Cannon Fodder Battle Chapter 945: Eat me 1 Luoyang shovel (23)

Huo Yibin's active cooperation made Fang Wuyongsong have no doubts. He thought that no one would blackmail him in front of his life in danger, and he thought about money and the like. He must fight against Zongzi together to survive.

If Fang Wuyong was killed, he would never guess that Huo Yibin would not cooperate to help him survive, because Huo Yibin didn't care about his own life at all. If they can receive payment from one party and let their mother have an operation, if both of them die, Huo Yibin's mother can get more money, which is enough to arrange for her to go to a nursing home for the elderly.

What Fang Wuyong couldn't guess was that someone would join forces with Zongzi...

So, Fang Wuyong handed over the cinnabar red thread and the golden bell to Huo Yibin without worry, and continued to write in the notebook.

"Fortunately, from the beginning, I was on guard against whether there would be zongzi in the thousand-year-old tomb. The bells I brought were enough. Cui Xiang, you will remember to tie a bell at every corner later."

"What's the use of these bells? They can't ring." Huo Yibin was shocked when he suddenly saw that Fang Wuyong had written his pseudonym in his notebook. Name, not to mention that they are all quietly written on the notebook, why should he write his name on the notebook? Isn't that weird?

In order to cover up his stunned look, Huo Yibin pretended not to be curious and asked, in fact, he had seen this magic weapon without a metal ball in the middle of the bell in zombie movies.

Actually, Fang Wuyong didn't think that someone would use his real name to gossip, but he was indeed fooled by Huo Yibin's reaction just now. He felt that it was normal for ordinary people to have never seen such a thing. He patiently wrote in the notebook wrote, "Don't underestimate these bells. Although they are inconspicuous, they are also things left by my ancestors. They are earlier than this ancient tomb. They are really suitable for dealing with millennium zongzi. So, don't worry, With these magic tools, you can carefully tie the cinnabar thread on the ground according to the picture I drew, and we will definitely be able to get out alive."

The morale-boosting words made Huo Yibin not at all at ease, "Okay, where are we going to arrange it?"

Fang Wuyong said, "You said this route is wrong? How about you look at this again? There is no time to waste, the owner of the tomb should be angry."

Then Fang Wuyong wrote on the paper, "Let's just go here, this is an underground palace, it's more spacious, it's more beneficial for us, and we have a wider view, if we enter the tunnel, we don't know as much about the mechanism as it does, There may also be a secret passage, which is easy to be attacked by it."

"That's it, let's take action, Cui Xiang, follow me to that location." After finishing the last stroke, Fang Wuyong put away the small notebook, and nodded to Huo Yibin to follow.

On the other side, Yan Qingze already understood what he should do, looked around with a gun in his hand, and walked towards the five corridors with a bag in his hand.

Huo Yibin glanced at it from a distance, but he didn't know what he was holding, so he was a little worried.

Want to ask Fang Wuyong, but Fang Wuyong gave him a cold look.

Fang Wuyong took Huo Yibin to a triangular corner of the underground palace, and pointed to him, which means this is here.

Huo Yibin nodded, took the light stick Fang Wuyong handed him, and started to look at the picture.

On the other hand, Fang Wuyong returned to the place where he was squatting and chatting just now, took out a stack of yellow paper, and then took out a golden dagger, cut his own hand, and took out the freshly flowed The blood was put into the bottle containing the previously prepared cinnabar solution.

He muttered silently, "Nurse Yin with the blood of the descendants of the Dongfang family..."

Huo Yibin couldn't see what was read afterwards, because Fang Wuyong had already lowered his head and started mixing blood and cinnabar liquid, and then took out a brush to write and draw on the yellow talisman paper.

Huo Yibin looked away anxiously, isn't Fang Wuyong a grave robber? It looks like those **** sticks.

Looking at the bag of golden bells in his hand, Huo Yibin put it on the ground, then began to pull out the red rope, and "placed" a big bell on the ground as in the picture drawn by Fang Wuyong. A grid like a magic circle.

The placement of the red line is actually loose, because there is no knot tied, but Fang Wuyong has made it very clear just now, after a while, directly buckle the bell at the corner and the junction, that is the thing that fixes the grid .

When Fang Wuyong was drawing the talisman paper, he looked up at the busy Yan Qingze and Huo Yibin, satisfied with their attitude, and continued to draw the talisman paper.

He has drawn talisman paper on the ground before, but the drawing has no effect. In ordinary modern ancient tombs, such as the ancient tomb of the last feudal dynasty a hundred years ago, he did not encounter any problems when entering. There was an opportunity to draw a spell, but he still tried to draw two. After drawing, he felt that there was no other effect except for a little more yin.

At least there is still some effect, so Fang Wuyong provided his own blood this time, and strictly followed the formulas left by his ancestors step by step.

The small bag that Yan Qingze was holding was also spilled by him little by little.

When the cloth bag was opened, it was a vacuum-sealed plastic bag.

The contents of the plastic bag are white.

Huo Yibin took the time to take a look, thinking that it was glutinous rice or salt, some common items that could be used to exorcise demons that he had seen in ghost movies.

"Bringing such a big bag of salt or glutinous rice would not be very heavy, but there seems to be a lot of things in his bag, so Fang Wuyong wouldn't feel heavy?" Huo Yibin couldn't help complaining in his heart.

However, when Yan Qingze opened the bag and took out the contents, Huo Yibin realized that he had guessed wrong~IndoMTL.com~ The white things inside were not salt or glutinous rice, but white feathers.

Is it chicken feather or goose feather?

Because of the distance and the poor lighting, Huo Yibin was not sure.

"I haven't seen this thing in ghost movies and zombie movies. It's really strange what the old family left behind."

Looking at these things, Huo Yibin became more and more suspicious of whether Zongzi could kill Fang Wuyong and Yan Qingze. Things that have never been encountered before always make people panic, even though they have only seen TV.

The three people in the underground palace began to set up the "trap" with different moods, and Tong Xinlan watched them set it up through the hole behind the wall of the underground palace.

"Hey, if it wasn't for Fang Wuyong and Yan Qingze, the two ruthless people who both carried bombs on their bodies, and used them to threaten people when fighting fiercely and blacking out, I wouldn't need to be so troublesome. I have to think about it later. There is a way to remove the bombs on them, otherwise the ancient tomb will be destroyed, and the mission will fail.”

(To be continued.)