We must be inside the tomb, although it looks more like a well. When Wu Yu touched the stone, he turned ashore, took off his oxygen equipment and put it beside him. He stretched out his hand and pulled his long hair and twisted it, and the seawater dripped down.
"Hey! Be good! You black-haired guy looks at Fatty and I'm so scared. Little Yang, you don't know. I just saw that black-haired thing. That thing can kill people. It's all over if you catch it!" Fatty Wang took a flashlight and looked at it. When he saw Wu Yu's actions, he couldn't help but complain. He even patted his heart exaggeratedly: "Fat Master, I have a knife. Do you want to consider cutting off this long black hair?" ?”
Wuxie also glanced at the young man's long hair, couldn't help but nodded, and agreed. The black hair just now was so scary that his soul flew away, and the Chinese essence was held in his mouth and he couldn't come out.
"No!" Wu Yu was shocked when he heard this. His hair was in the way. He turned to look at Fatty Wang, narrowed his eyes slightly, and snorted coldly: "Whoever touches my hair, I will cut off."
"Oh, okay, then Fatty can only wrong himself." Fatty Wang changed his face quickly, just like Trump's change of face, "As long as you are happy."
"...What's your position?" Wu Xie couldn't help but ask. This damn fat man has no position at all.
"Fat Master has no position!"
This confidence left Aning speechless. She glanced at Wuyu but still said nothing.
Zhang Tuzi pointed his flashlight directly at the ground: "Look, there are footprints on the ground!"
Wu Yu turned his head and saw that the light illuminated small white footprints, about the size of two or three years old, disappearing into a large clay pot. He glanced at the row of bottles and jars, and at a glance they revealed that they were antiques. Rich: "Fat man, you've lost your temper."
Fatty Wang wanted to roar at Wu Yu, but he considered that this little melon boy was a raw melon egg, a novice tomb robber, and most importantly, this was the fat man's eldest nephew. He suppressed the anger that he wanted to roar: "...Fat Master, I know I'm crazy. Don't shout. Also, call me brother."
Wu Yu ignored him, took a flashlight and scanned the bottles, and selected the most valuable bottle based on his intuition: "Here, I'll pay you for this."
Fatty Wang put the bottle under his arm as if coaxing a child, and continued to point the gun directly at the big clay pot that seemed to contain rice dumplings: "Okay, I accept, our account will be written off. Come on, stand behind me."
Zhang Tuzi looked back at them when he heard this, and raised his hand to make a silent gesture.
Everyone calmed down, and Fatty Wang took the lead and advanced towards the pottery pot step by step.
Wuyu sat still and scanned everywhere with a powerful flashlight. The underground tomb was different from the one on the ground. It was full of ancient charm and gloom. After scanning around, he found only one door.
He glanced at Wuxie and asked Zhang Tuzi: "Are we here to rescue Uncle Wuxie?"
Zhang Baldzi nodded, his eyes scanning the bottles and jars, and he stood beside Wu Yu without moving as if the soles of his feet were taking root.
Wu Yu glanced at Wu Xie, who was looking at the baby's coffin, and didn't say anything demoralizing. If Uncle Wu Xie was alive, he would definitely have found a way to leave this ancient tomb. If he died, no matter how big the ancient tomb was, he might not be able to find the body. , I don’t know where he died, right?
The tomb is so big that no one can find it.
So Wu Yu planned to run away when he got the chance. He definitely couldn't wait for Zhang Qiling to drop his vest. Once he dropped his vest, he would probably be dealt with.
It is estimated that a severe beating is inevitable, and he will be sent back to the capital, and then Xiaohua will watch him hard, or the black blind man will directly guard him, the main thing is a "cage" of love.
"Ah! That vase can move!" Wu Yu said.
The big vase first fell to the ground with a clatter, then rolled toward the only intersection with a grunt, and then disappeared in front of several people with a purr.
Everyone looked at each other.
Wu Yu saw their hesitation and took the opportunity to suggest: "Bring something with you and chase!"
As he said that, he slung the oxygen bottle on one shoulder, put on his backpack, swung it, and ran towards that road!
"I'm going! Can you worry less, you little brat?! You're running so fast! Slow down!" Fatty Wang was stunned when he saw the wind-like figure. He glanced at the oxygen equipment on the ground and didn't want to take it, but saw that there was no Yu was running away with the bottle, so he picked up his oxygen equipment and backpack and chased after him!
When Fatty Wang was hesitating whether to get the oxygen equipment, Baldy Zhang shouted: "Oh, wait for me, old man!" and chased him out with his backpack.
Wuxie lowered his head and wanted to run away with the oxygen equipment, but...
The tomb was full of dangers, and he couldn't help but play with such a burdensome thing, so he weighed the importance and decisively put the oxygen equipment here. The bald man Zhang didn't bring it either.
The whole group of them instantly acted out that he was running away and they were chasing.
Wu Yu ran so fast that he caught up with the big vase in a few steps, and kicked the vase aside. He was running wildly, and he even turned off the flashlight in his hand.
"Crack——" The sound of the big vase breaking sounded in the corridor.
"squeak!"
There was an unknown sound coming from something, and it was also kicked in a parabola.
Wu Yu just watched helplessly as a white mass jumped out of the broken vase into the gap in the stone wall. Maybe he had to pay the price for missing his feet.
