Tomb Raider: To protect the research, the school flowers are rolled up in the tomb

Since the coffins are made of ordinary wood, the seals are also ordinary iron nails.

In such a humid undersea tomb, two things are constantly eroded by water vapor, and they have become extremely fragile at this time.

In the past, members of the archaeological team had to open the coffin to unseal the fraudulent corpse, but now the corpse in the coffin can complete this activity by itself.

The coffins all over the floor just shook symbolically, and the weak coffin would explode on the spot, and the black hairy rice dumplings inside would also stand up straight.

Under Liu Bowen's incredulous gaze, Ye Fan held up the umbrella, opened his feet, and his core was extremely stable.

Immediately afterwards, as Ye Fan turned around, several fireball-shaped things sprayed out from the umbrella head in several directions.

Chapter 214 Absolute Domain Under the Thousand Chance Umbrella

Standing behind Ye Fan, Liu Bowen could clearly feel the recoil from the fireball ejected from the umbrella.

But Ye Fan in front of him only shook his shoulders lightly, and he stood there as firmly as a mountain.

Such a reaction made Liu Bowen feel very amazing.

How can a person manage to let the two completely opposite words of being as light as a swallow and as firm as a mountain not conflict at all? ..

Big brother, an unsolved mystery among high-quality humans.

At the same time, he looked at the direction of the three fireballs.

I saw that three balls of fire shot out in three directions, and shot straight in the direction of the fraudulent corpse.

Because of the extremely fast speed, the fireball turned into a very beautiful streamlined shape halfway, like a meteor with a long tail.

At an unbelievable speed, they clearly penetrated into the neck of the first ancient corpse they met, like penetrating bullets, coming in from the front and exiting from the back.

It is also like a needle with flames, as long as it is an ancient corpse standing on this waterway, it will not be spared.

Liu Bowen's eyes widened in disbelief.

The three extremely penetrating guns directly took away dozens of ancient corpses that had just stood up from the coffin and had not had time to move their muscles and bones.

At the same time, these three shots also affected the nearby ancient corpses that had just stood up that were not on these three routes.

Some of the ancient corpses next to the three routes had just stood up with their companions on their hands. After these three shots, there was only one arm or half of the shoulder left in their hands.

The members of the surrounding archaeological team all looked at him in astonishment, and even the retreat movement subconsciously paused:

What was it that flew past me just now?

Liu Bowen took a short breath.

No wonder Ye Fan just said that he did not take it wrong!

Brother, this is simply taking out a small cannon barrel!

Even though he knew that his eldest brother was a magical man, when he thought that such a fireball was actually shot from an umbrella, he still felt that it was a bit outrageous.

After three shots, Ye Fan held the umbrella handle and drew a circular arc in front of him, and a silver crescent-shaped arc was cut in the air.

Liu Bowen only felt that the byte set seemed to hear the sound of a sharp knife coming out of its sheath again.

For a moment, he was a little dazzled, and hurriedly looked at the umbrella head.

I saw that the umbrella in Ye Fan's hand was twice as long as it was before, and then he was shocked to find that the umbrella head that was able to spray fireballs just now had a very sharp gun head.

From muskets to red-tasseled guns!

However, isn't the original form of this thing just a metal umbrella behind the big brother's back?

For a moment, the shock of the weapon in Ye Fan's hands replaced his fear of seeing the coffins piled up in front of him.

Liu Bowen was about to subconsciously take a step forward.

Ye Fan in front of him instantly sensed the small voice behind him. He turned his wrist nimbly, and the handle of the umbrella lightly tapped on Liu Bowen's stomach, but it was enough for Liu Bowen to take several steps back.

At the same time quickly said:

"Stand here and don't move."

After finishing speaking, Ye Fan raised his voice, and while reminding in the communication device, he also reminded the bodyguards on his side:

"Zongzi's weak point is the neck!"

As he spoke, he ran forward quickly.

Almost instantly, the voices of Zhang Qiang and Qiu Ning came from the space he was in and the communication equipment:

"Zongzi, what zongzi? Jiazhai zongzi?"

"Brother Xiaoye, are you talking about zongzi? It seems that we only brought some compressed things with us when we went to the grave this time."

Ye Fan sighed shortly:

"The corpse of the fraudulent corpse."

Then, there were two solemn "received".

Ye Fan ran forward holding the Thousand Chance Umbrella that had changed into the shape of a growing gun. The tip of the gun scratched the ground, making a sharp metallic sound, and at the same time brought out an orange-red spark.

At this time, more than half of the archaeological team was already retreating quickly by taking advantage of the gap in the response of the zongzi created by Ye Fan's three shots just now.

They passed by Ye Fan who was running forward.

From the perspective of Liu Bowen, who was left behind by Ye Fan, this was a very shocking scene.

Inside the densely packed coffin, zongzi continued to stand upright. It was as if a small bomb was installed inside the coffin, and the entire coffin lid was bounced off or directly shattered.

These zongzi coming out of the broken coffin are like ghosts walking in the night, making the tomb, which was originally thought to be a large area but a bit empty and quiet, become lively for a while.

This scene, as if the gate of hell opened in front of him.

And almost everyone was retreating from this hell, only Ye Fan was holding a spear and advancing unswervingly.

He held the camera wordlessly, recording such scenes.

I saw that where Ye Fan passed by, ancient corpses stood up continuously from the coffin.

A group of professors and students who were retreating were about to be caught by Zongzi's claws. Ye Fan put the gun head on the ground, like a pole vault, and kicked the Zongzi's neck fiercely with his long legs.

The zongzi was kicked by Ye Fan and flew ten meters away, and by the way, he also took away a dozen companions behind him who were barking their teeth and claws.

