Cannon Fodder Battle Chapter 949: Eat me 1 Luoyang shovel (27)

The clay figurine is the size of a baby's palm, and Tong Xinlan's handwork is good, so in a very short time, the clay figurine that was squeezed out is actually lifelike, with a nose, eyes and limbs.

Poke a hole in the clay figurine's forehead with his nails, like a cinnabar mole.

Tong Xinlan took out the six embroidery needles she found in the princess's funeral objects just now, and the green mucus that had been brewed for thousands of years from the trap.

Put the embroidery needle into the mucus and rolled it a few times, then Tong Xinlan inserted the buttocks of the embroidery needle into the mud figurine's left and right palms. Pushed in.

Then, Tong Xinlan carried three clay figurines into the underground palace.

Tong Xinlan is not afraid that the poison needle will pierce her. After all, Yu Chilan also carries corpse poison. It is impossible for a person who has died to be poisoned to death by the poison, so she still runs quite fast.

Yan Qingze really wanted to ask Fang Wuyong why the zongzi hadn't come yet, did he know they had designed a trap?

So, he grabbed Fang Wuyong's palm and wrote a question on it.

Fang Wuyong wrote reassuringly, "Wait a little longer."

However, Fang Wuyong was also very anxious.

He glanced at Huo Yibin who was leaning against the wall without love, and regretted asking Yan Qingze to shoot twice just now.

Perhaps one shot is enough, now that both sides are bleeding together, what if Huo Yibin dies before that cunning Zongzi arrives?

Huo Yibin's mentality is quite good, and he is not as desperate as Fang Wuyong thought. Although he feels that he deserves to die, he also hopes that the arrival of Zongzi can save his life, so Huo Yibin did not act Struggling and shouting or something, save energy.

Tong Xinlan arrived in front of the underground palace, climbed down from the secret passage, and put down the clay figurines at the entrance of the three passages leading to the underground palace.

The feathers that avoided Tong Xinlan and didn't know what to use blocked the entrance.

Then, Tong Xinlan once again hid in the tunnel above her head, and pinched the formula to control the motionless clay figure standing on the ground.

The clay figurine staggered and took the first step.

Starting from the fourth step, Tong Xinlan manipulated three clay puppets at the same time to get started.

After the three clay figurines entered the underground palace, they sneaked against the wall.

After Fang Wuyong set the trap, he naturally didn't dare to continue burning the torch, but in order to see clearly what happened in the underground palace, he still threw a light stick in front of the bait Huo Yibin.

Because the light stick has been used for some time, the light has weakened, not as bright as the torch. Therefore, it is not easy to fully see every detail of the underground palace.

Originally, Fang Wuyong thought that the zongzi should look like an adult, even if the visibility is not high, even if it is fast, as long as it comes, there is no way he can't detect such a **** shadow.

However, Tong Xinlan didn't follow the usual routine. Who said that Zongzi can only fight head-to-head? She's about to play dirty.

Therefore, the little clay figurine sneaked close to the shadow of the corner of the wall, so Fang Wuyong and Yan Qingze didn't notice it in time, and no one could notice such a small thing in the dark.

Because they bypassed all the traps set by Fang Wuyong and the others, the clay figurines' sneaking was unimpeded, and they smoothly circled around to Fang Wuyong and Yan Qingze who were hiding in the shadow of the three pillars.

There are pillars in the way, so larger things can't get in, but the clay figurines can get in through the relatively narrow gap in the middle of the pillars.

Waved his arms towards Yan Qingze and Fang Wuyong's buttocks.

However, a golden light flashed from Fang Wuyong's body, and the clay figurine who attacked him was knocked away.

This ray of light cannot be seen by ordinary people, only Tong Xinlan can see it.

Sure enough, Fang Wuyong had a life-saving magic weapon. That thing saved him once. Although Fang Wuyong couldn’t see the golden light, the magic weapon obviously reminded him of danger in a certain way, so Fang Wuyong turned back. He turned his head and looked back, but he didn't see the clay figurine that was blown to pieces. Through the faint light of the fluorescent stick, he only knew roughly that there were lumps of mud on the ground, and there was mud in the ancient tomb. Not surprising.

Fang Wuyong ignored it, thinking that the magic weapon left by his ancestors was to remind him that the danger was approaching, but he didn't know how close it was.

Therefore, Fang Wuyong stared at the corridor more attentively.

There is a magic weapon to save Fang Wuyong, but there is no magic weapon to save Yan Qingze. He felt that something suddenly pricked his buttocks.

Yan Qingze touched it with his backhand, but he didn't feel anything. Could it be an illusion caused by his menstrual cramps after squatting for a long time?

Although he comforted himself so much, the poison stored in the ancient tomb for thousands of years is not in vain, but two seconds later, Yan Qingze felt a burning pain in his buttocks.

He touched it with his backhand again, and it seemed that the place where he felt pricked just now was swollen.

The feeling of itching, pain and burning is a bit like the feeling of being bitten by a cow mosquito in the country.

"Could it be that there are mosquitoes in this ancient tomb?"

Yan Qingze scratched his butt, only to find that the place that was dry just now is now greasy.

He felt a little uneasy, and his whole body trembled.

Fang Wuyong sensed something was wrong with Yan Qingze, so he patted his arm, pulled Yan Qingze's palm, ready to comfort him, and also told him to calm down, the zongzi was coming, so he told him to keep quiet.

However, as soon as Fang Wuyong's writing index finger touched Yan Qingze's palm, he also felt a greasy one.

That feeling is a bit like the feeling of playing with your own snot when you were ignorant when you were young. Could it be that Yan Qingze just picked his nose and played with snot to pass the time when he was bored?

Fang Wuyong was so disgusted that he threw away Yan Qingze's arm.

Through Fang Wuyong's reaction, Yan Qingze, who was already nervous, scared and in pain, cried out in fear.

"Ah~"

Yan Qingze not only yelled, but also twitched violently~IndoMTL.com~What are you crazy about? "Fang Wuyong thought that Yan Qingze's nerves had collapsed after waiting, and Yan Qingze was already making a fuss, so it seemed pointless for him not to speak.

As soon as Fang Wuyong opened his mouth, Yan Qingze just spat out a mouthful of green slime.

Fang Wuyong finally realized that something was wrong, he didn't dare to hide in the angle formed by the pillars anymore, and rushed out even rolling and crawling.

"Help me, save me, it's so painful!" Yan Qingze's voice seemed to have been corroded, so his voice was as rough as a broken gong.

Fang Wuyong quickly took out his mobile phone to light the torch he brought in, but would Tong Xinlan let him light the torch?

A dark wind blew over and blew out the lighter.

The lack of light made Fang Wuyong's vision difficult, which made him very uneasy. When he saw the light stick in front of Huo Yibin, he rushed towards it subconsciously, hoping to use the light of this thing to see what happened to Yan Qingze.

(To be continued.)