Tomb robbery: My wife is Yin Nanfeng

The fat three had just rolled out of the tomb, and before anyone could turn back, the coffin board could not cover the contents inside!

“Bang!”

The huge golden silk nan wooden coffin exploded, turning into more than a dozen fragments and shooting around.

At the same time, a huge blue-brown dead hand climbed up the edge of the coffin.

One, two, three….

Chu Wen saw that his pupils shrank suddenly, and he gasped:

Boy! This rice dumpling actually has twelve hands!

At this time, he finally remembered that this was the stitched corpse in the original work!

When I first read the book, I felt terrible, but experiencing this horrific sense of persecution is even more numbing!

What’s more…

When Chu Wen inadvertently skimmed this terrifying and ugly huge blue-black abdomen, his heart suddenly mentioned:

There is still a little drought ray in its belly that has not yet woken up!

They now encounter two hard stubbles at once!

But fortunately, there are also two powerful humans on their side!

He’s stuffy with the bottle!

There was no time to think about anything else, and at this time, the stuffy oil bottle had already stepped forward.

The black gold ancient knife in his hand had been put away.

Because such a huge zongzi black gold ancient knife is difficult to get good results, but it is not as good as a black donkey’s hooves!

Yes, black donkey hooves!

At this moment, the stuffy oil bottle is holding a dark and old black donkey’s hooves in his hand!

Chu Wen saw clearly, this is the ancestral black donkey hooves of Wu Tianzhen’s family, the hooves of black donkeys of 38 years!

The older this kind of black donkey’s hooves are, the more effective it is against zongzi!

Chu Wen’s spirit was lifted, and in the next second, the stuffy oil bottle in front of him let out a low drink; Chu Wen, help me force it back!

Forcing it back into the coffin?

Chu Wen instantly understood the meaning of the stuffy oil bottle:

This is to use the ready-made cage of the golden silk nan wooden coffin to trap the rest of the direction of this rice dumpling, leaving only the upper part for the black donkey’s hooves!

It is true that the black donkey’s hooves can restrain zongzi, but there is a premise: that is, it must be stuffed into the mouth of zongzi!

Chu Wen did not hesitate, holding the gun in his right hand, but his left hand took a pistol from his waist again.

Double gun in hand, continuous shooting!

“Bang bang bang!”

Huge gunshots rang out in the small tomb, and Chu Wen fired four shots in a row.

Four bullets burst towards the zongzi at an extremely fast speed, and the huge impact force slowed down the entire body of the stitched corpse zongzi.

Chu Wen immediately rushed forward, and his feet flew into the air and kicked directly into the chest of the zongzi.

“Bang!”

The rice dumplings fell in response to the sound and lay down again in the golden silk nan wooden coffin!

At this moment, Chu Wen’s task has been completed, and the next thing is to look at the stuffy oil bottle!

Chu Wen drank lowly: Little brother!

The stuffy oil bottle had already come to the coffin at this time.

With a sharp force on his feet, he jumped lightly into the coffin and pressed against Zongzi’s chest.

Then the right hand stretched out, two strangely long fingers together, two fingers probed the hole!

Two-finger caving is a skill that is more than just superficial.

The so-called two fingers not only reach the same length in appearance, but also reach the point of strength and sensitivity that ordinary people cannot match!

So it can also be used in many other situations, such as right now…

I saw that the two fingers of the stuffy oil bottle quickly pointed at the jaw of the zongzi, and the chin of the zongzi immediately fell off, revealing a large mouth of dark and foul smell.

The stuffy oil bottle remained unchanged, and his left hand quickly handed it over.

A 38-year-old black donkey’s hooves have already been stuffed into the mouth of zongzi!

“Roar!”

Zongzi struggled to resist, the stuffy oil bottle did not move, and Chu Wen rushed over to suppress it.

Now that the rice dumplings have put the old black donkey’s hooves in their mouths, it is only a matter of time before they are eliminated.

But the strength of this thing is obviously far beyond ordinary people, even if Chu Wen and the stuffy oil bottle are pressed up, this thing can still move, thinking of breaking free!

Chu Wen raised his eyebrows, and then turned around and shouted outside the door:

“I said, are you still waiting to see the play? Come and help with the rice dumplings! ”