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Bright red blood was flowing on the waste stone.
It was quickly absorbed by the dry stone, leaving only a dark black trace.
However, when he fell to the ground, his head was pierced by bullets into a mush of corpses.
And the vigorous smell of blood in the air could explain that very terrible things had happened here just now.
It took a few seconds for the archaeologists to react.
"What are we going to do?" Someone at this moment could not take the scene in front of him and yell.
On the side, someone frowned and tried to move, but found that he didn't have any strength at all, "They've gone in!"
"Shall we keep up?" Someone suggested with a wrinkled face.