Live expedition from tomb raiding

Ding Ze thought incongruously.

It didn't take long for the idea to pop up.

as predicted.

Wu Xie, who was walking around the bronze tree, noticed it, stopped, looked at the place where Ding Ze was lighting up with the flashlight, and asked, "Brother Ding, what's the problem?"

Ding Ze snickered as the words entered his ears, his face remained serious, and he nodded slightly, "The problem is serious."

As he spoke, Ding Ze stretched out his hand and landed on the cracks in the bronze branches, "I took a look, and there are quite deep cracks in all of these branches."

"These cracks are obviously not caused by problems in the process of casting the bronze tree, but intentionally made."

"Look carefully at the direction in which the crack extends..."

Wu Xie looked at it and was startled, "It extends into the tree trunk, what does that mean?"

Ding Ze: "I think this kind of crack is like a sink. The person who cast this bronze tree needs to pass through this kind of crack to transport something... most likely some liquid to the Go inside the trunk."

After Ding Ze finished speaking, he turned his head and asked Old Itchy, "The inside of this bronze tree must be empty, right, Old Itchy?"

Old Itchy: "Uh, yes---it is indeed empty."

Ding Ze: "That's right, I think, I probably know what this bronze tree is."

"What?" Wu Xie and Lao Tiao asked together.

"There is a high probability that it is a sacrificial vessel!!" Ding Ze answered simply.

Words come out.

Wu Xie and Wu Xie looked at the bronze tree together in a tacit understanding.

Watched for a while.

Wu Xie withdrew his gaze, and spoke with a solemn expression, "Brother Ding, assuming this bronze tree is really a sacrificial vessel, according to your intention, the object of sacrifice must be in the bronze tree..."

"Then, considering the casting age of this bronze tree, I'm afraid that the form of sacrifice is the most likely blood sacrifice."

"That is to say, during the sacrifice, the cracks on the branches may be filled with blood, not wine or the like... The cracks, in essence, are actually blood grooves..."

As Wu Xie spoke, his expression became more and more gloomy. During this time, the meaning of unbelievable and unacceptable was quite clear.

Ding Ze glanced at Wu Xie, "I think so too."

Wu Xie shook his head, looked at the bronze tree again, and let out a long sigh.

"Hey."

"This kind of sacrifice is really evil and stupid at the same time."

"Forging such a bronze tree, which can be called a miracle of mankind, is actually used as a tool for killing people... Sigh!"

Wu Xie was very emotional.

Ding Ze heard it, thought about it, and said nothing.

At this time, Old Itch opened his mouth, "Old Wu, you---don't be emotional, after all, think about it, the brains of the ancients---the brains were originally---different from ours. Or , how could they be---the ancients."

"Also, if it wasn't for these stupid ancients who made--all kinds of weird things, we--these people, no--wouldn't be unemployed."

"So, I think, let's not--don't care about it, don't waste--wasting time, and go--up the tree."

From a certain point of view, the old itchy words can be said to be well-founded.

Wu Xie moved his mouth, but he still didn't refute, "Well, go up the tree, finish it early, and go back early."

Because it was right next to the bronze tree, as soon as the words came out, Wu Xie moved his body, ready to climb.

Seeing it, Old Tickle hurriedly said, "Wait, you are so hairy---why are you so frizzy?"

After stopping Wu Xie, Lao Xie hurriedly took off his backpack, took out three pairs of rubber labor gloves, and continued, "I didn't--didn't I say enough, this thing, you can't just-touch it casually."

"Now, put the gloves on—put them on."

"Put on the gloves, will it be all right?" Wu Xie took two pairs of gloves, handed one of them to Ding Ze, and asked the old itchy.

Old Itch: "I'm not—not sure, but it's always—better than nothing."

Saying so, Lao Xie put his backpack back on his back, and Ma Liu put on his gloves, "I climbed over this--this tree, I'll go--go ahead."

"Remember, don't---don't let your skin touch---the bronze tree. It's better to treat this green---bronze tree as a big iron rod connected---with high voltage. Just be -- be careful."

Hear this.

Wu Xie raised her eyebrows, "Old Itchy, are you talking nonsense! Is this thing so evil?"

At this time, he had already stepped on a bronze branch, and was itching to climb up. Without turning his head, he replied with a firm tone, "Yes!"

Wu Xie: "..."

Wu Xie's expression was a little speechless, but he didn't talk too much.

Ding Ze smiled, but said nothing.

The three started climbing the tree.

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Time flies by.

In a blink of an eye, the three of them crawled in silence for more than 20 minutes.

When the time reached this time, just like the original plot, Comrade Wu Xie was already panting like a cow, sweating like rain, and his whole body was shaking.

Seeing Wu Xie's posture.

The situation was relatively good, and I didn't feel too tired. Ding Ze, who was walking at the back, immediately joked without the slightest hesitation, "Comrade Wu Xie, your body is too weak."

"I have to make up for it when I look back. It's like this at such a young age. I'm afraid it will be difficult to find a wife in the future."

Wu Xie, who was walking in the middle, was shocked: "??????"

"Brother Ding, don't talk nonsense! I'm not lying at all!"

Ding Ze smiled, "o(∩_∩)o~~~ Don't you feel guilty when you say this?"

Wu Xie lowered his head, gave Ding Ze a hard look, and skipped the topic, "How high have we climbed? What the hell, looking down from here, it's pitch black, it's like a bottomless abyss Same."