Chapter 81 The True Identity of the Clay Man

Its black face was also stained red by blood, and there was a strong evil spirit all over his body.

When I got the hemp rope, I felt the heavy strength. I dragged it desperately and didn't dare to relax at all. The rice dumplings in front of me were entangled with the five of us.

As soon as it moved, our steps shook slightly, and the dust on the ground also dispersed.

Fat Ma bit his teeth and scolded: "This mother's zongzi is so tossed!"

I had a dull pain in my heel. The previous old injury recurred, the blood marks on my heel collapsed again, and a large sweatball appeared on my forehead.

Looking at other people, the situation does not seem to be very good. The two strange people's faces turned a little pale, while the clay figurine's face was completely bloodless and consumed too much. All our movements were completely controlled by Zongzi. It was too difficult. If it went on like this, we would fold here.

I said to the clay: "This rice dumplings must be cleaned up."

When I said this, not only the clay figurine looked at me, but also the two sly people looked at me.

The clay fig man shook his head at me.

"Why?" I can't help asking.

At this time, the situation in the field was getting worse and worse. The violence of the zongzi completely broke out. We were dragged forward by him. I let go of a hand and took out the dagger from my waist.

Fat Ma saw my movements with sharp eyes and unambiguously took out the dagger from his waist.

"The body can't be broken!" The clay figurine suddenly said.

"What do you mean?"

I can't help but think of what Fatty Ma said about Xiangxi to drive away corpses. Clay people are not going to raise corpses!

"What do you want a broken body for?" Fatty Ma said angrily. But at this time, it is not easy to say any sentence. With the sudden 'swish' sound, Fatty Ma's chassis was weak, and his feet slid towards the zongzi. Fatty Ma shouted, and his hand quickly wanted to loosen the horse rope, but the damn it took several times. Fatty Ma almost cried anxiously and was on the horse. When the fat man quickly approached the zongzi, I hurriedly grabbed the dagger and endured the original pain. Just when the fat man and the zongzi were only ten centimeters away, I cut the hemp rope.

Fat Ma didn't stand firmly and fell to the ground, gasping violently.

At this time, the three clay figurines pulled the rice dumplings back hard.

Just now, we saw the end of the two dead people. Fatty Ma sat on the ground with his buttocks. After a while, he was afraid, and his throat knot surged up and down.

After about two seconds, the clay figurine couldn't eat it.

Fat Ma took a sip of water and scolded in a low voice: "Dastard, dare to bully me, see that I won't cost you." Fatty Ma strode three steps and two steps.

The cold light of the dagger flashed through the mud man's eyes.

Just as Fatty Ma's knife was about to fall, the clay man suddenly loosened, grabbed Fatty Ma's wrist very quickly, and gasped thickly: "The body can't be broken" The clay man's face was very ugly.

Fat Ma was stunned by the mud man's move, and then cursed at the slope, " clay figurine, what the mother is doing?"

"The body can't be broken!" The clay figurine still repeated that sentence.

"Grandma, this body is your ancestor!" Fat Ma cursed angrily.

"Be careful" Fatty Ma then shouted again, and then kicked the clay man, and the clay fig man fell back. At this moment, the withered claws of the rice dumplings cut the clay man's clothes.

It's so dangerous!

Fat Ma also quit and retreated.

Zongzi's crazy movements made a harsh and frightening sound.

At this time, only me and two tremful people grabbed the rope, but it seemed to be powerless, shaking around.

I don't know why the clay figurine always repeats that sentence, "The body can't be broken."

The clay man fell to the ground and fell stunned. When the zongzi was about to reach him, the clay man reacted and rolled back a few times.

It is too difficult to catch this zongzi alive. It is basically impossible. Our strength will be consumed, and this zongzi seems to have in exhausting strength.

It's too difficult to deal with.

After the clay figurine and Ma Fatty grabbed the hemp rope again, my pressure loosened a little.

But if it goes on like this, the five of us won't be tossing around for long. The hand clenched with hemp rope is a little painful. And there are signs of breaking.

"Cand man, this zongzi must be cleaned up, and it is unrealistic to 'take it alive"

"But..."

I was a little relieved and said, "This is a corpse, not a living person." I was confused as if I was going to guess something.

The mud man suddenly stopped and said, "I know."

"Mom, what do you know?" Fat Ma urged.

"Fat, don't talk to the door owner like this" A devious man suddenly interrupted.

Fat Ma was angry and said, "What's wrong with me?"

The dewd man rudely took out a pistol. In this case, Fatty Ma was so angry that I was afraid that Fatty Ma would push the bull, and then the man pressed the trigger, and Fatty Ma was over. I was about to speak, but a scene that surprised me appeared, or a scene that I felt very strange was Ma Pang. Zi smiled shamefully: "Brother, if you have something to say, this thing is not a joke."

Seeing that the man did not move, Fatty Ma said again, "I won't talk about your master, okay?" Then he laughed again.

I looked at Fatty Ma's smile and deeply understood a truth: a good man can never suffer losses. Even if he is not a good man, he can't brag about losses.

The man put the gun away after hearing this sentence.

After seeing the gun put away, Fatty Ma immediately stopped smiling and scolding, "Master of the clay, mother, what do you want this body for!"

The decoward man was caught off guard and didn't react. The contrast between the front and back of this fat man was too big! The doorkeeper was eager and said anxiously, "That's our old doorkeeper!"

This sentence fell to the ground abruptly.

I have completely understood this time.

Fat Ma also seemed to understand something, and the clay figurine first had a serious expression, and then relaxed, as if he had been relieved of something.

Time also seems to be still at this moment.

But the zongzi did not intend to give us the slightest chance to breathe. The rope was broken at this moment, and we lost our strength and staggered back a few steps.

"It's not good" Ma Fatty shouted.

"Run away!" This sentence was said by Fatty Ma again.

But I also think Fatty Ma's suggestion is good.

At this time, it is best to pack up and run away, because we are not the opponent of this zongzi at all, but at the same time, I also know in my heart that it is impossible for the clay figurine to retreat easily.