The blood-red thing squatted in the grass without any movement. The third son walked within three steps, took a closer look, and suddenly felt his scalp tingling and his stomach turning over. That was clearly a person!
He bit his lower lip and pulled out the long machete at his waist, wanting to stab this thing to see what it was. Before he bent down, the monster suddenly bent its body and pounced over. The third son saw a flash of red light in front of him, and it was too late to avoid it. In the blink of an eye, his feet slipped, and he conveniently fell backwards. At the same time, all the bullets in the box cannon were fired at close range on the monster's chest. The thing was suddenly hit with blood splashing everywhere, and it backed up several steps and fell into the grass.
On this side, the third son also conveniently rolled, and immediately jumped up, turned around and aimed at the monster's head and pulled the trigger. Just hearing a click, it actually jammed!
This old oil box cannon was dug out from a warlord's tomb by his second grandfather back then. It seems that it has not been used for many years. Unfortunately, in the past few years, he followed his father everywhere and had no time to maintain it. Usually, there are very few opportunities to fire the gun, and once the barrel gets hot, it jams. This is really bad luck. Even drinking cold water can stuck in the teeth.
The third son looked at the blood-red thing twisting and getting up, and cursed in his heart. The momentum he just took the risk to do was gone. He conveniently swung his arm round and threw the gun at it. He didn't care whether he hit it or not, and turned around and ran away. This time, he didn't even dare to look back, and aimed at a big tree in front and ran over, thinking that no matter what, it wouldn't climb the tree. He would go up the tree and hide first.
Thinking about it, suddenly he tripped over his foot and fell forward like a dog eating shit, and his whole face hit a tree stump, and immediately his nose and mouth were full of blood.
This was really a bad fall. The third son suddenly felt dizzy. He bit his teeth and tried to stand up, but found that his whole hand could not use any strength. At this time, the wind sound came from behind. He turned around and looked, and the monster was already within a few steps. The king of hell came to call the roll!
The third son is also a transparent person. Seeing that his time of death is approaching, he is not afraid, just smiled bitterly and simply lay on the ground waiting to die. In an instant, the monster pounced on his back and stepped down hard. The third son felt a sweet taste in his throat, and his gall was stepped out. At the same time, a strange itch came from his back, and his eyes immediately became hazy.
He realized that he might be poisoned, and the toxicity was very strong. In a hazy moment, he saw not far away, his second brother's broken hand fell out of his arms, and it seemed that something was held in his hand.
He blinked hard and looked carefully. It turned out to be a silk handkerchief. The third son thought that the thing his family's second brother tried his best to steal must not be an ordinary thing. Now he didn't know how they were. I have to keep the things well. In case I really die, when they find my body, they can also find it from me, and the second brother's hand is not broken in vain, and I am not dead in vain. Thinking about it, he strugglingly dug the silk handkerchief out of the broken hand and stuffed it into his sleeve.
At this time, his ears also started to hum, and his eyes were like being covered with a layer of gauze, and his hands and feet began to cool down. According to his past experience, now there must be a lot of excrement and urine in his crotch.