Tomb Raiding: The Bloodline of Dragons and Snakes, Starting from the Kunlun Divine Palace

"Brother Tian, ​​what should we do?" Fatty Wang held the small homemade gun in one hand and reached for the Desert Eagle with the other.

"Don't move." Wu Yutian grabbed Wang Pangzi's wrist, preventing him from drawing his gun again.

"I'm not afraid. I just saw that you weren't carrying any weapons, Brother Tian," Fatty Wang said, trying to justify himself.

“I don’t use guns, you should know that.” As soon as Wu Yutian said that, Fatty Wang remembered.

The one who flew on a sword atop the Temple of Reincarnation and even slew dragons with it was clearly Wu Yutian.

The distance was too great for me to see clearly, but given the circumstances, who else could it be but Brother Tian?

In addition, Wu Yutian gave him the divine medicine Qilin Jie, which brought him back to life.

Today he displayed an incredibly amazing vision, and I have long admired him to the point of complete awe.

"Brother Tian, ​​what do we do next?"

Fatty Wang felt a little flustered, and he couldn't help but grimace.

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However, as long as they don't look at each other, the other person can't tell what they're saying through the embers of the fire.

If it weren't for Wu Yutian being there as a pillar of strength, I would have already drawn my two guns and started firing.

In his own mind, all fear could be eliminated by suppressing it with firepower.

Chapter 86: Hitting the Dwarf Monster! Fatty Wang Makes a Great Contribution!

"No rush," Wu Yutian said calmly. "That thing is still about two hundred meters away from us."

As she spoke, she felt that feeling of being spied on again.

You don't need to make eye contact with the other party; your own Appraisal Divine Eye and the Celestial Official's Ring can sense the danger.

It seems that this thing is getting even closer now.

Upon hearing this, Fatty Wang felt a chill run down his spine and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Hold on," Wu Yutian said in a low voice, his peripheral vision already catching sight of the dark figure. "One hundred meters."

If the fat man were to stand up and look around at this moment, he might see a black dot, but it would certainly scare the other person away.

One hundred meters away.

There's a little dwarf standing there!

That's right, Wu Yutian clearly sensed it this time, and could even see it out of the corner of his eye; it was a dwarf.

It really does have two legs!

However, it doesn't resemble a human being, so we still call it "it".

It wore a huge, folded-brimmed hat, like the hats worn by American cowboys in the 1960s.

Its short body, only about one meter tall, was covered with tattered clothes.

Not only was it dilapidated, but it was also filthy, covered in years of dust, clearly never having been washed.

Judging from the situation, it probably crawled down from some corpse and imitated what it was wearing to keep warm.

The same is probably true for hats.

That is to say, he wasn't a cowboy, but the corpse he was rummaging through might have been a cowboy in life.

As the other party drew closer, Wu Yutian became even more certain that this thing was real.

They're not human at all!

Thinking of this, Wu Yutian gasped.

It's not human, yet it looks very similar to a human. What else could it be?

The "little man" walked silently, but he didn't float like a ghost.

It is clearly still a physical entity.

However, the way it walks is very strange.

She seemed to be limping, like a little old woman with rickets.

The closer it got to the tent, the more careful and slower it became.

If he stood still, from a distance he would look like a dead tree stump or a rock.

Wang Pangzi couldn't see that far ahead, and following Wu Yutian's instructions, he didn't dare to look.

The less you can see, the more afraid you become, imagining the other person as terrifying and powerful.

"Fatty, how's your marksmanship?" Wu Yutian asked.

"Not bad, not bad. Back in the village, I was the best bird hunter." There were many hunters in the area where Fatty Wang lived. If you could be number one in bird hunting, you were considered to be very accurate.

"Do you want to change your gun?"

"It's alright, my gun is fine, it feels good in the hand." Fatty Wang trusted his homemade gun even more when faced with danger.

"Alright." Wu Yutian nodded and said, "In a moment, I'll count to ten at the three o'clock position on my right, and you fire in that direction."

"Don't look yet. When the time comes, whatever you see moving will be your target." Wu Yutian couldn't go back to get his Peerless Sword Box at this point.

Firstly, making too much noise would scare the other party away; secondly, it would also be an opportunity to train Fatty Wang.

It's clear to me that he's always wanted to achieve something so that others will look at him with new respect.

Especially in front of Peter Huang, one must have made contributions to be able to hold one's head high.

"Do you understand it?"

"Understood." Fatty Wang swallowed hard, not daring to look in that direction again. He pretended nothing was wrong, fiddling with the small homemade gun in his hand, trying to find the best feel for it.

"ten!"

"Nine!"

"Eight!"

"seven!"

...

Wu Yutian started counting down.

In my perception, the two-legged little monster is getting closer and closer.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

"shot!"

Although Wu Yutian's voice was not loud, it was very clear, and the fat man could hear it very clearly.

Wang Pangzi responded immediately, standing up and pointing his small homemade gun in the direction Wu Yutian had indicated.

"Holy crap, what the hell is this?!" Fatty Wang cursed.

Then, a figure wearing a large hat, tattered black thermal underwear, and extremely short stature tiptoed into Fatty Wang's line of sight.

It was also just within the range of my little homemade gun.

"Awooo!" The little monster noticed Wang Pangzi's movements and stopped running away. Instead, it let out a shrill roar at Wang Pangzi!

Clearly, it was about to launch an attack, suppressing its opponent with a chilling voice before doing so.

If you hesitate even slightly, it will probably pounce on you.

boom!

boom!

Two shots fired!

Although Wang Pangzi's little homemade gun's magazine couldn't fire six rounds like a revolver, nor could it hold a full magazine like a Desert Eagle, it could just hold two bullets.

When hunters hunt, they also need to consider safety and reliability. They either finish off the prey with a finishing shot or keep a bullet for self-defense.

Therefore, this small homemade gun was designed to fire two bullets.

Fatty Wang shot out everything at once, not caring whether it was accurate or not.

In an instant, deafening gunfire resounded throughout the entire camp.

At the same time, the little monster that had been roaring moments before was also taken aback by Wang Pangzi's actions. It hadn't managed to scare the fat man at all.

Who is Fatty?

He'd seen all sorts of zombies and monsters; this little guy might be a bit odd, but he wasn't enough to scare the fat guy.

puff!

The little guy was shot in the arm, and a cloud of blood mist exploded out!

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" the little dwarf cried out.

Then they fled in panic.