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Chapter 197: Drinking Blood

Depend on!

The moment I heard the scolding, the same words appeared in my heart.

That was the voice of Tan Jin next to me.

Are you making a mistake? Why are you scolding at this time? There are so many soldiers carrying assault rifles outside? If you come like this, is it a pity that you have a long life?

I turned around and wanted to glare at Tan Jin, but he was staring at the back in a daze, and there was a rustling sound coming from behind.

I subconsciously turned my head and looked back, but I couldn't help but let out a low voice.

I saw a large area of ​​dense weasels rushing over from the dark passage behind, like a yellow torrent.

It's over! The tiger in front and the wolf behind, and the dumplings are made!

This is the first thought that flashed through my mind.

At this time, I didn't care about anything and didn't say anything. I subconsciously stood up and pulled out my gun and prepared to respond to the enemy.

However, those weasels came too fast. As soon as I reached out to touch my waist, the overwhelming weasels were already coming towards me.

Seeing that the weasels' green eyes were about to touch my face, I subconsciously closed my eyes before my hands could touch the gun.

However, the biting and attack that I imagined did not come. With my eyes closed, I only felt strong winds passing by me.

I opened my eyes and saw weasels rushing past me, but turned a blind eye to me, but rushed into the holes in the stone wall behind me one by one.

The next moment, screams rang out on the other side of the stone wall, and then there were fire of gunfire.

Standing in the trend of weasels, we looked at each other in a row, and looked at the yellow-skinned spirits who had just been chasing us and ran over there as if they couldn't see us. Their hearts almost jumped out.

Yellow skins surged from the direction we came, and it looked like they were endless. I couldn't count how many of them had passed. Judging from their large traffic, I guess the secret door that Lao Huo had hidden when he came down had been opened by them.

Only then did I realize that the cry of the big yellow skin selves just now was actually calling these small ones.

The chaotic gunshots on the other side of the stone wall kept ringing, and I could still hear the sound of bullets hitting the other side of the stone wall behind me. I was so scared that I shrank my body. If a bullet accidentally penetrated the hole and hit me, I would have been shot while lying down.

Although I also wanted to know what was going on opposite sides, the holes around me became a weasel passage. I didn't dare to compete with them. I could only lean on the stone wall and try to distinguish the situation on opposite sides through my voice. The other people looked similar.

"Here! This!"

In the chaos, I heard Yu Wu's voice. When I turned around, I saw that in the corner where he was lying down, there were two scattered holes. Because it was too edged, there was no weasel passing by.

We quickly crossed the weasels lined up and came over.

At this time, no one cares about the foul stench on Yu Wu's body, and it smells better than bullets.

The five people gathered together in the corner and looked through the two remaining holes.

In the cave, the people had already formed a group with the weasels. Dozens of foreigners with guns surrounded the stone platform, protected the men in the middle, and kept firing.

The weasels rushed forward one by one. They were flexible in shape and were not easy to hit, but the firepower nets of dozens of guns could not be avoided no matter how flexible they were. Weasels were hit by the gun, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere, and blood sprinkled red spots on the gold and silver all over the tomb.

From time to time, some weasels approached them, either pounced on them and bit them, were shot to death, or ran over and sprayed a stream of stinky liquid and ran away immediately.

But these people obviously came prepared, and the gas masks they all carried worked at this moment. The odor of the yellow skin with the greatest lethality did not affect them.

The white-haired man in the middle obviously knew the stench was so powerful that he took the gas mask he had taken off before, and they were surrounded in the middle, and the smelly liquid could not be sprayed on them.

The yellow-skinned man was still standing on the mountain of gold, looking down at the battle below, like a general. Even though weasels were beaten to death, he remained silent, as if waiting for something.

At this time, the man in white turned around, faced the stone platform, then opened his hands and began to whisper.

Several other robe men sitting around the stone platform also closed their hands and recited them together.

