Live expedition from tomb raiding

Ding Ze didn't open the door hastily, but gently opened the wooden door to a gap, moved to the gap, and looked outside.

Wu Xie made the same move.

The two moved their eyes, and after watching for a few seconds, they saw the slightly whitish flashlight light that was still moving slowly in the forest in the southeast direction outside the shack.

"Damn it! This guy really lied to me!!!"

The suspicion in his heart suddenly became reality, Wu Xie didn't hold his breath, and cursed with a bit of anger in a dignified tone.

After cursing, Wu Xie asked Ding Ze, "Brother Ding, let's go after him and see what's going on!"

Ding Ze: "Don't worry, we have to wait for him to stop, and then we will go there quietly, otherwise it will be easy to be discovered."

520 Late night tracking

behind the door.

Ding Ze and Wu Xie watched quietly.

Watched for a while.

I don't know if it is a kind of psychological hint brought by the overall atmosphere, Ding Ze feels...

At this time near the early morning, the forest filled with darkness, under the faint moonlight, really looked like a giant beast crawling, waiting for its prey to come.

However, going deep into the forest a little bit, the old itchy, who was obviously looking for the burial spot of the bronze branch, was the prey that came to the door actively, waiting to be devoured.

with this imagination.

'Old Itch, this guy is really a ruthless person, he was tossing around in the forest alone in the middle of the night. '

Ding Ze couldn't help feeling a little emotional, and muttered silently.

At this time, since nightfall, the mountain wind has been continuous, sometimes big and sometimes small, and suddenly becomes stronger again.

As a result, the canopy was blown violently again, and the leaves could not withstand the temptation, and swayed violently...

It's quite penetrating, it sounds like there are many small creatures running around, and the friction sound is loud again...

Time passed.

After about 5 minutes.

Finally, the white light in the forest not too far away stopped.

Seeing this, Wu Xie, who couldn't wait any longer, said immediately, "Brother Ding, he stopped, let's go and have a look."

"Okay," Ding Ze nodded, without any ink marks, stretched out his hand to gently open the wooden door, and walked out, "We'd better go around from the side, to the downwind of the old itchy, or he might find out...then , you go ahead, in this case, if you are really found out, you are familiar with him, so you can be fooled a little bit."

"Ah."

Wu Xie responded, walked out of the shack, and moved forward first.

Ding Ze followed.

The two were bathed in the night, with short bodies, tiptoeing, and walked forward slowly.

.......

In the middle of the night, in the [Your Ancestor] live broadcast room, a crowd of night owl-type sand sculpture viewers saw this scene...

"Hiss! Anchor, you're a bit too proficient in doing this kind of thing!"

"Same feeling!"

"Anchor, I'm a man, and I'm getting more and more curious about your real identity!"

"????? Fuck, upstairs, do you want to learn fencing?"

"Shocked!! In the middle of the night, a man actually..."

"In the dead of night, a chrysanthemum blooms quietly..."

"..."

The crowd of sand sculpture audience chattered for a while, making a fuss as usual.

"Looking at the rhythm, it should be certain that Lao Tickle is a big villain in this game world... Not to mention, this design is really interesting."

The local tyrant smoked, drank and burnt his head, and suddenly popped up, "Why did Lao Xie trick Wu Xie all the way to Qinling? What's the purpose?"

"How much has the anchor seen so far? And how did he see it?"

"Also, as the protagonist of this series of game worlds, what role does Wu Xie play in this game world?"

The local tyrant smoked and drank to burn his head, and commented in one breath, "There are a lot of pitfalls. It seems that if you want to pass this game world, your brain is the key."

"Come on, anchor!"

The comments were sent out, swish swish swish, the local tyrant smoked, drank, burned his head, and immediately sent out more than 100 million gifts.

In this regard.

Most of the sand sculpture audience have become accustomed to it.

"The local tyrant is awesome!"

"The local tyrant is mighty!"

"Local tyrant, please adopt!"

"..."

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in the forest.

Ding Ze and Wu Xie walked around without saying a word for about ten minutes.

Suddenly, at this moment, there was a fairly rhythmic knocking sound, swept by the wind, and passed into the ears of the two of them.

Wu Xie frowned slightly when she heard it, and said in a low voice, "What is this sound? Why does it sound like someone is playing drums?"

Ding Ze thought for a while, "Your ears are not very good, this is the sound of digging, and itching is digging!"

Wu Xie: "...Dig the soil? Is there a tomb here?"

Ding Ze: "Probably not, don't talk about it, just go and see."