After Ye Fan's feet landed on the ground, the spear transformed from the Myriad Chance Umbrella changed from his left hand to his right hand, and with himself as the center, he drew a circular arc of blue light piercing the sky.

None of the zongzi in this arc survived.

Immediately, he straightened his body again, turned and contracted the muzzle of the gun, and the red fireball shot out again. Meteors generally cleaned up the rice dumplings on the entire waterway in this direction.

At the same time, the bodyguards were fighting and retreating.

With an average speed of two or three bullets taking away a zongzi, the staff of the archaeological team were covered to retreat.

At the same time, they are also very clear.

The reason why it can be carried out so smoothly now is entirely because Ye Fan alone has almost served as a quarter of the combat power.

A Thousand Manifestations Umbrella is used superbly, switching back and forth between long spears and muskets.

Several times, I also opened the umbrella, so that everyone recalled that it seemed to be an umbrella.

But the open umbrella is not for shelter from the wind and rain, but like a solid shield, when the zongzi's claw scratches it, there will be no trace left, and it may even fall off your own fingers immediately.

However, within ten minutes, wherever Ye Fan passed, there was not a single zongzi that could stand up.

At this time, all members of the archaeological team who were recording the data of the coffin just now had retreated to the safe area where Liu Bowen was.

The reason why this place is a safe zone is entirely because with Ye Fan in front, almost all the zongzi fall down as soon as they stand up.

There is no chance of going one step further back, not at all.

Chapter 215 Tattoos React to the Bronze Coffin

At the same time, the focus of Liu Bowen's camera has been hurriedly following Ye Fan, and he himself is also flexibly moving left and right behind.

And other professional photographers in the live broadcast group are also constantly switching the direction of the lens.

At this time, almost everyone's focus was no longer on the dead Zongzi, but Ye Fan's wonderful operation.

"One thing to say, now I really want a link of the same style of this umbrella."

"Just ask if you don't understand, does this weapon really exist?"

"Master Ye, start a class, I want to learn too."

"Old fans from Wang Mang's tomb, if I remember correctly, Team Leader Xiaoye seems to have said before that he doesn't know martial arts."

"Don't know martial arts? Are you kidding me? This is Master Ye, Master Ye who knows every kung fu!"

"Let's just say, can all martial arts movies in the future be rolled up to this extent?"

"Okay, reward the directors of domestic entertainment to go back and watch this screen recording a hundred times. It's not too much. Lol, martial arts TV series can't do the archaeological live broadcast."

"It's cold and cold, and you know everything you know."

"Tell me a joke, Ye Fan, a graduate student majoring in archeology."

"Damn it, patriarch Xiaoye is really crazy to me! Is Yefan you!"

"Master Hei/Brother Qiling: Wrong billions."

"I want this man to be my husband, but I can't beat the one with poor tattoos."

"I want this man to be my wife, but I can't beat the one who wears sunglasses."

"Brother Qiling, I like your wife, don't close the door of your room (violent words)."

"Master Hei, do you know that Little Yezi is so wild when you're not around?"

At the same time, opposite to where Ye Fan was, in the space where the Southwest official archaeological team was.

He Lianjing was holding two rifles, he ignored the recoil force, his two arms were like iron arms, they didn't waver at all, and the bullet casings under his feet had piled up into a hill.

There was almost no time to aim, and every bullet was accurately shot into Zongzi's neck.

He Lianjing keeps fighting and advancing, and his core is as stable as Mount Tai.

Passing by Yuan Ge who was also shooting, Yuan Ge showed a shocked expression.

She opened her eyes wide, and said to Brother Lin who was not far away from her in disbelief:

"Fuck, is this gun used like this?"

Brother Lin looked at He Lianjing carefully, and a few drops of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

And in the front position, Zhang Qiling held Jingzhe in his hand, and with a blue-purple light, he jumped sideways from side to side as if teleporting.

Wherever this blue-purple light went, it seemed to be directly pronouncing:

"This place has been ruled and occupied by me."

And Jing Zhe didn't need to look for the deadly spot on Zongzi's neck at all. In front of Jing Zhe, Zongzi with only this bit of corpse gas had fatal spots all over his body.

With the cover of He Lianjing's bullets at a little distance, the fish that slipped through the blind spots that occasionally appeared around Zhang Qiling had no chance to get close to him.

Some of the bullets went towards Zhang Qiling's hair, hitting Zongzi's neck.

But Zhang Qiling didn't make any dodging movements, not even blinking his eyelids.

This is the tacit understanding that he and He Lianjing have worked together for many years, as well as their trust in each other's strength.

Under the quick attack of He Lianjing and Zhang Qiling, more than half of the rice dumplings in the tomb room where the Northwest officials were located quickly fell down.

Although the three people on the front line at this time couldn't see what happened in the tomb space opposite the ice wall.

But the audience in the live broadcast room could see very clearly through the live broadcast screens on both sides that Zhang Qiling and Ye Fan were cleaning up the rice dumplings on both sides almost at the same time, while moving forward, to the side of the bronze coffin.

When they reached the edge of the huge standing bronze coffin, both Ye Fan and Zhang Qiling paused.

The movements of the two were almost in sync. They reached out and touched their chests, and almost at the same time showed a look of astonishment on their faces.

Ye Fan covered his chest and touched his neck again.

This is where the unicorn tattoo comes in.

For some reason, there was a very burning pain from the place covered by the tattoo.

Ye Fan tugged at his collar, and looked down at his chest from the collar.

The black unicorn tattoo was burning right now, and the skin around the black paint still showed some signs of redness.