Chapter 041 Weakness

The pillar we chose is enough to support us moving up together without interfering with each other. Unexpectedly, the foot buckles prepared by the fat man in advance really came in handy. Using the tools, we climbed up easily.

Halfway through the climb, Long Wu's ankle buckles suddenly stopped making a clicking sound as he climbed up. He clamped his legs around the pillar, half-wrapped one arm, raised the other arm, and looked toward the horizon like a monkey leaning on a flower or fruit tree. generally.

He stretched his head and stared in one direction for a long time, and suddenly said that he saw Sartre hiding behind a pillar, his head still shaking, which was very strange.

I quickly whispered to stop, and in an instant, the three people were more like three four-legged spiders, staying on the huge nanmu pillar. My mind turned and I came up with an idea. Since both of us are blind, we might as well play with this satyr.

Immediately, I told the fat man that there was one more interesting one. If it really lived for a thousand years, why not give him some familiar voices.

"You've found the right person."

The fat man was happy, patted his chest and said: "For fortune telling, I found Chen Erxian, and for fortune telling, I found Sai Huatuo. I am good at this. I am really bored when I am running a boat. I just practice oral... that... I'm good at it. Look at it."

The fat man did it as he was told, pouting and imitating a pig's cry.

In the empty main hall of the tomb, a pig's roar spread farther and farther. The bizarre ancient tomb and weird pig noises made the fat man couldn't help but cover his mouth and start having fun.

After the fat man finished enjoying himself, he remembered something and immediately asked Long Wu in a low voice: "How is the third child doing? Did you see clearly? How did the monster react?"

After asking, the fat man grinned and took a few breaths of cold air. It must have been the severe pain in his leg again.

In response to Fatty's question, Long Wu just nodded slightly.

In the darkness, the three of us shared a pair of eyes. Judging from Long Wu's performance, Satre was also very puzzled.

I found it even more interesting. At the same time, I knew that it was not easy for a fat man to climb so high, so I continued to encourage him: "Hey, don't say it, it's quite decent. I said, fat man, don't stop, continue with other tricks."

The fat man became more interested and said, "Okay, today the heifer comes in, and the awesome guy is still behind."

Then he continued to bray donkey, cat, dog, sheep---

Nasat was confused by the sounds of livestock.

I couldn't help but chuckle, the fat man imitated it so vividly, it was like pulling a cart of farm animals and lining up to visit here.

I didn't expect this fat man to have such a unique skill. I just sighed that the fat man was actually standing on his head like a heifer, so awesome.

My lips and tongue stirred, and I wanted to howl twice, but I was afraid of disturbing the fat man's rhythm.

I had to let the fat man imitate the crow of a chicken! quick! Chicken crow is the easiest!

The fat man's words were unpredictable, and he even shouted with a wide grin: "Come on, uncle, come and play!"

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This time, something happened!

The five dragons were all stupid, and so was I. Our smiles froze immediately, and then our facial expressions all twitched.

I asked him to imitate the crowing of a rooster because many creatures that never see the light of day are afraid of the crowing of a rooster.

But I never expected that Fatty would behave like this.

The empty hall suddenly became quiet, as if you could hear a pin drop.

I said it in my heart, but before I had enough fun, I was screwed by the fat man.

The fat man quickly covered his mouth and said hesitantly: "I'm sorry, everyone... entertain yourself to death... entertain yourself to death...".

It was dark and numb in front of me, and if I stretched my fingers far away, I couldn't even see a few of them.

The fat man looked over there hard and asked awkwardly: "Third brother, please take another look quickly. What's the situation now?"

Long Wu said coldly: "Danger is a gift to the "brave". Your behavior just now has completely angered it, and now it is staring up at us."

"What is not brave is a heifer sitting on a rocket---"

The fat man thought it was a compliment, and I was so angry that I gritted my teeth and said, "Don't tell me that you are talking to me. (Broken sound)".

