Live expedition from tomb raiding

Thinking of this word, it is really powerless!

So Ding Ze didn't think about it anymore, kicked his feet, jumped to the place where the three of Partridge Whistle fell, landed steadily, and took a closer look...

'Fuck! '

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When Ding Ze landed.

The three of Partridge Whistle are retreating rapidly with hands and feet!

Because there is no matter of bones, Monk Liaochen can move at this time... Maybe if you move, you can move, if you are not dead, you are not dead...

Ding Ze's eyes moved quickly, and he glanced at Partridge Whistle's left arm first. The left arm has been hit, and a small part of the bones are exposed...

That's not the point!

The point is, his eyes fell on Monk Chen's right foot... The shoe was clearly rotten by poisonous insects, and some bones were exposed on the instep...

Monk Liaochen was also hit. This right foot is absolutely useless!

see.

Ding Ze couldn't help cursing, "Damn!"

Immediately afterwards, because the fireball was eliminated, the black mist was moving towards the four of them again, now is not the time to say anything unnecessary...

Ding Ze immediately shouted to Father Thomas, who was luckiest and still intact, "Hurry up, help each other, and run quickly! Don't touch their wounds!"

finished calling.

Ding Ze hurriedly ignited the little half of gasoline left in his hand, the cloth strip that was plugged in the bottle, and threw it vigorously towards the black mist.

In an instant, the plastic bottle flew out, gasoline was splashed, and an arc of fire appeared in midair, bright and eye-catching!

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The temperature of the fire diverted the attention of the black mist again, and the four of them bought a little time.

But only a little bit.

"Run, run, run!"

Ding Ze didn't dare to delay. After throwing the gasoline bottle, he immediately rushed to the tunnel with Monk Liaochen, whose right foot was crippled and it became difficult to walk normally.

Father Thomas was going to help the Partridge Whistle, but the Partridge Whistle shook his head, because it was only a matter of losing his left arm, so the pain came to an end, and his running was not affected much.

"Hurry up!" The bean-sized beads of sweat on his face slid down like rain, and his face was so pale that there was no blood at all, Partridge Whistle gritted his teeth and said.

The four quickly got into the tunnel.

On the line of life and death, Father Thomas, shirtless, took the lead and ran extremely fast.

In the blink of an eye, it didn't take long to see the strange boulder in the tunnel again... The four of them could only sigh with emotion for a moment.

"Don't stop, is now the time to look at the broken stone?" Ding Ze couldn't help but urged, seeing that Partridge Whistle and Monk Liaochen were looking at the broken stone with complicated eyes.

The four ran wildly again.

Finally, lucky enough to save a life, they got back to the tomb in front of Yumen one after another.

As soon as he got back to the tomb passage, Ding Ze put Monk Chen on the ground first, and before Partridge Whistle had a chance to say anything, he quickly backfilled the tomb bricks to seal the passage.

After doing all this, he was really tired. Ding Ze sat down on the ground, raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his face, and then...

It's not a big problem. I haven't smoked for such a long time, so I have to get one.

Ding Ze lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and then looked at Partridge Whistle and Monk Liaochen, whose faces were almost distorted from the pain, so...he took out the black gold dagger from his backpack.

"Partridge Whistle, Master Liaochen, those poisonous insects are spreading..." Ding Ze said, "Do you do it yourself, or should I do it?"

The words floated into the air, and at the same time into the middle of the night, the hearts almost hung in their throats, and the ears of the sand sculpture audience who were too nervous.

"Fuck!!!!" Some sand sculpture audience screamed in fright.

"F*ck, shit, shit!!! I've seen this kind of plot in the movie, shit, you need to be so calm, the anchor, and still have a cigarette in your mouth, and say something like that?"

"...I'm going out of the way first, and I'll come back after this passage."

"Me too, if I can't see this kind of thing, I will definitely be overwhelmed for many days and withdraw."

"Wait for me!"

In front of Yumen.

Father Thomas sat slumped on the ground, his old face pale, and his eyes stared blankly at Partridge Whistle's left arm and Monk Liaochen's right foot.

He heard Ding Ze's words, but it's a pity that as a foreigner, if he wants to understand what Ding Ze is talking about... he can only say that he has a rough idea, which is extremely horrifying.

Partridge Whistle and Monk Liaochen looked at each other. The matter had come to this point, and the poisonous insects' corrosion was indeed still spreading. If you delay for a second, the more parts of your body will be lost.

Both of them are Daedou craftsmen, and Daodou is another activity where the head is pinned to the belt of the trousers...

So the two nodded at Ding Ze together, "Brother Ding, I'm sorry to trouble you."

After finishing speaking, the two of them gritted their teeth at the same time and tore off a strip of cloth from the trouser leg. They quickly tied it a little bit above the wound, tied it tightly, and then each swallowed two pills of red nectar, then gritted their teeth and lay flat on the ground .

Ding Ze saw...

He really didn't want to, nor was he willing to do such a thing, but at this moment, if he didn't do it, who would do it?Father Thomas?

With a cigarette in his mouth, Ding Ze's heart turned hard, he clenched his black gold dagger tightly, and stood up through gritted teeth.

One knife, two knives.

The sand sculpture audience in the live broadcast room knew what was going to happen, but didn't retreat in time: "!!!!"

Extremely shocked, extremely panicked.

There was silence in the live broadcast room for about a second.

Swish swish!

In an instant, the hemostatic medicine that was one of the gifts was not just a bottle or two, but tens of thousands, floating continuously across the screen.

In three seconds at most, this wave of gifts will be another million dollars for Ding Ze.

Of course, Ding Ze didn't care about these things, he just quickly called up the panel, entered the live broadcast warehouse, took out two bottles of hemostatic medicine, put them in his backpack, and quickly took them out...