"What the hell are they chanting?" Yu Wu asked, and at this time the crowd was full of people, and no one would notice our voices.

I shook my head. What they were reciting seemed to be a mantra, but the sound was covered by gunfire, so I couldn't hear clearly what they were reciting.

At this time, the big yellow skin standing on the golden mountain screamed again.

After this shout, the yellow men who were still rushing upwards immediately changed their tactical style and no longer rushed forward one by one, but spread out in the cave and shuttled back and forth among the pile of treasures.

It is difficult for foreigners to hit the bullets at this moment. The cave is full of gold and silver treasures. If the bullets cannot be penetrated, it will be easy to cause jumps when shooting in the pile of treasures.

After a while, a foreigner screamed, and blood splashed everywhere on his left leg, and it was obviously hit by a jumper.

The captain named Ster quickly ordered in English: "Ceasefire!"

The gunshot suddenly stopped. At this moment, the yellow-skinned spirit screamed again, and the little weasels hiding among the treasures began to attack again. They saw a brown-haired man standing in front of the foreigners who could not dodge. He was bitten by a weasel and fell backwards with a scream.

Before he could fall down, more than a dozen yellow-skinned bodies were pounced on him, almost filling up all his naked skin.

His teammates could not shoot, so he had to go up and smash it with the butt, but he was bitten by a group of weasels and retreated repeatedly.

Within a minute, the weasel on the fallen man scattered. I looked at the man underground and his eyes widened.

Although he couldn't see his face with a gas mask, he could see that his whole body was obviously shriveled, and the exposed skin became wrinkled and tightened.

In just a moment, the man had been sucked into a mummy after his blood was sucked away.

We all took a breath, and I immediately thought of the mummy we found in the yard during the day, which looked a bit old.

It turns out that this is how the corpse comes from.

I have heard of many things with wolves in names such as weasels and wild wolves. They all like to suck the blood of prey, just like vampire bats.

Weasels do have this habit. When they attack chickens and ducks, they bite their necks like wild wolves and suck and drink the blood in their blood vessels.

But this is too exaggerated. A living person was sucked into a mummy in less than a minute. This is not a weasel, it is simply a vampire.

The appearance of the brunette man on the ground obviously scared the others. Many people immediately started shooting wildly again, forcing the weasels to retreat, but soon another person was hit by the jump.

Seeing that these well-equipped and well-trained foreigners were constantly shrinking and surrounded by a group of weasels, Nast shouted: "Master, please hurry up, we won't last long.

The white-haired man standing in front of the stone platform turned around, looked at the situation inside the hole, and frowned.

"These beasts are really ignorant of life or death. Well, I'll help you first."

Then he stretched out his hand: "Get my magic weapon."

A man in the robe stood up, and from somewhere, he took out a small drum and handed it over with both hands.

The white-haired man took the magic weapon, then bit his index finger directly, and drew a pattern on the drum with blood.

“Get out of here!”

He shouted softly to the people surrounding him, and the foreigners in front of him subconsciously spread out a passage.

The white-haired man held the drum in his left hand, then walked forward, and slapped the drum with his right hand.

"Buzz!"

A low sound that was not like a drum would sound, with a hint of tremor, as if he was ringing not a drum, but a bronze bell.

With the sound of this drum, the movements of the weasels that rushed up like a tide suddenly stopped.

The white-haired man sneered, then patted again, chanting: "The Nine Nether Spirits are driven by me, the corpse drum is a horn, and the white bones are born!"

After this beat, the drum sounded like a bell, and it continued to amplify as his chanting sounds.

However, this sound is not as heavy and reassuring as the sound of the temple bell, but is like the cold wind blowing from the ghost world in the underworld, which makes people shudder. It seems that there are countless wailing and sob sounds, which makes people feel creepy when they hear it.

Accompanied by the drum sound, the weasels began to squeak in horror and retreated in fear.

The white-haired man walked forward while slapped the drums, as if he was about to drive the weasels into the corner.
Chapter completed!