In the blink of an eye, the loud sound of firecrackers became much quieter.
Squeak, squeak...
All of a sudden, the monkeys in the warehouse became clearly audible.
Many people also screamed in pain!
I gently turned my head to look at the warehouse, but Qin Laoer ordered others to form a human wall to block my view.
Slowly, my eyes moved back to Qin Laoer and locked his eyes: "Qin Laoer, are you in the warehouse?"
"Catch the snake! Catch the snake!"
Qin Laoer was strong and calm, licking Lao Bilian and said with a smile: "Master Gangtong, the firecrackers you set off scared my people, and they let the snake run away?"
I looked stern: "Have you dug the Tomb of the Corpse King?"
Qin Laoer's eyes were dull, and he shouted after a while: "King of Corpses...Tomb...Master Tong, you..."
"In the year of the Three Gorges Archeology, a wet corpse tomb was built in the ghost town, and a corpse king emerged. There was a bungara snake guarding it. It is said that this bungara snake has a magical ability, that is, it can hear sounds and can also Squeaking like a monkey."
When these words came out, many people in the old mean camp nearby laughed out loud.
The corners of Qin Laoer's mouth and eyes kept twitching, showing an embarrassing and ugly smile, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Coupled with the trembling body bones, he is comparable to a clown.
Suddenly, I stood up: "You haven't caught the snake for so long? How about I go and help?"
At this time, Qin Laoer was even more panicked, his mouth was trembling and his words were incoherent.
As soon as my eyes narrowed, I had to lift my feet!
In the dusk, Mr. Qin pulled out a unique dagger from his hand and shouted in a deep voice: "Master Tong, you are not allowed to go. That is our warehouse. The rules of the competition stipulate that no one is allowed to peek into any warehouse."
"You dare to go in, don't blame me for being rude to you!"
Just this time, I beat Qin Laoer until his original shape was revealed.
Qin Laoer showed his sword to me, which only meant one thing.
He is afraid!
Qin Laoer should indeed be afraid.
Once I go in and catch the ghost monkey that Guo Haiqiang raised, Long Yao will definitely get out of here!
I want Long Yao to live worse than death!
Snapped!
Bang bang!
The last three firecrackers exploded in the air, the mouth of Phoenix became dead silent, and only the lingering sound echoed in Bailuyuan.
At this time, the creaking sound in the room was finally lost in the noise of Long Yao's disciples.
As the two night watchmen left the warehouse, Qin Laoer's spring that was about to break was finally relieved, and his harmless and flattering smile returned to his face.
"Thank you Mr. Tong for your concern, we have solved it."
"The weather is cold, so I asked someone to boil water and treat Mr. Tong to drink tea to keep away the cold."
"No!"
I responded loudly: "This is warmer than your tea."
He reached behind his butt with his left hand, and a gas mask caught the eyes of everyone present.
Under everyone's surprised and suspicious eyes, I calmly put the gas mask on my head.
"Second Qin."
"Master Tong, please give your orders."
"Test you a question!"
As soon as he heard this, Qin Laoer started to fidget and stammered: "Master Tong..."
"Under what circumstances should we wear a gas mask during archaeological research?"
Qin Laoer's eyes were dazed, and he thought for a long time before tentatively responding to me: "Mercury environment, toxic environment..."
"bingo!"
"I'll be leaving later. You can catch a big goose and eat it. I'll reward you. When you go down the mountain tomorrow, remember to give me the goose feathers."
Qin Laoer couldn't help but laugh and cry, and he was confused and confused. The old green lotus was shaking uncontrollably.
Suddenly, I spoke again: "Second question."
"What are archaeologists most afraid of encountering?"
Qin Laoer was startled by my question again. He thought about it and wanted to respond but stopped abruptly when my words came to his lips.
"It should be me... wax corpse, blood corpse..."
I shouted coldly: "It's an egg!"
"***!"
After swearing the word ***, I did not hesitate to slap my head hard and lock the gas mask!
When the word "egg" came out, Qin Laoer blinked, suddenly shuddered, and his eye sockets bulged directly. ..
With a swish, Qin Laoer immediately turned around and rushed towards the warehouse, letting out a tragic end-of-the-world roar: "Don't touch the eggs!"
"Everyone come out!"
"Get the fuck out—"
"quick……"
I couldn't pronounce the running character behind it.
Cracking...
Several crisp sounds exploded from the warehouse tent!
The moment the explosion sounded, Qin Laoer happened to open the tent and stepped into the warehouse with one foot.
In an instant, Qin Laoer was stuck in place as if he had been hit by a immobilization spell.
In the blink of an eye, Qin Laoer raised his hand to cover his nose, turned around and ran away.
At this moment, under the light, Qin Laoer's face was already dark!
One step, two steps, three steps...
As soon as he took the third step, Qin Laoer knelt down and vomited as loudly as the river was pouring down...
While vomiting, Qin Laoer crawled on the ground...
While climbing, he waved his hands with difficulty, typing out the code sign language for the two most dangerous holes.
Two holes represent the highest crisis!
As long as two or two holes are made, that's one command!
all staff!
retreat!
Desperate retreat!
After uttering the sign language of Liang Liang Dong, Qin Laoer lost his strength and fell to the ground, his mouth stuck in the goose dung under a big goose nest.
The goose droppings were as big as a fist and very fresh.
However, Qin Laoer didn't care. He inserted his index and middle fingers into his mouth like scissors and kept inducing vomiting.
One bite after another, until he vomited out bile, the scissor hands continued to dig at his throat frantically.
At the end of the day, Qin Laoer had nothing to vomit. His whole body was curled up like a mother and a baby. His body bones were spasming and he was retching.
His hands and feet were shaking like an electric shock, with no pattern or rhythm, like a dead dog fished out of a biting glacier.
In just a few minutes, Qin Laoer's dark face turned into the worst possible white!
Between the eyebrows, there is a crack as thick as a steel wire.
