The chirping of birds echoed through the valley, and in a short time another thrush was heard in the distance, the melody of which was sharp and poignant.

"Grandpa is also in the Dragon Cutting Ridge, about two or three kilometers away from us, he told us to leave quickly. Ma Ya explained to the two.

Wushuang asked: "Is the old man okay, are you?" Why don't we wait for him?" Ma Sihai is more than eighty years old after all, and he has a good way to hold back the treasure, but this is the old golden ditch of the Cutting Dragon Ridge, and all the creatures and vegetation in this secret realm have never been seen by ordinary people in the world.

Ma Ya was worried about her grandfather's comfort, and once again blew out a beautiful thrush call, but this time there was only one thrush left chirping in the valley, and after waiting for a long time, she couldn't hear Ma Sihai's echo.

"Let's go, let's see!"

The three of them searched in the direction of Ma Sihai's voice just now, and after walking for about ten minutes, they saw a point of light faintly appearing in the fog in front of them. Subsequently, the outline of the old Jingou stronghold left by the Russians gradually appeared in the mist, and there was no discrepancy between it and Dong Ye's oral story. There are more than a dozen wooden houses, surrounded by fences. A plaque in Russian is erected on the central gate. The point of light was coming from the window of one of the rooms.

Tick Tick ...... Tick tock...... Tick tock...... Tick Tick ......

Lu Haotian said: "I have heard this movement on TV, and someone must be sending a telegram through Guò Radio. ”

Decades of wind and rain have made the Laojingou stronghold of Qilongling unrecognizable, full of cobwebs, mud and gravel. The three of them entered from the main entrance of the Laojingou stronghold and immediately smelled a rancid smell.

Wushuang gestured to Lu Haotian, and Lu Haotian clenched his pistol and hid under the side of the room to peek from the window. The scene in the house was not much different from Dong Ye's recollections, the bones of several Russian soldiers were lying in the room, and a large rat that was more than two feet long was scurrying around in the pile of corpses.

Lu Haotian turned around and squeezed his eyebrows at Wushuang and signaled: There are people inside.

Inside, the table was thick with dust, and a tall man in outdoor clothes was sitting on a chair tapping on the old-fashioned radio station. An old-fashioned kerosene lamp was lit on his right hand, and his back was stretched diagonally in the room. He must be one of those grave robbers, and he's using the old-fashioned radio to keep up with his line or employer.

Wushuang rushed up and kicked open the hidden wooden door, the wind and rain had already made the wooden door rotten for many years, and he directly kicked the wooden door down with his feet.

"Don't move, be honest!" Musou pointed his gun at the grave robber. Behind him, the two also rushed in.

Three guns were pointed at the grave robber at the same time, and it stands to reason that he should immediately raise his hands in the air and give up resistance. But he didn't expect this guy to sit on a chair and tap on the radio to make a tick-tock sound as if he hadn't heard or seen the three of them at all.

"Damn, you're tired of being alive, aren't you? Lao Tzu can't pick it out of the wall with a shot, do you believe it or not?" Lu Haotian scolded.

"Don't move, it's weird!" Wushuang grabbed him and gave the two of them a look, letting them take a closer look at the white fur and yellow skin around them.

The white-haired and yellow-skinned man followed them into the Dragon Slaying Ridge, and along the way, he didn't even have any abnormal behavior when he encountered the man-eating flower, but now he was covered with hair everywhere, and the little mung bean eyes were staring at the tomb robber and did not dare to relax in the slightest. Animals are far more sensitive to the prediction of unknown dangers than humans, and the abnormality of white fur and yellow skin has aroused Wushuang's alarm.

"Who are you?" asked Wushuang.

The man didn't answer, but kept tapping on the radio to send a telegram to himself. Compared to the dried corpse that died under the cannibal flower, Wushuang could at least be sure that the tomb robber in front of him was a living person who could breathe, so he didn't dare to relax his vigilance in the slightest, and always pointed a gun at the man's head.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, you're dumb?"

Wushuang noticed a detail, in addition to the Russian radio station, there was also a tomb robber's backpack on the table, and his gun had been exposed on the outside of the backpack, but why did he not have the intention of resisting when the three of them suddenly rushed in just now? Tomb robbers are all extremely vicious, tomb robbery is a felony in today's era, and people usually kill people when they hit them, why is it so abnormal today?

"Are you Japanese?" asked Mushuang again.

"Let's go...... ......Suddenly, the man stopped tapping on the radio, his voice trembling as he laboriously squeezed two words out of his mouth.

"Go, where are you going? Who are you? Are you Chinese? Who are you working for?"

"Let's go...... Come...... It's too late...... None of us can escape...... Curse...... Curse...... Ah!!!!!!h

Just as Wushuang was trying to dig a clue out of his mouth, the tomb robber slammed over the table, yelled, and turned around and pounced on the three of them. I don't know if it was forced by the form, or if Lu Haotian's hand trembled, there was a loud bang behind Wushuang, and the bullet of the 54-style pistol whistled in, grazing Wushuang's scalp and hitting the guy's chest.

The 54-style pistol was so powerful that it opened a big hole in the guy's chest with one shot, causing him to fall to the ground on the spot with blood splattered. His body twitched in a spasmodic manner, blood splattered everywhere, staining the white bones on the ground blood-red.

"It's over...... Finished...... I...... I've killed someone!" Lu Haotian trembled his hands, and a pungent smell of sulfur came from the muzzle of the gun.

Wushuang pointed to the corpse with a twitching body and smashed it and said, "Mouse, you think too simply, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear the charge of murder for the time being, take a look?"

Lu Haotian and Ma Ya looked at each other......

The two blood-red rats smelled the blood of the corpse, crawling on the stomach of the tomb robber and eating greedily, but the corpse that had been cut into a big hole in the chest was struggling to stand up with his hands on the ground.

It was also the first time for the three of them to see such a strange scene, and they were stunned one by one. The corpse half-sat up, and suddenly reached out and grabbed a large rat that was gnawing on his own flesh and stuffed it directly into his mouth, and the big rat swallowed it whole into his stomach before he could even scream.

"Buddha...... Christ Jesus...... Athena...... Saint Seiya ...... What kind of monster is this Nima?" Lu Haotian didn't say a word, one hand dragged Wushuang with the other arm, and he picked up the thin horse and ran out.

"Lao Tie, do you still remember the episode that Dong Ye told you about the Republic of China before he died?

Wushuang didn't mess up, turned around and aimed at the guy's head and shot again, and then said: "This gang of tomb robbers all died in the ridge one after another, but there is still one escape, which shows that the rest of the master is a first-class master, don't take it lightly." ”