Live expedition from tomb raiding

When Ding Ze heard it, he poked his head slightly, and looked at the owner of the footsteps, "One, two, three, four, five, five people, you can't be wrong." '

After counting the number of people, it was confirmed that it was Uncle Tai's group. Ding Ze muttered silently, looked away, did not move, and just continued to wait.

This time it didn't take long.

Soon.

In the silent woods, there were two obviously hasty footsteps.

The sound came into his ears, and Ding Ze quietly probed again.

Immediately, the panting Old Itchy and Wu Xie, who was clearly sweating a lot, came into his field of vision.

"Poor naive comrade, you're in the game again like this," Ding Ze couldn't help feeling a little emotional as his eyes fell on Wu Xie.

After expressing his emotions, Ding Ze moved his eyes slightly, looking at the gasping and panting non-stop, it didn't seem to be acting, it really looked tired and itchy.

I saw that the cut-cut head, triangular eyes, high nose bridge, glasses, and earrings are really a bit nondescript... At the same time, they seem to be a bit evil.

'However, this image is quite suitable for the role of Lao Yinbi. '

Ding Ze thought so, smiled, and shook his head lightly, then, instead of going out immediately to have a chance encounter with Wu Xie, he waited silently again.

After waiting for about 2 minutes, Wu Xie and Wu Xie, who were sure to have walked forward, should not have noticed him... Ding Ze raised his foot, stepped on the dense weeds on the forest floor, and chased after him.

for a while.

In this forest shrouded in the faint moonlight, the seven people were divided into three teams, and the figures walking briskly constituted a rather strange picture. The tits in the back' mean picture.

The imagery went on...for a long time.

then.

Little by little, the darkness filled in the forest became more and more intense...

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In a blink of an eye, the time reached more than nine o'clock in the evening.

'What the hell, why don't these people stop and rest? Ding Ze, who was a little annoyed by the sharp weeds on the ground, couldn't help cursing in his heart.

At this time.

The old itchy not far ahead, just like the original plot, whispered to Wu Xie, "Old Wu—I think it's just like this—forget it...follow me any more—I'm afraid I'm going to quit!"

Wu Xie heard: "I said you are fucking, you have only been in prison for three years, why are you so useless..."

Come on, come on, come on, Wu Xie opened his mouth, and it was a slap in the face of the old itch.

Old Itchy didn't talk back.

Wu Xie didn't say anything more.

The two moved forward silently.

see.

"Comrade Tianzhen is still very cute. He obviously backed down in his heart, and he didn't have much confidence in the next action...but when he got an old itch, his mouth was still really strong. '

Thinking about it, Ding Ze couldn't help smiling, and the irritability in his heart suddenly eased a little.

But only a little bit.

'Hey, let's keep chasing. According to the original plot, Uncle Tai's group should be about to stop. '

Accompanied by such thoughts, Ding Ze kept walking, like a ghost in the dark night, still shuttling among the big trees.

Time flies.

at last.

Wu Xie and Lao Xie in front stopped.

I saw that the old itchy sat on the ground with one buttocks slumped, panting wildly, and whispered, "My --- oh my god, almost --- no -- didn't exhaust me to death, old--old Wu, Have they arrived—are they at the place?"

Stealthily staring at Wu Xie in front of him, he shook his head, "No, we haven't left the scenic spot yet... They seem to be planning to light a fire, rest here at night, and go on their way tomorrow morning."

"I think, let's not waste time, eat something quickly, then go to bed early to recover some strength."

Hearing this, Old Tickle heaved a long sigh, "Hey, old-Old Wu, look--look at your--what a bad idea, we are--all--all sweat, clothes ----shoes---the shoes are all wet, but they can't be raw---make a fire to roast..."

The old itch complained in a low voice.

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It was very quiet in the forest at this time of night.

Amidst this silence, Ding Ze stopped and hid behind a big tree, pretending to prick up his ears, overhearing the conversation between Wu Xie and Lao Tiao.

Naturally, this kind of pretense was for the sand sculpture audience in the live broadcast room.

'almost. '

After eavesdropping for a while, Ding Ze thought that it should be all right, so he raised his foot, and according to the plan he had planned in advance, headed forward to the right, detoured slightly, and headed towards the location of Uncle Tai's group.

The plan went well.

When he arrived at a place about ten meters away from Tai Shuo's group, Ding Ze didn't know what to do. He immediately chose a big tree suitable for climbing, and climbed up.

'Well, the bedding is ready. '

'Next, just wait for the conversation between Uncle Tai and his group to end, and then wait for the mountaineering team to leave, then you can have a chance encounter with Wu Xie very naturally. '

On a rather thick branch, Ding Ze smiled and thought silently.

As soon as the idea came to me.

On the grass below, there was a rustling, with a small sound.

Noticed the movement.

Ding Ze looked down, and immediately saw Wu Xie and Old Itching, who were stooping like thieves, creeping towards Uncle Tai and his group as a matter of course.

"Under the premise that Uncle Tai and his gang may have guns, they first followed them all the way, and now they dare to approach quietly..."

'Compared to his previous performances in the Lu Palace and in the Undersea Tomb, Comrade Tian Zhen's progress is indeed a bit big. '

'Especially about courage...'