and chased after him. Don't look at Tang Zilin's simplicity. He is actually a practicing family. He is fast at his feet. He jumps three or four meters away from the sarcophagus. He sees that his waist is twisted like a flying swallow. He gets on the sarcophagus. As soon as he leans forward and picks up the child, he turns his head and jumps down.

The speed was very fast. Fang Qi didn't catch up with him. Tang Zilin had returned to him. The doll cried. Fang Qi couldn't tell what was wrong. He said to him, "let's go." He twisted out of the tomb door.

He picked up the small stainless steel coffin and just stepped on the stone steps. When he looked up, he saw Mrs. Tang standing on the steps, holding a tree stick in her hand, standing foolishly looking at them. Fang Qi thought she was surprised to see Tang Zilin take out a baby from the tomb. Just about to explain, he suddenly heard the rumble behind him, followed by Tang Zilin's scream.

The movement was not like the sound made by Tang Zilin at all. It was more like that he saw something very terrible coming out in a hurry. Fang Qi immediately softened his legs and feet. When he turned his head, he saw the child monkey on Tang Zilin's upper body. At this time, his fat little body opened like an eight clawed fish and wrapped his whole head, dragging a slender soft leather strip behind him, It's pulling hard in.

Tang Zilin instinctively opened the tomb door and struggled. The stone door behind him was rattling and closing a little. It was so powerful that it dragged him a little to the tomb. Seeing that the stone door was about to close, even if he couldn't pull it in for a moment, he would make meat mud for the stone door.

Fang Qi was also impatient. He threw the small coffin, took out the sharp knife and cut the soft leather strip on him. Mrs. Tang jumped down to help. As soon as she pulled Tang Zilin out, the stone gate crashed together with a roar, leaving no gap in the closed strict pattern.

The strange doll in his hand fell to the ground with a scream and immediately hugged into a ball like a hedgehog. The cut soft leather strips splashed black ink like viscous liquid one by one, in which countless tiny insects were wriggling on the stone slab. The ball sized Earth Dragon seemed to shake its tail twice, retracted, put the broken tentacle into the ball and made a sound of Zizi.

Fang Qi took the small coffin, opened it, directly shoveled in the curled up earthworm, closed the lid and locked it. Looking back, Tang Zilin leaned against the tomb door, and the three souls had frightened two souls. Mrs. Tang dragged him up the steps.

"Go!" Fang Qi didn't dare to stay long and ran up with a small coffin.

I'm afraid no one dares to stay in this damn place. I can be scared to death. Fortunately, I didn't come in vain. Although I only got a smaller one, it's better than what I didn't get. The small ones are so evil. There must be a big one in the big stone coffin. If the big one hugs Tang Zilin, I'm afraid he can't get rid of it no matter how powerful he is.

Tang Zilin, who is afraid of losing his soul, tied two coffins down the mountain. Now he is in a hurry to put them on the coffin. The setting sun has been slanting to the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun is golden, shining on the small stainless steel coffin.

The people below heard something moving above and didn't dare to get too close. They were afraid that the stone would fall and hit people. They didn't go to untie the rope until Fangqi put the small coffin to the bottom and the rope had been finished.

Fang Qi turns back and walks over. Mrs. Tang has helped Tang Zilin take off his broken helmet and is helping him take off his protective clothing. Tang Zilin's face was pale, without a trace of human color, and he was in a daze.

Fang Qi also took off his helmet and protective clothing, took out two cigarette lights and stuffed one into his mouth: "it's okay, it's okay, after this kanhong Fuqi day."

Mrs. Tang was also frightened and sat on another stone for a while.

Fang Qi twisted out a silver needle and pricked Tang Zilin twice. Then he slowly recovered. His whole body was soft like a pool of mud, and the sweat came out like a small fountain.

Mrs. Tang came over. "Let's go down." Tang Zilin was still shaking when he stood up.

Fang Qi said, "I'd better wait. He's afraid there will be problems if he goes on like this." Divert their attention, "Mrs. Tang, did you grow up in Nanyang?"

"No, my uncle and uncle are in Nanyang and my parents are in Fushan. When I grew up, I stayed in Nanyang for two years and learned medicine and witchcraft from my grandfather, but I've never seen anything so evil. "

She didn't see Tang Zilin go to hold the baby. If she saw him use the swallow's three water copying skills to hold the monster down from the sarcophagus, would she dare to sleep in the same bed with him at night? Even if she dares to sleep with him, I'm afraid she has a great psychological shadow.

Pulling things around, sure enough, Tang Zilin slowly returned to normal, wiped his sweat and gasped for breath, and said, "Mom, it's too scary!"

Fang Qi tied his protective clothing and helmet around his waist, "go down the mountain!"

When the sun set on the top of the mountain, it was like sitting on a slide. With a grunt, it fell to the other side of the mountain, and the dusk surged up like a tide.

When they got into the car, they had to turn on the light to see that their car was driven by Miao Miao, and Fang Qi drove a pickup truck. All the way, they told Qin Fang what had just happened in the ancient tomb. What they meant to her was to remind her that this thing was very strange. Let her be careful and send her back to the county laboratory.

Qin Fang didn't say a word for a long time. Fang Qi looked at her and saw that she was frightened.