The fat man moved his ankle buckle, clicked a few times, and tried to get closer to me, shifting his position on the tree trunk like a fat maggot.

"Old Cao, why has your voice changed?"

The fat man's mouthparts were too close to me, and a foul smell spewed out from it. I shouted in my heart: Of course, the disgusting mother opened the door to disgusting---it's so disgusting!

Although there are days when I don’t have the time to brush my teeth and wash my hands, my mouth shouldn’t stink like this. It smells worse than the sewer. I really want to say, let him put the filter mask back on quickly.

But suddenly he remembered that his mask had been damaged and had been abandoned at the entrance of the underground palace.

At that moment, I couldn't help but frown and said, "Fat man! Licking the back of your hand, you can smell it yourself! It doesn't matter if you eat too much Helicobacter pylori. I'm really not afraid of infuriating others!"

Helicobacter pylori is present in 60 to 70% of Chinese people, and it has a lot to do with our eating habits. This bacterium can survive in gastric juice and is also a major cause of bad breath.

Helicobacter pylori is mainly infected by mouth-to-mouth feeding in childhood, and reinfection is rare in adults after it has been killed. Adults can be infected through deep kissing, but eating is not so easy.

I don’t know if the fat man has kissed any girl deeply, but if he is sent on stage now, the sows will be smoked to death on the spot.

The closer I got, the smellier it became. The fat man knew that I wasn't the kind of person who wouldn't give them face. Seeing my stress reaction, he knew there might be something wrong.

He licked the back of his hand and smelled it. He actually retched and rolled his eyes.

I thought to myself that I had given him face by not retching just now, but now he was disgusted by himself.

The fat man's facial features twisted together, and he squeezed out a sentence from his throat: "It's so disgusting, I can't even taste it after eating ten heads of garlic! It's so damn high,

But I can guarantee that this has never happened before. This is the first time I have discovered it. "

"This is a symptom of poisoning. I have it too, so I rarely speak." Long Wu suddenly said this.

Long Wu's mask was always worn tightly on his face. Looking back, it seemed like this. Even when he wasn't wearing the mask, he always spoke sideways and never got close to us. More importantly, talk less.

"His mother's cow is happy, how can this poison still make people's mouth smell bad?" The fat man was extremely annoyed. "You have a big scar on your head and a dirty talk. How can you make friends?"

"I guess it's a sign that the organs in the body are slowly decaying, but the urgent thing right now is that the sheep-headed monster has arrived under our pillar." Long Wu said, his head already hanging down, looking straight down.

I had just been chatting with the fat man, but I actually forgot about Sartre below.

At this time, I was holding the column with both hands. I felt that there were many shallow depressions on it, some were smooth and some were rough. Unfortunately, it was so dark that it was impossible to see clearly whether it was the paint surface or the defects of the column itself.

I picked off a hard piece of wood that seemed to be a piece of wood and threw it down.

The wood chip made a crisp sound when it hit the ground. It seemed that it did not hit Nasat.

Now that Sartre has found us, Long Wu said he is looking towards us. There was no need to hide anymore, so I turned on the flashlight and shined it at Nasat.

When I shined the flashlight, I saw that Sartre, who was covered with strange hair, had thick limbs, and had the body of a sheep, was looking up and staring at us.

It was very uncomfortable being illuminated by the flashlight. It waved its big furry hand with long pointed nails and covered it in front of its face. From the light beam of the spotlight, you could see that it was constantly spraying mist from its mouth. It must be very angry.

This thing seems to be silent. I have never heard any movement from it, not even a roar .

But the scene that happened next is really something that I will never forget in this life.

The satyr suddenly turned his body, with his head down and his lower limbs up. He was like a squid crawling upside down, clinging to the pillar and attacking upwards rapidly.

In desperation, the fat man pulled the bolt of the gun and fired several shots.

Da da da

The fat man cursed: "You sheep-headed monster who cares about his head but not his buttocks, I'll beat you to pieces!"

Several gunshots were fired, and the Satyr was beaten to a standstill, but no blood of any color was seen to burst out. I once wondered if it hit the rubber tire.

