Chapter 80 The True Identity of the Clay Man

I felt like falling into a cold cellar. Every pore naturally opened, sucking the trace of fear, and there was also a cold sweat in the back spine. Fatty Ma's eyes stared at the boss, looking directly at the Zongzi and swallowed the waterway: "Damn it, this is not touching the Zongzi King!"

In the dark, several lampposts seemed to be fixed, and everyone seemed to have forgotten their movements.

Zhang Tong unconsciously held my arm tightly.

Suddenly, all the hemp ropes in the hands of the five clay men were thrown out and accurately put them on the body of the zongzi. Then the five people quickly changed their positions and tried to make the hemp ropes tied tighter. They ran very fast, and soon the zongzi was covered with hemp ropes, but strangely, the zongzi did not have it in this process. The slightest resistance.

When the rope went around to a certain extent, five people stopped at the same time, about one meter away from the zongzi, and the zongzi was firmly nailed to the ground like a nail.

I was puzzled when I looked at the movements of the five people in front of me. In the past, when the three of us went to the ground, we had never dealt with zongzi like this. Usually, we went up with a dead move, and the black donkey's hoofs and so on were all greeted, but looking at their posture, it seemed that they were going to catch this zongzi alive.

Fat Ma narrowed his eyes slightly and looked distracted.

I asked, "Fat, do you see any clue?"

Fat Ma slowly pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, took out a lighter, lit one, and then handed me another one.

"You said it!"

At this time, Fatty Ma opened his mouth and said, "I guess there is a valuable baby on that Zongzi"

I didn't know what to say for a moment. Fatty Ma was in high interest and persuaded me from left to right. If he was sure about the time later, he might be taken advantage of by the clay figurine alone.

"Fat, can't you think of something else? Is the clay figurine the kind of person who likes money?

I woke up Fatty Ma with these words, "Lao Sun, what you said is reasonable." Fatty Ma touched his chin and said, "Sun, when you said this, I remembered a thing!"

Fat Ma said this, which aroused my interest, and I waited for Fatty Ma's follow-up.

Fat Ma said, "Xiangxi drives out corpses, you know! Those old guys often do this kind of work of digging graves and stealing corpses," said Fatty Ma and looked at the five people: "Do you think clay figurines also do this kind of work?"

Being so casually talked by Fatty Ma makes me feel that there is some truth, but I still don't want to believe that clay figurines will do such a thing. After all, I have known each other for so many years.

"Fat, clay figurines don't do such a thing!"

"Actually, I don't want to think about this..."

But just after Fatty Ma's words fell, the accident happened. The Zongzi suddenly moved. With a scream of "Ah", a devious person was caught in his hand by the Zongzi. Blood dyed the withered claws of the Zongzi red, and the man screamed in pain.

The clay figurines were about to go to rescue, but something happened again. The zongzi bit directly on the neck of the delicative person, the blood vessels were directly broken, and a large amount of blood burst out, but the zongzi swallowed like a long drought and rain.

This scene really made me shudder.

Zhang Tong hurriedly closed her eyes, and the strength of her arm increased a little.

The clay figurines are all facing me on their backs. I don't know what their expressions are like at this time, but the formation of their five people is one less at this time, which is estimated to be greatly reduced.

The rice dumplings in front of you are by no means good.

"Hear the rope!" The clay figurine reminded them.

"Hmm"

Four people did not retreat because one person died.

Fat Ma suddenly shouted, "Mai Man, use the black donkey's hoof directly for it."

However, the clay figurine did not respond.

The situation on their side is changing rapidly. After another quarter of an hour, their strength has been exhausted, but the zongzi seems to have inextricable strength, always struggling, the hemp rope makes a creaking sound, and there have been cracks in some places.

I stared at the zongzi, and then called the fat man: "Fat, the rope is about to break. We will suffer later!"

Fat Ma listened to what I said and immediately became anxious. He packed up and was ready to run away.

"No, the clay figurine is still here."

"He is a dead head." Although Fatty Ma said so, he never moved his step again.

"He needs our help!"

Fat Ma nodded.

I asked Zhang Tong to stand in a safe place. Although she was a little reluctant to go, she also understood the situation at this time.

Fat Ma explained the softness of his body to Zhang Tong several times, and still muttered.

"Are you all right? Fat man, I saw that the rope was about to break.

Fat Ma straightened his chest and answered.

We were injured after we came in, so we were not quite flexible. After a few steps, Fatty Ma and I took out a dagger and prepared to do it.

The clay figurine saw us coming and blocked us.

Fat Ma can't control so much now and shouted, "Mom, you can't even clean up a zongzi, and you still ask me not to take action." Saying that, Fatty Ma's pace was a little bigger.

"I said you don't want to come!"

"The hemp rope is about to break. At that time, we will all suffer!" I shouted almost twice as loudly as a clay figurine.

The situation is very urgent now.

Suddenly, another deceitful person was caught by Zongzi, but in a second, he hung up and left a five-finger hole in his head. The scene was very bloody, which was really miserable!

In the end, the clay figurine still made a decision: "Stop them!"

The dewd man did not listen to the clay man's words this time.

"Did you hear what I said?"

"No, master!" The sly man decisively rejected the clay man.

"Master!" Fatty Ma couldn't help repeating it!

The word "door master" abruptly fell on me and Fatty Ma, which was novel and profound.

"Grandma, clay figurine, you are actually the master!"

The clay figurine looked a little annoy: "Didn't I say that I won't let you call?"

"But..."

"Grandma, don't talk, no one will treat you as mute!"

Fat Ma immediately answered, "If these guys didn't talk, I would really treat them as mute!"

The clay figurine was dumb for a moment.

"What are you still doing? Come and help." The clay figurine shouted at us.

We were stunned first, and then realized that we grabbed the other two ropes. When we started the rope, I knew that this was not a long-term solution. We must fundamentally solve the problem, that is, to kill the rice dumplings in front of us.

Originally wearing Zongzi from the Republic of China, it looked like wearing a bloody coat at this time.