"Oops!" Zhang Xingkuo said to himself.

At the same time, the brazier that Fatty Wang had originally lit in the stone room was extinguished and the surroundings were in darkness again.

"Damn, hurry up and get on Liangzi. This bastard wants to keep us all here." In the darkness, Fatty Wang shouted loudly, and at the same time he grabbed the weasel's right hand and began to force it, trying to pinch the weasel to death in his hand.

But the weasel had been planning for a long time, and the fat man Wang was still tossing there? As soon as its tail was raised, a dark green gas soared into the sky, directly wrapping Wang Wang's fat head in.

"Haha!" Fatty Wang was caught off guard and was directly fucked by the weasel who had become a sperm. He didn't care about pinching the weasel to death at this time. He could only subconsciously cover his nose and squat on the ground and vomit. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the weasel's body turned flexibly and ran directly towards the sarcophagus placed on the ground.

"Damn, Fatty Master ******* must kill you today!" Fatty Wang is also a person with temperament, and his ability is really solid. Although he was just careless, his eyes were swollen and his throat was dry, he still endured it, snatched the flashlight from Zhang Xingkuo's hand, and walked towards the sarcophagus directly.

The sarcophagus placed in the center of the stone chamber was not completely covered, leaving a gap the size of an arm on the right. At this time, a few drops of blood were left in the gap, and a few curved yellow hairs were mixed on it. Obviously, the weasel crawled into the gap.

As a master of fighting, Wang Fatty Wang followed Sun Guofu in his life and didn't know how many coffins he had seen. He also knew that there were many thousand-year-old rice dumplings hidden in the coffin that would produce corpses when the blood of living objects was stained with. However, the coffin in front of him was not covered tightly, and the stench of the zombies on the zombies was not emitted. The weasel had already crawled inside. If there were zombies, he would have jumped up and pounced on people at this time, and would not wait until now. So he immediately determined that this was an empty coffin, and it should have been abandoned before it was done.

But he still carefully knocked on the wall of the coffin with his hands, and then used the echo to determine whether there was anything immediately? Or what was the thing like? This is a secret technique passed down by Sun Guofu's family, and he learned it for many years before mastering it.

"Keng" and "Keng", as his fingers hit, this sound similar to thundering in the sarcophagus came from the sarcophagus. Hearing this sound, Fatty Wang put his eyes to the gap in the lid of the coffin, illuminated it with a flashlight, and said: "What's in it? Come and help me, I'll open it!"

Zhang Xingkuo walked to him and took a look. Sure enough, looking down from the gap in the coffin, there was a black shadow lying inside, but I really couldn't tell what it was.

Fatty Wang blows away the dust on the cover of the coffin and knocks it, trying to put the flashlight into the gap in the coffin to shine, but the flashlight they carry is too big and can't be inserted after trying for a long time. He asks, "Please take it and illuminate it, I'll lift it up and see!"

Zhang Xingkuo felt a little strange in his heart. He always felt that what happened from the time he discovered the weasel to the point where he was very strange, and there were no weapons around him, so he shook his head and said, "This is something wrong. I don't feel good, don't open it rashly."

Before he finished speaking, Fatty Wang suddenly shrank back, took several steps, sat down to the place, and even rolled away the flashlight.

Zhang Xingkuo was startled by him. He was about to ask him what he was doing, but suddenly his hands were cold. He looked down and saw that a dry and pale hand stretched out from the gap in the coffin lid at some point and was grabbing his wrist.

"Fraud. Fraud!" This was the only idea in Zhang Xingkuo's mind at this time. As a soldier, he had always been unbelievable in the legend of ghosts and gods. But now, this dry and pale palm was placed in front of him, which suddenly shattered the anti-ghosts and gods theory he had learned in the army for many years.

But he was also an iron-blooded soldier who had experienced the rain of war, so he just hesitated for a moment before reacting. He understood that no matter what the dry hand in front of him was, he would not have any good ending after being caught for a long time. So Zhang Xingkuo held his arm, turned over, and clamped the dry hand that stretched out from the coffin with his legs, and was about to twist it.

"Oh...Damn it, it's me! Don't use any effort, you kid, it hurts, oh!" Before Zhang Xingkuo could break his dry hand, a voice of scolding his father came from the coffin. Zhang Xingkuo was stunned again because he could hear it, and the voice seemed to Sun Guofu who had disappeared for a long time.

"I'm going, why are you still standing there? Let go!" Sun Guofu's voice sounded anxiously again. So Zhang Xingkuo let go of his legs in confusion.

"Commander Sun, why did you squat inside? Have a stomachache?" At this time, Fatty Wang came forward, hugged the lid of the coffin with both hands, and moved it apart, revealing Sun Guofu lying inside.

"Look a bright boy first." Sun Guofu did not answer, but turned over and sat up. The weasel that had entered the coffin was struggling in his hands at this time.

Soon, the brazier in the corner of the stone chamber was lit again, and the entire stone chamber became much brighter.

However, as the visibility of the stone chamber increased, Zhang Xingkuo's heart had put it back in his stomach and jumped up uncontrollably again, as if it was about to pop out of his throat.

I saw the man sitting in the coffin, with white hair, cheeks sagging, his eyes twitching, and his face and skin piled on the bones, just like an old monkey. There was the strong and mature Sun Guofu before.

"I'll go, Commander Sun, why did you become like this? Did you get yang energy sucked by the zombies?" Fatty Wang lit the brazier and turned around and was shocked by the scenery in front of him. But he knew Sun Guofu right away, so he naturally recognized the old man as the veritable Commander Sun at a glance, but for some reason, the latter became so old in an instant.

"Oh!" Sun Guofu sighed lightly, but still did not answer. He saw him take out a centipede bead from his pocket. This was a drug he specially configured before entering the jungle. If it was bitten by poisonous insects, it could be used to remove the poison, but it could not be close to his mouth and nose.

After taking out the centipede bead, Sun Guofu put it in front of the weasel's nose and wiped it a few times. The weasel suddenly twitched, his eyes turned pale, and bleeding from his nose bit by bit. After a while, his eyes began to blur, and he opened his mouth and spit out a red ball the size of a fingertip.

Seeing the weasel spitting out the red pill, Sun Guofu's face, which had been tense, finally relaxed. He stretched out his thin and pale palm, grabbed the red pill in his hand, and then delivered it to his mouth.

As Hongwan got into his stomach, Sun Guofu suddenly became energetic and swept away his previous listlessness. The flesh that was originally hanging on the skull began to slowly recover, becoming bloody. His white hair turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye. In less than a minute, he turned back to the Sun Guofu that Zhang Xingkuo had known before.
Chapter completed!