Tomb raiding: following the plot while tearing up the script

Because of Qian Duoduo's words, Wu Xie immediately felt the gazes of his friends on him.

They all had this "what have you been teaching it all this time?" look on their faces.

Damn it, he's been completely wronged! He's perfectly normal usually!!! Really!!!

The happy Qian Duoduo crawled ahead very fast, and the people following behind with flashlights didn't even need to keep an eye on it. That magical 'tourist friend' never stopped, and they couldn't go the wrong way even a little bit.

After turning a corner, they heard Qian Duoduo's voice, which seemed to have lingered and stopped somewhere. The group quickened their pace.

In one corner of the passage, between the two mountain walls, there seemed to be a dark shadow curled up, and Qian Duoduo was climbing up and down on that shadow.

As they approached, they realized it was a corpse, and not the Vietnamese corpse they had imagined.

The man was dressed in traditional Yao clothing, and judging from his full head of white hair and thick white beard, he was not young.

Why would an elderly Yao person like this appear here?

“This person has companions, and there is a high probability that he is with that group of Vietnamese people.”

Hei Xiazi examined the corpse and then checked the backpack next to it, and came to a conclusion.

The body had gunshot wounds; a bullet was lodged in a bone crevice, which Black Bear removed with tweezers.

"Most of the weapons seized from Jude Kao were of this type." The blood-stained bullets were held up in front of everyone.

Hei Xiazi then kicked the empty bag next to him.

"Those people took all the supplies."

In their line of work, it's standard practice for colleagues to divide up the supplies found on the body after a fellow worker dies.

Judging from this person's clothes, could he be from Banna Village? Is there a traitor in the village?

"Wait a moment."

With a casual glance, Wu Xie seemed to have discovered something extraordinary hidden in the slightly open collar of the corpse.

He took a few steps forward and ripped open the corpse's collar.

The Qilin tattoo was clearly visible on his ashen skin.

"Hey, buddy, is this your relative?" Fatty Wang was a little confused.

The Vietnamese group included people from Ba Nai village, and one of them had a Qilin tattoo, suggesting he might be a member of the Zhang family?

To be honest, this is truly a family heirloom. They arrested a young man named Zhang a while ago, and now another old man has died.

Zhang Qiling frowned, and his two unusually long fingers gently touched the Qilin tattoo on the corpse.

"It's fake, it's not the Zhang family's method."

Although the tattoo is very similar to the one on his body, it is still easy to distinguish.

The tattoos of the Zhang family members are usually hidden and only become visible when exposed to high temperatures or after strenuous exercise.

The tattoo is predominantly cyan, with fluid and dynamic lines that conceal a hidden meaning.

The tattoos on the corpse were predominantly black, and although efforts were made to recreate them, some transitions still appeared somewhat awkward and lacked smoothness and naturalness.

"Panma?"

"He is Pan Ma!"

Wu Xie and Xie Yuchen both uttered the name at the same time.

The clothing, age, and tattoos all match, so there's a high probability that this person is Panma.

When they first arrived in Banna, Zhang Tata, the living map of Yangjiao Mountain, delivered himself to their door that very evening.

Zhang Tata, who was kidnapped by the drunken vines: Who delivered themselves to my door? Who delivered themselves to my door? I was just passing by, passing by, understand? ???

With such a useful tool in hand, they didn't go to visit this so-called Old Man Panma as originally planned.

Unexpectedly, they encountered each other under these circumstances, and the other party was already dead?

The question is, how did this Panma end up getting mixed up with these Vietnamese people?

Wu Xie gathered spiritual energy in his hands and rewarded Qian Duoduo with a full-body spa.

The expert at finding people, Qian Duoduo, comfortably shook his comb. "And, and, big rascal, Grandpa's here! Hehehehehe..."

The reward was intoxicating, well, it also intoxicated the snake. Qian Duoduo rolled around in Wu Xie's hand, then twisted its fat snake body and crawled deeper into the dark passage.

One person can be exchanged for one pet! Hurry, don't let those pets get away!

Now everyone's looking at Wu Xie even more strangely; this whole vibe is just too weird!!

Following Qian Duoduo's movements, the group walked for a long time before encountering two more corpses.

The fatal wounds on these two corpses were different from those on Panma; they looked as if they had been pierced through the chest by some rough object.

This group of people had clearly encountered something extremely dangerous, and the others didn't have time to divide the supplies, so they could only flee in panic.

Black Bear wandered around the neighborhood and returned with a palm-sized green stone in his hand.

“Miloto?” Fatty Wang took the green stone from Black Bear’s hand. They were all too familiar with the texture. Wasn’t this the Miluoto that they had almost wiped out?

They had almost wiped out this area before, but the guys from the next mountain finally arrived and started taking over their territory.

There's no time to lose, let's not let those people crush us.

Qian Duoduo climbed up quickly, shouting, "You little rascal, Grandpa's here!" The others quickened their pace to keep up.

They encountered several more bodies lying in the passageway, some killed instantly, others riddled with holes.

The green pebbles on the road were increasing, all left behind after Miluotuo was killed.

Finally, a cacophony of sounds came from the interconnected passageways, interspersed with unintelligible languages ​​and occasional shouts and cries of pain in Mandarin.

They moved even closer, their heads huddled together as they peered out from around a corner at a fork in the road, watching the crowd struggling in what was a fairly spacious area.

They probably had almost run out of firearms, and now those people were being besieged by Miluotuo with sticks, daggers and other weapons.

"Good heavens, there are even people fighting Miluotu with torches. If they're not the ones being hunted down, who will be?"

After Fatty Wang finished speaking, the several heads stacked together nodded in unison to indicate their agreement.

The firelight shone on this stack of heads. If someone were looking at this bunch of heads from a different angle right now, they would probably fall asleep immediately.

This is so damn good for helping you sleep...

Qian Duoduo circled around Wu Xie's feet, and the rooster's comb vibrated and made a sound.

"So many Sun thieves, so many Sun thieves..."

Wu Xie was engrossed in reading it, and upon hearing this, he gave a perfunctory reply.

"I know, I know, that's a lot. Qian Duoduo is great, Qian Duoduo is really Dad's good son."

We caught up with the person we were looking for, and they even brought along a bunch of walking points – all thanks to Qian Duoduo!