Fatty"s plan was to lead the huge miluotuo to attack this bronze door since we couldn"t open it. Otherwise, with our strength, it would take several years of practicing pushups and eating silkworms as supplementary protein before we could.
All my vocal equipment had been thrown out, but fortunately, I knew where I threw it.
I went to the place where I tossed Xiao Hua"s phone just now and dug hard at the sand. All the silkworms I encountered ran away and the huge miluotuo that was off in the distance began to come back when it heard the noise I made.
I suddenly feel that it was very sad to only be able to rely on hearing to find prey in the dark. I frantically dug in the sand and pulled Xiao Hua"s phone out quickly.
It was still playing the video, and the sound became clear as soon as it was free of the sand. I pushed the volume to the max, and the monster sped up and rushed towards me.
I immediately shook my hand and threw the phone to Fatty. He caught it in the air, stuck a piece of chewing gum on it, and pressed it to the bronze door with a deft movement that was totally out of line with his body.
Almost at the same time, the monster flew to the edge of the stone platform. Fatty dropped down and threw himself onto the quicksand, just like a fat pig rolling hard in the sand.
I watched amazed as the monster hanging above the stone platform only paused for a moment, and then crashed into the bronze door. Almost immediately, the door flew out like a cannonball, revealing a dark pa.s.sage. Xiao Hua"s phone was smashed almost instantly.
This kind of power surprised me. If it was a person instead of a phone, his lungs would be knocked out of his nostrils.
After the collision, things changed unexpectedly—when the copper door was knocked off, it flew across the cave for a period of time, fell heavily, and made a loud sound. The huge miluotuo was immediately angered by the noise and desperately tried to enter the door.
But the door was so narrow that it only ended up shaking the roof of the cave and couldn"t get in at all. The most troubling thing was that every time it struck, the copper door on the floor made a sound, which infuriated it even more.
I dug my electronic watch out of the sand at this time, but it was completely damaged.
I crawled to Fatty"s side and we watched quietly, waiting for this thing to die down. However, it seemed to be relentless, hitting the door opening almost at a fixed frequency. We didn"t know how long we waited, but this thing just wouldn"t leave.
“This is the first time I"ve seen such a simpleton.” Fatty said, “Is this your relative?”
I said, “You"re the simpleton with a green face. Do something quick, we don"t have time. “
“I don"t care about anything now. There"s only that hole in my heart. If you want to distract it, you have to give it more stimulation.” Fatty took out his submachine gun and broke the b.u.t.t open. We leaned against the stone platform, tied the trigger of the gun with shoelaces, and pressed the gun into the sand. Fatty opened his backpack, pulled out all the things that weren"t very useful, pinned down the gun, and gave me a wink.
I knew what he was going to do, so I nodded and got ready at once. As soon as he pulled his shoelace, the gun opened fire and a spray of bullets. .h.i.t the miluotuo directly.
Green blood flowed everywhere, and the miluotuo fell completely off of the ceiling, landing heavily on the stone platform.
Fatty and I immediately clung to the platform and watched the gun spit out fire. The backpack couldn"t hold back the recoil so the bullets were jumping around and hitting the stone platform and the monster.
The monster finally became furious. I saw the huge black shadow practically swoop down from the platform, and with one slap, bring the whole layer of sand the gun was located on up into the air.
The gun swept out the last volley of bullets in the air, directly sweeping the top of Fatty"s head as gravel scattered. Luckily he had reflexively shrunk his head down; otherwise the top of his head would be gone. The gun hit a pillar on one side and broke into several pieces, completely silencing the gunfire.
Fatty was so frightened by this last volley that I lifted some sand and patted him on the face to get a reaction. Then the two of us quickly climbed up the stone platform. Just as I got up, I heard a loud noise on the ceiling behind me. Looking back, the monster had jumped onto the ceiling again, hit the roof frantically, and pounced onto the stone platform.
Countless bone fragments fell down, and the bronze door made another sound. I knew the situation took a bad turn as the monster crashed into the doorway again in a fit of rage.
I couldn"t help myself and rushed out. Fatty was behind me and was immediately blocked by the monster.
I shouted “Fatty” and was just about to see how it was when the monster"s hand reached in through the doorway and slapped me out.
I rolled on the spot and got up again. I saw Fatty lying firmly on the monster"s arm with eyes closed, stabbing it to death with an iron pick.
I shouted to him, “Let go!” He opened his eyes, but there was no need for him to give up since he was immediately thrown off and rolled away.
I gasped for breath and watched the hand constantly reaching in and slapping the ground. The further we retreated, the further we got from the hand"s attack radius, and the two of us eventually collapsed to the ground.
Fatty listened to the sound of the bronze door shaking, and immediately went to pick it up and sat down on the ground, making himself a meat cushion. My mind was blank and I didn"t know how long I sat there before the hand finally shrank back.
We felt the vibration of the floor diminish, and knew that it had gone far away. Fatty carefully lowered the bronze door so that we would have time to look at where we were.
With just one glance, we immediately found it was still a cave in the mountain, but as soon as we turned around, we settled.
I saw a huge ancient building standing behind us. The ancient structure looked very old in the dark and its dull gray appearance was like a fossil, telling countless unspeakable secrets.
“Zhang Jialou…” I nearly spoke these words from the depths of my throat.
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