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"Fatty Dun, what's wrong? "Why did you stop and not leave?" Fang Zhisu asked.

However, Fatty Dun did not seem to hear the question and continued to stand on the spot.

Only when Fang Zishu shone his highly focused flashlight on the fat man did he realize that his entire body was trembling, especially his legs which were wrapped under his pants. Now, they were swaying back and forth like a sieve for farming in the countryside.

It had to be known that Pang Dun was a bold man. When he was entangled with the Ghost Face Spiders, he had dared to use his feet to trample on those terrifying Yin creatures. However, he had shown his true appearance now.

There was no need to think about it too much to know that something had happened.

Something must have happened up ahead.

The fat man must have seen something extraordinary; otherwise, how could the usually bold fat man be so frightened?

Fang Zishu wanted to see what exactly was in front of him, but to his frustration, the width of this tunnel was too narrow, not even allowing him to make a turn, not to mention crossing the chubby wall in front of him.

Fang Zishu was extremely anxious, but there was nothing he could do. He could only shake the fat man's body and ask, "Fatty Dun …" Fatty Dun, you brat, stop shivering. Tell me, hurry up and tell me what exactly is in front? "

"Ghost, there's a ghost in front!"

The fat man's voice trembled.

Upon hearing the word 'ghost', the recipe book reached to his waist and pulled out the 'Gold Threaded Copper Sword' hanging on the back of his waist. As he held the 'Gold Threaded Red Striped Copper Sword,' he immediately laid his head forward.

Due to the small space, the recipe book could not get closer to Fatty Dun to see what was going on.

However, after hearing the word 'ghost', Fang Zishu did his best to move his body, allowing his head to look past the chubby man's shoulder. He wanted to see what the 'ghost' in the fat man's mouth looked like.

If you didn't look, you wouldn't know. But if you looked, it would frighten the book quite a bit.

It has to be said that the corridor was very dark. Everyone had to rely on the lighting tools they had brought before they left.

Because they didn't know how deep the tomb was, before they entered, everyone unanimously agreed that only the two in the lead and the one in the back could use a flashlight. The rest of the people were illuminated with a fire piston.

In this way, he could maximize the saving of the battery while keeping it moving forward.

Although the flame of the fire piston could be used to light up the flame, it was too small. At most, it could only create a blurry shadow in the surrounding area. If he wanted to see clearly, he would have to rely on a highly focused flashlight.

At first, the recipe book was just moving forward with the fire piston in his hand, but because of Fatty's sudden stop, he noticed something was off. After hearing the word 'ghost', Fang Zhichu took out the Copper Sword and immediately took out the high intensity flashlight that he had knocked into his pants pocket.

The white light shone over, and at this moment, the prescription book clearly saw the guy that scared the fat guy so much that his whole body was trembling.

No, not really.

To be more accurate, it wasn't the same person that scared the fat guy.

It was a face.

It was a face that everyone was very familiar with.

It was a human face that everyone had seen in the past few days.

This face was none other than the face of Old Chen, whom they had parted ways with before.

The old Chief Chen who lived at the Chen Family Dam and acted as a guide for them to talk about the past.

"Old Chen …" Old Chen? "

Upon seeing the familiar face, Fang Zishu's eyes widened in astonishment.

You have to understand that a few days ago, when he entered the cave and arrived at the mural, Old Chen was the one who led the way. He saw the note disappear into the mural, and he trembled in fear.

After that, no matter how many people tried to comfort him, Old Chen decided to not move forward at all.

They had no choice but to send Old Chen out of the pit.

Then, they made a temporary camp for senior Chen by the side of the cave, telling him to wait for them in peace for half a month. If they hadn't come out in half a month's time, senior Chen would return to the village.

If Fang Zhoushu did not make a mistake, there was still less than half of the time until the appointed half month. Logically speaking, Old Chen should be waiting for them in the camp right now, so why did he suddenly die here?

What made Fang Zhisu even more terrified was that Old Chen's body was sunk into the stone wall.

In other words, what senior Chen's head revealed was only a face, a face that could be distinguished by one's identity.

"Old Chen …" "How could Old Chen die here?"

"This... "How is this possible!?"

Professor Xu was also frightened by Fang Zishu's words.

Back then, they had personally escorted him out of the cave and set him up in a makeshift tent. There was no way that he would appear here!

Taking a step back, even if Old Chen didn't keep his promise and snuck in after they had all entered the cave, would he still be unable to pass through the huge waterfall and the silver-armored general that blocked his way?

Even if Old Chen was lucky, to be able to cross the waterfall into the tomb and bypass the silver-armored general and walk up the stairs to arrive at the 'Birch' area, how could he be here? And die here in such a horrible way?

One had to know that this tunnel could be sealed outside of a bronze floor. If it wasn't for the explosives, it wouldn't have been opened at all. Thus, no matter what angle it was said, Old Chen's figure shouldn't appear here.

"Brother Fang, look at Old Chen's face. Do you feel that something's wrong?"

With Qi Sanpang's reminder, Fang Zishu withdrew the shock in his heart, and started to examine the familiar face from not far away with the highly focused flashlight in his hand.

The more he read, the stranger the recipe appeared.

No, it was too strange to describe.

The term 'weird' should be more accurate.

Old Chen's face, which had been exposed from outside of his head, had a twisted expression. Even in death, he had maintained a frightened expression.

The most terrifying thing was that his eyes had a green luster. From a distance, his eyes were like will-o '-the-wisps floating in the summer night, giving off a chilling feeling.

That look.

Strange.

It was indescribably strange.

"No …" No, that's not right, that face is not Elder Chen's at all! "

At this moment, Fang Zishu's voice sounded out.

"Brother Fang, don't speak nonsense! That face is obviously that of Old Chen, how can it not be him!"

Qi Sanpang gathered himself, stretched out his neck and stood in front of the book, "We've been in contact with Old Chen for a few days, and we all know how he looks like. Look at those sharp eyes and the long beard growing on both sides of his mouth, these are things only Old Chen possesses!"

"This face definitely doesn't belong to Old Chen!"