After Fatty Wang and Wu Xie pulled the body up, they were about to put down the rope and let Zhang Qiling come up. However, Zhang Qiling picked up the bag next to him and stepped on the wall a few times before coming up.
Fatty Wang threw away the rope in his hand, walked up to him, pinched his face hard, "I jumped down without saying a word. What should I do if I'm in danger?"
Zhang Qiling rubbed his sore face and looked at them both with flattering eyes, "I told you that I can predict the future. I know better than you if there is any danger."
Fatty Wang rolled his eyes and said he didn't want to talk.
Zhang Qiling put down the bag in his hand and looked at Wu Xie, who was checking the body. Fatty Wang's eyes lit up when he saw the bag, "Is there any treasure?"
As he said that, Fatty Wang squatted down and started to dig through his backpack. After digging out a bunch of useless junk from his bag, he found a box with a tape inside, which he threw aside casually.
There was no treasure in the bag. Fatty Wang sat down on the ground and looked at Wu Xie, "Zhenzhen, didn't you say that even the corpse of Third Uncle would be taken home? How come you still keep this one?"
"Uncle San is true to his word. There is only one possibility for the body to be left here. This person was not dead when Uncle San left." Wu Xie explained.
"You mean that the third uncle left this person behind, and he was trapped and died here?" Fatty Wang looked confused, "That's not possible, your third uncle is not that kind of person."
"Either this matter has nothing to do with your third uncle, or it's another secret." Fatty Wang looked at the bag and the only remaining tape recorder inside.
"This man should have been dead for about thirty years." Wu Xie looked at the corpse and said.
"That's it," Fatty Wang looked at the tape recorder in his bag and said, "You guys, please don't have such evil thoughts. A word of greed in your heart will make your loved ones burst into tears."
"I think it's better to tell you two this." Wu Xie replied, thinking of the two Lei Gong statues still nearby, and rolled his eyes.
"This man has many wounds on his body. They look like scratches, but his wounds are extremely deep. I don't think they are man-made." Wu Xie said.
"I know." Zhang Qiling came over and faced him, "This is the one I told you about."
Wu Xie nodded and found two fish-skin knives from the mummy.
Fatty Wang also came over at this time and took a handful from his hand, "Thirty years ago, this was a good thing, necessary for repairing murals. Now, it's just a piece of junk."
Fatty Wang took out a copper plate from the corpse's clothes pocket with 044 written on it.
"Zero forty-four, zero forty-four again."
Wuxie took the copper piece from his hand, then looked at the body. Suddenly he thought of something and asked, "What else is in the fat man's bag?"
"Nothing, just break the recorder." Fatty Wang said nonchalantly.
Wu Xie walked over and took out the tape recorder. Seeing this, Zhang Qiling took back the tape that Fatty Wang had thrown aside and handed it to Wu Xie.
Wu Xie raised his head in astonishment and looked at him. Zhang Qiling looked at him with clear eyes.
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Zhang Qiling and Liu Sang continued walking in the tomb passage, when suddenly Zhang Qiling stopped and knocked on the wall a few times with his footsteps.
Liu Sang watched his movements and silently memorized them, then tapped a few tentatively on the wall, causing Zhang Qiling to look back at him.
Liu Sang felt a little embarrassed when he saw him looking at him, "There are six or seven different ways of knocking this kind of code, but the frequency is not regular. I can probably guess the meaning, but," he changed the subject and looked at Zhang Qi Ling,
"Using this kind of code requires living together for a long time. It seems that the three of you have a tacit understanding."
Seeing that Zhang Qiling didn't leave directly, thinking that he finally treated her differently, Liu Sang immediately said again, "I'm quite sensitive to sounds."
Unexpectedly, as soon as he said these words, Zhang Qiling left without looking back. However, looking at his back, Liu Sang was not discouraged. His eyes were determined to win, and he followed him, "Idol, wait a minute. I."
They came to the place where Fatty Wang and Zhang Qiling had found the Thunder God Statue. Liu Sang was suddenly attracted by the murals on the walls on both sides. The light of the flashlight shone on the murals. He stretched out his hand to touch it and looked at the mural carefully.
When Zhang Qiling discovered that Liu Sang had followed him, he turned back and found him sitting there, motionless with his eyes closed, apparently trapped in a hallucination.
Zhang Qiling walked up to him, put her hand on his neck, and used a little force to help him come out of the illusion.
Liu Sang's expression suddenly turned frightened. He shouted no several times in succession, and then opened his eyes suddenly.
After he woke up, Zhang Qiling put down his hand.
Liu Sang looked at him, with cold sweat on his forehead. He swallowed, "Idol, what's wrong with me?"
"You've just been hallucinating."
"Hallucination?" Liu Sang thought of the mural and wanted to turn around, but Zhang Qiling stopped him.
"There is something wrong with the murals here. Don't touch anything. Come with me first." After saying this, Zhang Qiling left without waiting for his reaction.
On the beach, a group of people were looking for the Nanhaiwang Underground Palace.
In the tent, Erjing looked at Wu Erbai and said, "Second Master, you rushed back as soon as you dug up. There is nothing you can do."
Hearing what he said, before Wu Erbai could say anything, Li Cu on the side became anxious, "What should we do? Zhang Qiling and the others are still down there. It's so dangerous down there. What if something happens? Think about it quickly." There’s a way.”
Hearing this, Erjing glanced at him speechlessly and said nothing. Wu Erbai still looked at the computer in front of him and said nothing.
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Nanhaiwang Underground Palace
Wu Xie was repairing the tape recorder in his hand. Fatty Wang had already set up a pot and started cooking instant noodles. Zhang Qiling squatted next to him obediently, looking longingly into the pot.
Fatty Wang smiled when he saw how drooling he looked, "You must be hungry, Fatty. I'll serve you a bowl right now."
"Yeah," Zhang Qiling nodded.
After serving all the rice, Fatty Wang took a mouthful of noodles, looked at Wu Xie, who was still carrying a tape recorder, and said, "Zhenzhen, you don't want to eat, and I don't know if I have anything to eat. You've been talking about it for so long. It's about time he showed up, this is a bit strange."
"What's so strange?" Zhang Qiling murmured, "With Liu Sang here, it's strange that he can find us."
"Sangbei'er can't stop little brother, can he?" Fatty Wang thought about Liu Sang's small body, "He's like that, I can crush him to death with one finger. I haven't found him for so long, is it?" Didn't something happen?"
Zhang Qiling shook his head, "Then I can only say that you don't understand Liu Sang. He doesn't need to blatantly stop me. He only needs to guide me to the other side after hearing where we are."
"That's right." Fatty Wang nodded with sudden realization, "That deadbeater is quite wicked. When I see him, Fatty, I must let him know what dangers are in the world."
"Fat Master, a gentleman talks but doesn't use his hands. Let's take it easy." Thinking of Liu Sang's small body, Zhang Qiling decided to help stop him when he was beaten, uh... but not much.
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What should I say, although there is no need to press the score anymore, you don’t have to rush to change the score back. The crisis has not been resolved yet. If you change it back, you may have to press it again in the future, so don’t change it yet~ (,,• ́ . •̀,,)
