The boy coughed and said, "Comrades, I'm sorry for getting you into trouble. It looks like we're going to see Marx. I, Fatty, have never been afraid of anything, but I never thought I would die like this."
He was wearing a black mouse suit, so I couldn't see his body shape in the dark. But when I looked closely, I found that he was indeed a fat white man. I didn't expect such a fat man to be a tomb robber.
Pan Zi cursed, "Fatty, where the hell did you come from? I really want to beat you to death!"
I looked at the fire stick and was about to burst into tears. I said, "Hurry up and think of a solution. Otherwise, no matter who smokes whom, the bugs will get the upper hand!"
Pan Zi looked around, handed the pistol to the fat man, then handed the tinder to me, and said, "We could have held out for a while if we burned our clothes, but the fire from this tinder is too small. We might die before it can be lit. I'll count to three, and I'll attract these bugs. You guys run to the wall and make a ladder to climb up. There's definitely enough time. I'm quick, so I'll come over after you guys get up there. There's no time to waste!"
Before I could refuse, Pan Zi jumped into the pile of corpses. Immediately, the corpses rushed up like a tide, and there was indeed a path in front of us. I shouted and wanted to save him, but the fat man grabbed me and said, "Go up!"
He forced me to run a few steps, and then I took advantage of the momentum to climb up, then reached out and pulled him up as well.
I looked down and saw that Pan Zi was covered with corpse beetles and was rolling on the ground in pain. I almost cried. The fat man shouted, "Get up quickly, it's just a few steps away! Hurry!" But it was impossible for Pan Zi to get up. Corpse beetles had already started to crawl into his mouth. He tried to stand up several times and was thrown to the ground each time. I really didn't expect these bugs to be so aggressive. Pan Zi curled up and looked at us screaming above, shaking his head in misery.
In the end, his face was covered with corpse beetles. I saw him stretch out his hand and make a gun gesture. His hand was already full of wounds. I knew he wanted us to shoot him to death.
The fat man couldn't bear to watch any more, so he gritted his teeth and yelled, "Brother, I'm sorry!"
At this moment, there was another sound of a mechanism on the top, and another person jumped down from it. Note that this person jumped down, not fell down, so he landed very steadily, but the weight of his landing was very heavy. He bent over to cushion the impact, supported the ground with one hand, and exhaled. The corpse beetles were stunned at first, and suddenly they started to bump around like crazy, trying desperately to stay away from this person. The big bugs that originally surged like a tide also retreated like a tide at this time, disappearing deep into several hook holes on the wall.
I took a closer look and was overjoyed. Wasn't this guy the Oil Bottle? The fat man also screamed, "Oh my God, this guy is not dead!" However, I looked closely and felt something was wrong. I saw that his clothes were all torn and his body was covered in blood. It looked like he was seriously injured. The Oil Bottle saw Pan Zi, who was already dying on the ground, and hurriedly went up to carry him on his back. When we saw that we were saved, we quickly reached down and one of us grabbed Pan Zi and the other grabbed the Oil Bottle and pulled them up.
This is really a sudden change, a life in a desperate situation. Just now we were in a hopeless situation, but now the situation has suddenly reversed. We hurriedly wanted to check Pan Zi's injuries, but Menyouping waved his hand and said, "Hurry up, it's chasing us."
Although I hadn't understood what he meant, the fat man had already jumped up, and he seemed to feel the same way. He carried Pan Zi on his back. I picked up Pan Zi's mining lamp and led the way, and the four of us ran straight into the depths of the stone path.
I don't know how long we ran, and I couldn't tell how many turns we made. Men You Ping grabbed Fatty and said, "Okay, the design of the stone path here is weird. It shouldn't be able to catch up with us in a short time." We stopped and found that we were sweating profusely. I hurriedly asked them what they were talking about. Men You Ping sighed and didn't answer me. He just laid Pan Zi flat on the ground. I thought, that's right, the most important thing now is to see how serious Pan Zi's injuries are.
Pan Zi was really badly injured this time, with cuts all over his body. If he was bandaged, even if there were enough bandages, he would have turned into a mummy. I took a look, and fortunately, most of the wounds were not deep, but there were several wounds on his neck and abdomen that were almost fatal. It seems that these insects are very good at attacking the soft parts of people. I remembered that the corpse that I touched before was also bitten the most severely on the abdomen.
Menyouping pressed his abdomen with his hand, drew out the black gold ancient knife from his waist, and said, "Help me hold him down."
I was shocked and had a bad feeling, so I asked hurriedly, "What are you going to do?"
He stared at Pan Zi's belly like a butcher looking at his victim, and he stroked the wound with his two long fingers and said to me, "There's a cat in his stomach."
"No way." I looked at him suspiciously, then looked at the fat man, who had already held down Pan Zi's feet: "From your performance, I believe him more."
I had no choice but to hold down Pan Zi's hand. Men Youpingzi used a knife to open the cut on his stomach, then inserted his fingers into his wound at lightning speed. With a probe and a hook, he pinched out a green corpse beetle. These movements were already very fast, but Pan Zi still arched his whole body in pain. He was very strong and I could hardly hold him down.
"It suffocated to death in his stomach." Men Youping threw the insect corpse away. "The wound is too deep. If it is not disinfected, it may be infected. It will be very troublesome."
The fat man took out the glorious bullet from the gun and said, "How about we learn from the advanced experience of the American people and use this glorious bullet where it is really needed? We can unscrew the bullet head and use gunpowder to burn his wound?"
Pan Zi grabbed the fat man's foot, gritting his teeth and cursing in pain: "I wasn't shot! Do you want to... burn my intestines?" He took out a bundle of bandages from his trouser pocket. There was blood on it, which seemed to be taken from the wound on his head. He said: "Fortunately, I didn't throw it away. Tie it up for me first, tie it tight, this injury is nothing!"
The fat man said, "Individual heroism is not popular these days. Comrade, I have seen your intestines, so don't hold on." He was about to attack, but Menyouping and I hurriedly stopped him. I said, "Don't do it recklessly. If the bullet burns his internal organs, he will be finished. Let's wrap him up first."
The fat man thought it was right. We hurriedly bandaged Pan Zi's wound, then tore off a few pieces of cloth from my clothes and wrapped him with another layer. Pan Zi almost fainted from the pain. I saw him leaning against the wall gasping for breath, and I couldn't help but be very moved. If I hadn't dropped the fire starter, he might not have ended up like this.
At this time, I remembered something and asked Fatty: "By the way, who the hell are you?"
The fat man was about to speak, but Monk Oil Bottle made a gesture to keep silent, and I immediately heard a creepy gurgling sound coming from the side of the aisle.