Live expedition from tomb raiding

Wu Xie: "!!!!!!"

At this moment, even Fatty was a little shocked, because although Fatty was sure that there was no King Lu Shang in the Qixing Suspect Coffin, he really did not expect such details...

Enlightenment, suddenly enlightened!

For a moment, not only Wu Xie and Pan Zi felt this way.

I saw that the sand sculpture audience in the live broadcast room inevitably felt the same and reacted accordingly.

"Fucking anchor! Who are you? Why do I feel like my IQ has been crushed?"

"Upstairs, you are not alone!"

"Anchor, you are unfathomable..."

Ding dong, the old Wang next door surfaced, "What nonsense, the anchor is not a woman, how can you use the word unfathomable!"

"?????"

"Heaven, earth, no matter who it is, send someone over to catch this lsp who can go racing no matter what kind of broken road, don't let him continue to harm our pure hearts."

Old Wang next door: "???? Bah! You're the only one who is pure? If you were pure, you wouldn't understand what I'm talking about!"

Sand sculpture audience: "..."

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The fat man gave a thumbs up, "Old Ding, you are awesome, you are a scientific tomb robber... You can also describe it as a detective tomb robber."

The fat man was straightforward, and he admired it directly when he should admire it. After speaking, he continued, "Then tell me, where is that old boy, King Lu Shang?"

Of course Ding Ze knew where it was, "I suspect it's very possible, there might be a very awesome place further down. You see, we have come all the way here, and the amount of work is not small, which means that King Mu of Zhou should be a very good man." Forced king."

"Then his tomb, including the inner and outer coffins, may be a bit unbelievable."

"To put it bluntly, King Lu Shang dragged King Zhou Mu out of his coffin and forced him to move him to another place... If King Lu Shang was muddled enough, he might lie in his coffin. into the coffin of King Mu of Zhou."

Wu Xie: "...Brother Ding, what you said, King Lu Shang is not a poor man, why would he even want to grab King Zhou Mu's coffin..."

Ding Ze shook his head, "It's just a guess, you have to see it with your own eyes to know."

As he spoke, Ding Ze slowly got up.

[Lu Wang Palace] This story is coming to an end, it's really uncomfortable to be in such a ghostly place in the middle of the night, so let's hurry to the end.

So, that little green hand hasn't appeared yet...

Ding Ze thought for a while, then took the initiative to speak, "Pan Zi, you just said that you saw very thin hands in the wall of that passage, you wanted to know what it was, and you opened the secret door after messing around , fell down?"

While talking, Ding Ze dug out the notes that the fat man had left behind that he found in the ear room... To be precise, it was not the notes of the fat man, but the notes of Aning and his group before, and the fat man was also wandering around , found by chance.

"Pan Zi, are you sure that thing is a hand?"

Ding Ze asked.

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"Um, Master Ding, it's not a hand, what is that?" Pan Zi asked suspiciously.

Ding Ze originally planned to take out the paper with the simple Hydra cypress on it, and combine it with the story told by the old guide, to tell Pan Zi that it might be a demon tree.

But the plans couldn't keep up with the changes.

As soon as Pan Zi finished speaking, the small green hand on Wu Xie's shoulder that was destined to appear finally appeared!

Ding Ze saw it!The fat man saw it, and Pan Zi saw it too!

This is what Pan Zi saw before. Seeing you now, he was a little scared and didn't dare to act rashly.

As for the fat guy, because of his nervousness, he had already winked at Wu Xie, and at the same time patted his shoulder, motioning Wu Xie to look.

It's a pity that the naive comrades of this era have a different brain circuit. Seeing the fat man winking at him, I don't know what to think, but think that the fat man is deliberately joking with him... After feeling upset for a while, he casually twisting the neck...

After all, Wu Xie still saw the little green hand...

Naive as Wu Xie, if you don't experience this kind of weirdness a lot, you won't be able to grow if you don't walk between life and death a few times.

At this moment, the naivety has grown a little bit, not much, but it has indeed grown a little bit.

Wu Xie didn't dare to move, his whole body was stiff!

At this time, Ding Ze has already pulled out the black gold short knife from his backpack. This knife is extremely sharp. In the cellar not long ago, chopping up corpses was as easy as chopping vegetables... He is confident that this knife should be able to cut. Save a little hydra cypress!

Holding the knife, Ding Ze first put his finger to his mouth, made a gesture of speaking to Wu Xie, and then slowly moved to Wu Xie's side.

Both Pan Zi and Fatty watched with their eyes open, and they seemed to be very nervous... Of course, Wu Xie was the most nervous. After all, Wu Xie was the person involved.

Wu Xie had seen how sharp Ding Ze's knife was before!

Wu Xie didn't move, her eyes were subconsciously closed!

Ding Ze came to the side, without any ink stains, he raised his knife and dropped it, chopping down with one knife!

'Snapped! '

A good knife is a good knife!

In an instant, the little green hand on Wu Xie's shoulder came down alone, and the part that was originally connected to the little hand has quickly retracted into the wall...

But this kind of hydra cypress is extremely strange.

I saw that there was only one hand left, which was obviously all alone, and this hand was moving rapidly, as if trying to escape!

When Ding Ze saw it, he quickly shouted, "Hurry up, grab it, I want to see what it is!"

If it can be cut off, it means that it is not something weird and inexplicable.

The unknown is scary, it can be hacked to death, not scary!

In an instant, Pan Zi and Fatty started to act, and Wu Xie naturally reacted a little slower, but it didn't matter, as the lights were moving rapidly, Fatty stepped on the little hand that probably had only the last trace of survival instinct left!

slap!

The sound was a little crisp, as if someone had trampled some kind of bug to death.

"Fatty, don't lift your feet, maybe you're still alive," Ding Ze reminded.

Fatty did as he said, and waited for dozens of seconds. After all, it was the soles of his feet, and the little hand didn't move, so Fatty could still feel it. "Old Ding, it seems that it hasn't moved at all."