Chapter 60 Ten Thousand Years of Zongzi

Hearing Fatty Ma's shout, I immediately understood Fatty Ma's intention. At this moment, the fat man was still thinking about this ten-thousand-year-old zongzi. Looking at the body lying on the ground, I had a chill in my hair.

I suddenly thought of Zhang Tong's clay figurines, so I hurriedly asked. Fatty Ma was still running away and nagging, "Sun, don't worry, they're fine. Look, where are they!" I followed the direction of Fatty Ma's chin.

I saw the clay figurine and the old ghost Zhang Tong nestled in a corner, and the clay figurine and the old ghost seemed to be injured. In the past, there were only two people left to follow the clay figurines, and the rest were either killed by the crazy ten-thousand-year-old zongzi or seriously injured.

"Why don't they shoot!"

"Sun, why didn't you open it? Isn't the bullets finished? Don't you see that the rice dumplings are full of holes? But mother-of-law, this zongzi is really strong! You won't die like this!" Fatty Ma said angrily.

At this time, I shifted my attention to the zongzi. I saw that its whiskers were all there, and it was that kind of miserable white, with a slightly tall body, as Fatty Ma said, which was full of holes, and there was a black sticky ** flowing out.

His body was also stained with red blood, and the space was mixed with an unpleasant question.

A black coffin was overturned to the ground, a dead man was pressed under the coffin board, and his face was already dark blue.

At this time, this ten-year-old zongzi is still surrounded by about a dozen people. They are fighting, but the effect is not obvious, while some people's figures have disappeared, such as Mr. Wang, Mr. Fish Head, and mysterious people, who are not in the palace in front of them.

But they just left some insignificant little ones here.

Fat Ma shouted, "When we came in, we met this ten-thousand-year-old rice dumplings that was going crazy!"

Fatty Ma's words gave me enough information, that is to say, this zongzi was not provoked by us at all, but was disturbed by the group of people we came in before, and then left a group of people as bait to delay the time.

So when Fatty Ma came in, they happened to meet this ten-thousand-year-old zongzi that had been opened.

Then after a lot of tossing, such a scene appeared.

This is a huge bronze palace, but it is not entirely made of bronze. The whole palace should be made of brick and wood bronze structure, which is generally magnificent, but history has been buried for so many years and has revealed a decadence.

The lobby of the whole palace is empty.

The zongzi has carried several lives on its hands. Suddenly, someone threw out a rope and suddenly tied the ten-thousand-year-old zongzi, and almost tied the zongzi with a thick wrist rope.

Zongzi struggled and let out a panicking scream.

"The opportunity is coming." Fat Ma muttered.

Then he quickly sent me to that corner. Before leaving, he told him to take good care of me and ran to the ten thousand years of zongzi.

I leaned my back against the wall, and Zhang Tong asked me if I was better.

I nodded.

Three arrow feathers passed through my shoulders and one foot respectively, and the white cloth had been wrapped in this matter.

The clay figurine's arm also seemed to be injured, and the old ghost was tossed around. There was a scratch on his neck, and Zhang Tong's hair style was also messy, which showed a little haggard.

Just as I was stunned.

Suddenly, there was a ghost cry from Fatty Ma. I quickly looked at Fatty Ma and saw that he fell to the ground by the zongzi.

The clay figurine heard the sound and quickly went over there. The two followers beside him did not fall, closely following the clay figurine's steps.

I tossed my body, but I was weak and obviously weak.

"Don't show off!" Zhang Tong said with a slightly reproach.

"But..."

"It's nothing."

I was speechless for a moment.

The old ghost also comforted me in the same way.

The form over there is changing rapidly, and it seems to be better with the addition of clay figurines.

The thick hemp rope was pulled by four people.

Fat Ma tossed up from the ground, and the dragon and horse left spiritually around the zongzi and looked at the value of the zongzi.

Zongzi roared. Because it was tied by the rope, it was not very flexible. It always wanted to break free, but it failed. It began to want to break the rope. Seeing this, the clay man rushed forward with a dagger and went down with a knife without dragging. A black blood soared out, and the ten-thousand-year-old zongzi screamed.

The angry ten-thousand-year-old zongzi punched the clay figurine. The clay figurine was beaten back several steps, stabilized his body, and blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth.

That zongzi is still very strong.

I suddenly thought of a black donkey's hoof in my backpack, so I asked the old man to see my backpack and found a black donkey's hoof.

"It has been used before." The old ghost reminded me.

"Maybe the previous one is not heavy enough, maybe it's enough to add this one. You give it to the fat man."

The old ghost saw that I didn't seem to be joking and didn't hesitate to run in the direction of Fatty Ma.

I moved a little, and the pain came.

I cursed in my heart.

Zhang Tong lowered her eyes and seemed to be thinking about something.

Fat Ma kept screaming. After getting the black donkey's hoof handed to him by the old ghost, he first scolded the old ghost. The old ghost explained a little according to my original words. Ma Fatty took over the black donkey's hoof and ran towards the ten-thousand-year-old zongzi without saying a word.

When he left, he shouted, "I want the embalmed pearl in my mouth!" This is a fat man who cheers himself up again. With that, he rushed over and asked the clay figurine to play side assistance.

The two voices corresponded.

acted immediately. Fatty Ma grabbed the black donkey's hoof with one hand and directly hit it with his huge body. The ten-thousand-year-old zongzi was hit to the ground by Fatty Ma, and the clay fig man also quickly followed and pried open the mouth of the zongzi with a dagger!

The speed of the two was very fast, and the stench permeated from the mouth of the zongzi, but neither of them could care so much now, although they recognized it even if it was a corpse.

"Grandma, I have eaten eight black donkey hooves and can't feed you enough! This is the ninth one! I'll take you to the Hall of the King of God!" Fatty Ma shouted.

The fat hand did not slow down at all, and the black donkey's hoof was stuffed into the mouth of the ten-thousand-year-old zongzi.

Fat Ma and the clay figurine quickly retreated.

At the moment they retreated, the momentum of ten-thousand-year-old zongzi suddenly rose again, and the rope was broken with a slippery sound!