The Satyr climbed up backwards at such a fast speed that even bullets had no effect on it. I suddenly felt something was not good.

Unfortunately, the three of us were just landlubbers entering the water, so how could we dare to splash around. It's good to be able to stand on this tall nanmu pillar, but there is no need to make unnecessary movements.

The Sartre became more and more courageous as he fought, and when he saw the fat man's ability to shoot with a few moves, he began to change his body shape, circled in the air, and fell over his head in the air!

I clicked my tongue as I looked at it. This was really a monster. With its strength, I really couldn’t figure out why it was hiding from us in the first place.

At this moment, we can clearly see the sheep's head, with two extremely deep black balls hanging on its face. These are its black eyes that can lead to hell.

When the flashlight shines on it, it seems to be sucked in. At this time, it is no longer afraid of strong light. The small black eyes are like the source of nightmares. If people are not careful, they will fall into the cold abyss.

I felt chilled in my heart, and quickly shouted not to look into its eyes, but the fat man was responsible for shooting, so he had to move his ankle buckle click-click, always looking for the target.

Three more clicks.

Three headshots are a gift to the "brave".

Without exception, the three shots hit Sartre's Heavenly Spirit Cap, and a desperate scene happened again.

Dang, Dang, Dang, three crisp sounds. If it hadn't been for the cremation sputtering out, I would have thought that Satyr had a pair of brass heads and iron arms.

I immediately wondered if there were copper walls and iron plates embedded under Sartre's skin. Otherwise, how could he not be injured at all?

The fat man lowered his gun and shouted, "It's over. There are things in this world that are not afraid of guns."

Long Wu had already copied out the Wujin Mountain Blade, and a cold light flashed from Sartre's body. The Satyr's speed has not slowed down, and he is about to pull him up. With a casual pull of his limbs as strong as steel, he can throw any one of us from the sky and turn him into a meat pie on the ground.

Now I can't think about why Sartre is not afraid of gunfire, so I quickly said to the fat man: "Don't look at it, crow like a chicken!"

The fat man was stunned by what I said.

In the emergency, the fat man opened his mouth: "Come and play... uh... bah!

Giggle! Giggle! ” (Looking up to the sky and the rooster crows)

The fat man's ventriloquism was so fake that if he closed his eyes, he would really think it was a rooster announcing the dawn.

Hearing the sound of cockcrow, Nasat suddenly stopped and his head turned mechanically. It seems to be looking for the source of the sound.

I shouted that there was a door, used the ankle buckle, subconsciously climbed up two more steps, and shouted softly to the fat man: "Don't stop!"

Taking advantage of this time, I found a good angle, held the Type 92 pistol in one hand, and aimed hard at one of Sartre's black bottomless pits.

To be honest, I have never been so nervous, and the hand holding the gun couldn't stop shaking.

Originally, my marksmanship was very average, but under such difficult conditions, I could still hit one of Sartre's eyeballs. I must call it a lucky bullet. As long as I am given this opportunity, I will top up another 20,000 yuan on my gun club membership card and practice marksmanship every day!

I took a deep breath, closed one eye, and kept my gun arm perpendicular to my line of sight.

The feeling of aiming downward made me very uncomfortable, but the small black eyeballs were so breathtaking that I didn't dare to aim for too long.

I kept thinking of Amitabha Buddha in my heart, and asked Haifeng to possess him.

Just listen to a "pop" sound.

I fired the gun, and I didn't dare to look down for the first time. This was my only chance. If I didn't hit, even if the fat man screamed like the old bustard, there would be nothing he could do to save me!

I prayed in my heart that I must blind one of its eyes, otherwise this monster would only become more and more angry, and all three of us would be pulled down and thrown to death by him.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been in business since I was in the antique shop. But I have always had a clear conscience. I have never cheated a good person, and I have never spared a villain.

Maybe my accumulated good deeds finally got a response, and this time I got a hit!