Chapter 79 The True Identity of the Clay Man

The previous clay figurine felt particularly real. Just as he held the opened black cloth in his hand, his expression changed in an instant, and all the movements were frozen.

My eyes turned to the brain of the body in the coffin. The next second, my brain seemed to explode. My naked eye saw the eyes of Zongzi quickly open, and the peaceful facial expression immediately became ferocious.

"No, go back!"

I was behind my words and pulled Zhang Tong back quickly, and Fatty Ma didn't fall behind at all.

Just after we retreated, the clay figurine and four tremetic people did not move their steps and still stood next to the coffin like wooden pillars.

"It's not evil, is it!" Fatty Ma gasped.

I shouted mud man, but I didn't get a response.

However, they made a move. Five people stretched out their hands at the same time and did something that stunned me. The five of them actually held down the body in the coffin!

Fat Ma was also stunned and scolded, "It's against the sky!" Then he shouted, "Mom, clay figurine, you are so desperate!"

However, there was no response from the clay figurine.

I asked Zhang Tong to stand still and not move. At the same time, Fatty Ma and I limped forward and took a few steps. I didn't forget to remind Zhang Tong not to come over.

Zhang Tong answered weakly.

When Fatty Ma and I approached, we saw that the coffin was shaking violently. The expressions of the clay figurine and the four people were not very relaxed, and they were slightly sweaty.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Don't come forward!" The clay figurine suddenly shouted with hoarseness in his voice.

Fat Ma and I stopped at the same time.

After about a few seconds, the coffin shook violently and bigger. Seeing that the five of them couldn't stand it, Fatty Ma and I couldn't take care of so much, so we stepped forward.

But as soon as they got close, the bodies of the five clay figurines were knocked back by the violent shaking of the coffin.

The five people quickly got up and surrounded the coffin again. However, it was a step late. Because the coffin was no longer bound, the degree of shaking could no longer be described violently. With a 'bang', the coffin fell down directly, and for a moment, it calmed down again.

The five running people stopped walking at the same time.

"What should I do?" A dewd man gasped and asked.

"Don't panic first!"

As the four people looked at the clay figurine at the same time, the clay figurine's face had changed. He was no longer the calm and calm in the past, but a little rushed.

The clay figurine swallowed and took a step forward.

The inverted coffin has stopped.

The four people did not hesitate to see the mud man move.

At this time, Fatty Ma and I had also come forward, and Fatty Ma shouted the clay figurine.

"Didn't I let you come over?" The clay figurine's words were mixed with excitement.

This sentence also made Fatty Ma angry and scolded, "Duge man, come here if you are willing to come!"

The clay figurine didn't answer, and I also calmed my voice.

But as soon as Fatty Ma took a few steps, he was stopped by a devious man.

"Don't stop me" Ma Fatty shouted and forced to rush through, but was knocked to the ground by a trembling man. The man who fell fell turned upside down, and I helped Fat Ma up.

to the devious humane: "Mom" scolded and wanted to 'reve revenge' for Fatty Ma, but what greeted me was a dark muzzle, which held straight against my forehead.

Fat Ma didn't know it and shouted at the back, "What are you doing? You don't have to be polite to them."

However, when he saw the black hole muzzle, his tone immediately softened: "If you have something to say, we are all brothers. Put away the gun first."

But the dewd man was indifferent and did not change anything.

Seeing that the soft words were not enough, Fatty Ma immediately attacked his heart and shouted to the clay figurine, "Grandma, the clay figurine asked your people to put down the gun for me."

The clay figurine did not turn around, and time seemed to be still.

"Put down the gun!" The mud man's tone is decadent.

At this time, the decoward man removed the muzzle.

And I also took a breath.

"Grandma, you are still a little human," Fatty Ma said angrily.

The clay figurine did not answer the words and kept staring at the inverted coffin.

And Fatty Ma and I were stopped ten steps away from the coffin by this gun and couldn't get close.

I don't know why the clay figurine blocked us, but I believe she has difficulties. Fatty Ma was a little excited and scolded.

I advise Fatty Ma not to worry, maybe the clay figurine has difficulties.

"There is a fart pain!" Fat Ma still muttered.

Finally, the clay figurine made a sound and his voice was quiet: "Lao Sun, fat man, please forgive me. This time it's my personal matter!" After saying that, the voice disappeared again.

Fat Ma and I were stunned at the same time, but Fatty Ma jumped faster than me and said, "What's going on?"

I took Fatty Ma's hand and asked him to wait and see.

Fat Ma finally listened to my advice. At this point, the two of us stood ten steps away and watched the movements of the clay figurines.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Zhang Tong also rushed up, and the three stood aside.

The overcovered coffin was covered on the ground and did not move.

The five clay figurines gathered around again, but as soon as they walked a few steps, suddenly, the coffin was lifted and fell to the ground again, banging like thunder, scaring everyone stunned.

I feel uneasy, and I have expected that this is definitely a hard stubble

The five clay figurines had taken out the hemp rope and prepared. The five of them spoke in a low voice and stroked with their fingers.

This is the time when I have seen this group of dewd people talking the most actively since I came in.

It seems that the people buried in this coffin definitely have a great relationship with the clay figurines.

I'm puzzled.

I suddenly thought of a crucial question. So far, I don't know what the full name of the clay figurine is, and I don't even know his last name. So I don't know anything about his origin. I only know that he has a master in his mouth, but I have never seen his true face.

I suddenly recalled the experience of going to the ground with the clay figurines. It seemed that the clay figurines had never been moved by the treasure.

Then what is he for? Is it just for this body? And now it seems to be a terrible hard stubble.

While I was meditating.

Suddenly, the coffin banged again and pulled me back from my thoughts.

I haven't come to my senses yet. The coffin tossed and fell down again, but the next second, the coffin was directly overturned and a gloomy and quickly spread.

A back is carrying us straight, full of cold air.