His innocent eyes flickered, "This person is really Chen Wenjin."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fatty Wang continued: "Your third uncle's concubine."
Upon hearing this, Wuxie looked back at him speechlessly, "What kind of concubine? Can you stop talking nonsense." After saying this, Wuxie looked at the recorder again, "Chen Wenjin is a student of ancient languages, and my third uncle turned out to be colleague's."
The voice in the tape recorder continued, and it was still Yang Daguang's voice.
"At 22:50 on April 2nd, the Nanhaiwang Underground Palace Archeology will be conducted. This is the sixth recording of thunder."
"We are about to face the biggest thunderstorm in the past few days, so everyone should be prepared."
After Yang Daguang finished saying this in the tape recorder, Zhang Qiling, who was sitting next to him, became serious. He glanced at the mummy behind him and then at Wu Xie, and couldn't help but sigh at Wu Xie's damn evil sect. Physique, wherever you go, you will pick up your corpse.
Wu Xie, who was completely unaware of Zhang Qiling's thoughts, was still staring at the recorder intently, for fear that he would miss any useful clues.
The thunder in the tape recorder stopped and was replaced by a familiar male voice, "Don't listen to thunder, don't listen to thunder, listening to thunder will kill you." After the man finished saying this, Wuxie pressed the pause button.
Wu Xie raised his head in surprise and glanced at the two people next to him, "Why does this voice sound so familiar?" Something flashed through his mind. He and Fatty Wang pointed at the recorder at the same time.
"Mother Xuehai."
"Yes." Fatty Wang nodded, "Why is he here? Listen again, hurry up." Fatty Wang urged him to continue playing.
Wuxie heard his request and obeyed it obediently.
The tape recorder continued to play, "Muxuehai, why are you crazy? Get down here." Wu Sansheng's voice came with a scolding tone.
"It's Third Uncle." Wuxie said excitedly.
Fatty Wang stood up after hearing the words, "Look, the situation is like this now. We are definitely in the right place now. Your third uncle's archaeological team has indeed heard thunder in this underground palace garbage, and they also tried to translate , what we know now is this mother snow sea..."
While Fatty Wang was talking, Zhang Qiling stared at the mummy on the ground. He watched the mummy slowly get up, while the two people on the side did not notice the condition of the mummy at all.
The mummy stood up straight. Its eyeballs had long been gone and only the two dark holes were left. It looked at Zhang Qiling. The mummy tilted its head, as if it was wondering or greeting him.
Zhang Qiling closed his eyes and said that he couldn't see. Who can accept that a dry corpse with only skin left on it will tilt its head to kill you? Zhang Qiling coughed and attracted both of their attention. Attracted.
Fatty Wang and Wuxie looked at him with worries in their eyes. Fatty Wang walked directly to him and put his hand on Zhang Qiling's forehead, "What's wrong? Why did you suddenly cough? Do you have a fever?"
Zhang Qiling was silent for a while after hearing Fatty Wang's voice, then glanced past the two of them, placed his gaze behind Fatty Wang, and pursed his lips at the mummy.
Fatty Wang and Wuxie instantly understood what he meant, turned their heads sharply, and looked at the mummy who was still tilting his head to kill.
Wuxie: "..."
Fatty Wang: "..."
Their eyes met, and the atmosphere became strangely silent for a moment.
Zhang Qiling looked at the two corpses looking at each other affectionately, and decided to break this bloody love triangle. He took out his big white dog-leg knife from Wuxie's waist, and ran over first when the corpse rushed towards them. The knife struck the mummy in the chest.
The mummy was chopped down to the ground all of a sudden. When Zhang Qiling saw it fall, he kicked it away. This series of movements were smooth and smooth, and he put away his usual ungrateful look. Fatty Wang suddenly felt He Wuxie felt that the person in front of him was Zhang Qiling, who had experienced many lives and deaths with them.
Fatty Wang couldn't help but sigh, "They are indeed half-brothers, they look exactly the same."
The mummy that had been kicked a few meters away got up again and wanted to attack them again. Zhang Qiling glanced at the two golden Thunder God statues on the ground, hesitated for a second, and then picked up what Fatty Wang was carrying. That one hit the mummy on the head.
The Thunder God statue hit the mummy on the head so hard that its skull was crushed to pieces, and the mummy lay motionless on the ground.
Fatty Wang looked at the Thunder God statue next to the mummy with distress, "Why did the corpse suddenly transform?"
Wuxie noticed something was wrong, "There seems to be something in the corpse."
Zhang Qiling snapped his fingers and said, "Bingo, you're right."
Zhang Qiling walked up to Wu Xie with teasing eyes, "Tell me, what reward do you want?"
Looking at Zhang Qiling like this, Wuxie pretended to think seriously, but after thinking hard for a long time, he finally looked at Zhang Qiling with an annoyed look on his face, "I can't think of it for the moment, can I get it later?"
Zhang Qiling looked at Wuxie, knowing that he was just playing with her, and nodded, "Okay, anytime."
While the two were talking, a human hand crawled out of the mummy's body, and Zhang Qiling took Wuxie and Fatty Wang back a step.
Renshoubei had no intention of paying attention to them, and quickly ran away under the gazes of the three people.
"The mute emperor's second magic weapon, is this legend true?" Fatty Wang asked in surprise.
The innocent eyes looked at the mummy again and said: "This mummy should be parasitized by this kind of shellfish, so it moves. The corpse transformation is simply a feudal superstition. The ancients did not understand it, so they mistakenly thought it was evil Dead."
Hearing this, Zhang Qiling looked at Wuxie with strange eyes, as if asking, are you sure?
Zhang Qiling's eyes made her feel guilty for a while. Wuxie was about to open her mouth to make amends, but her face turned pale, she bent down and coughed violently.
"Are you okay?" Seeing him like this, Fatty Wang immediately stepped forward to help him.
Wuxie waved his hand to indicate that he was fine. After he stopped coughing, he walked to the mummy and carefully took off the clothes on the mummy's chest. A mark that no one could scratch suddenly appeared in front of him.
Fatty Wang didn't know when he picked up his Thunder God statue. Before he was happy for a while, the originally good Thunder God statue fell apart. Part of it was still in his arms, and the other part fell to the ground. It let out a burst of noise. sound.
Fatty Wang's originally smiling face suddenly fell down. With deep sadness, he raised his head, with tears in his eyes and shouted hoarsely, "NO!"
Seeing Fatty Wang so sad, Zhang Qiling looked away with a guilty conscience. He didn't mean it, really, he swore.
Wuxie, who was still next to the mummy, just looked back and then withdrew his gaze. He shook his head and raised the corners of his mouth, forming a nice arc.
Zhang Qiling on the other side was still looking for traces of the three of them. Liu Sang was walking behind him, still asking questions endlessly.
