Chapter 12 Accident

I asked Zhang Tong if he wanted to open the remaining two pottery urn. Zhang Tong stopped the movement in his hand and nodded. After getting the affirmative answer, I greeted the clay figurine and the fat man to do it.

But before we could act, we heard a panicked cry from Zhang Tong. I reacted in time and saw that the body that had been in the Tao urn stood up, and one paw just grabbed Zhang Tong's clothes.

Zhang Tong's frightened face was completely bloodless, and her legs kept shaking like a sieve. She struggled as hard as she could, but she couldn't break away.

The probability of cheating the corpse was so high that this idea immediately flashed through my mind.

Half of the body of the rice dumplings was still left in the Tao urn. Seeing this, I took out the dagger and cut off Zhang Tong's clothes on one side. Zhang Tong fell to the ground, and the lingering anger behind quickly supported Zhang Tong.

"Take her away quickly."

Yu's angry tone was incoherent and helped Zhang Tong retreat.

Zongzi grabbed the broken step and put it into its mouth and chewed it. Its movement was very slow. This made me forget to react for a moment.

"Old Sun, he was still stunned and quickly cleaned it up."

"Oh," I answered hurriedly. We have to get it out first, which is in response to Zhang Tong's claim to protect cultural relics.

It suddenly occurred to me that the speed of the previous zongzi couldn't help but be more careful. Sure enough, I was not wrong in my judgment. Suddenly, Zongzi's feet jumped out like a spring.

My heart tightened, dodged, and retreated. Zongzi rubbed my chest and fell to the ground. At this time, I can feel that the clothes inside have been soaked in cold sweat.

And Fatty Ma was waiting for this opportunity. After the Zongzi landed, Fatty Ma picked up the machine gun and pulled the trigger with the metal sound of the shell falling to the ground.

Zongzi was suddenly beaten into a funnel, and the black ** flowed out of the body, and suddenly there was a rotten smell in the tomb.

Fat Ma put away a few shots, blew his breath at the muzzle of the gun and said, "I don't know whether to live or die."

"Den man, my shooting is good!"

The clay figurine did not squeak.

Zhang Tong, who had been scared and turned pale before, only then settled down and recovered a little.

I looked at the bodies lying on the ground and couldn't help but feel a little scared, because their probability of corpses being transformed was too high, basically 100%. We had never encountered this situation before.

In fact, people who often wash sand know that it may cause fraudulent corpses. As mentioned earlier, if a black cat suddenly pops up when opening the coffin, it is very likely to cause fraudulent corpses. In addition, after opening the coffin, the corpses will also cheat corpses when it comes into contact with popularity. Both of the above are possible, not inevitable.

However, the body in the pottery urn is inevitably fraudulent. Although there are still two pottery urn that have not been opened, I am sure that the corpse will definitely turn into a zongzi.

And the other two pottery urn are large and may be more difficult to deal with. Just while I was meditating, suddenly, Zhang Tong called me. This cry attracted everyone's attention.

I turned my attention to Zhang Tong. Fatty Ma stopped talking, and the clay figurine had rushed up.

"In front of you..."

I looked down and saw that the zongzi lying on the ground actually got up, and a paw crossed my arm, and suddenly five deep blood marks appeared.

I cried out in pain. The appearance of the rice dumplings is more disgusting than before. The black ** is stained all over the body, like mucus, and there are some broken skin and meat stuck to it. It makes people feel that the stomach is turning upside down.

This is also a small zongzi, which is one and a half shorter than me, so the fear is not so strong.

"You all get out of here and let me do it." Fatty Ma roared and stepped forward quickly.

I knew he was going to shoot, so I withdrew without hesitation, and so did the clay figurine. But before Fatty Ma had time to pull the trigger, the zongzi suddenly appeared in front of him.

The fat man didn't stop when I dodged.

"Mom," Fatty Ma scolded and just wanted to retreat, but he was caught by the little Zongzi, lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground, and the machine gun fell off.

Fat Ma kicked hard, but the zongzi did not let go. Damn, it's a mistake."

This happened so suddenly that we didn't react.

"What are you still doing? Come and save me!" The fat man's words woke up the dreamer. Fatty Ma struggled to stand up, but Zongzi pulled his foot, and the fat man grinned in pain: "What evil have I done!"

The clay figurine picked up the dagger and inserted it into the head of the zongzi. The zongzi ate pain and turned his head. His face was extremely ferocious, but his paws pressed harder on the fat man.

Blood has oozed from the fat man's legs and stomach, and his sweat is like beans: "It hurts so much, mud man, what are you doing?"

At this time, in fact, I was also very nervous. I shouted, "Crait man, one claw for each person."

The clay figurine put away the knife, and we used it to drag its claws and pulled it out hard. But the zongzi seems to have recognized the fat man and refused to let go.

In the end, it took a lot of effort to pull it away, and the fat man's crotch was also torn. Fatty Ma quickly got up and said, "If you don't take revenge, the fat master is not the fat master."

"You all get out of the way..."

The clay figurine and I let go of the hand that grabbed the zongzi at the same time. The fat man came to the top of Mount Tai and hit the target. A black ** soared out without any movement.

Fat Ma stood up to relieve his anger. Suddenly, Fatty Ma felt that his ankles were cold. He immediately jumped away and scolded, "You still don't die!"

But there is no response from Zongzi. My heart just hung in my throat.

The four Zhang Tong also seemed to have been caught by Zongzi. They were stunned and dared not move.

The muddy fat man and I sat on the ground, gasping for breath and consuming some physical strength. I suddenly drooled. The clay figurine has taken out bandages to help us bandage the wound.

After Zhang Tong reacted, he immediately ran over to help. Zhang Tong helped me deal with the wound. The long black hair had been messy for a long time. Fatty Ma shouted in pain and complained: "Why is the difference in treatment so big?"

I have long been used to this fat man's nonsense, but Zhang Tong couldn't help blushing.

After the wound was bandaged, I asked everyone to eat something and replenish their strength. Everyone found a clean place to eat together.

"Brother Sun, fat brother, and this brother, you are really awesome," he doesn't know the name of the clay figurine.

I just smiled, but the clay figurine ignored it. Only Fatty Ma straightened his chest: "This is just the tip of the iceberg, and the more powerful one is still behind." It is basically impossible for archaeologists like them to encounter this situation.

He looked at Fat Ma with some admiration: "Can I learn from you?"

Fat Ma was stunned by this sentence and asked me, "Old Sun, what do you think?"

"Don't delay others. Following the country is better than following us."

Fat Ma answered: "Yes! You'd better follow the country to work hard and follow me for the last meal.

"I'm not afraid," he said firmly.

This reminds me that we used to be so angry when we were educated youths.