110 Treasure Notes, I'm the Third Uncle (20)

"I said you, it's so uninteresting, you don't even call me for such a fun thing!" Poor Wang Fat Man's body was fat, and he chased all the way, but fortunately, although the fat man was fat, his movements were still very agile, and he caught up before they entered the cave.

"Fatty, why are you here?" The little white rabbit Wu Xie asked.

"I said you, why don't you call me if you want to come to protect the treasure, or are you not brothers?" Wang Fatzi is Wang Fatman, although the small wooden bridge is shaky, he still arrived here quickly and safely.

"You guys are everywhere." Wu Sanxing suddenly came to say this.

"Hey! I said that the third uncle is still the third aunt, what do you mean? This tomb belongs to your family, and the fat man is not allowed to visit it? "The fat man is not happy, and the big guy is used to it. The third uncle and the fat man like to talk a few words, but the third uncle is not a person who cares about this kind of thing, presumably he is still unhappy because the fat man almost smashed his chest last time.

"Okay, since we're all here, let's go in together. Everyone should be careful, after all, it is not clear what is going on inside. ”

Everyone nodded, turned on the flashlight, and entered the White Dragon Palace one after another.

They had successfully entered the first chamber, descended the stone staircase, and had barely taken two steps when a strange noise came from the cave, and the flashlights they held in their hands burst one by one, and the heavens and the earth were darkened.

Soon there was a scream from the cave, and the danger came so quickly that all peace was erased in an instant.

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Three months later.

In the darkness, the sounds of panic, despair, and cries for help filled the entire dream, and Wu Sanxing woke up sweating.

The hard and smooth back is covered with a layer of fine sweat, and the handsome and angular face is full of exhaustion and palpitations.

It's been three months since he came back from the White Dragon Palace, but in the past three months, he still can't forget what happened there. Maybe for the rest of his life. He couldn't shake off that terrible nightmare.

Back then, when the old lady went to the Xisha Submarine Tomb, did he encounter the same terrible thing, so that Lao Jiumen was greatly damaged after that operation. There are also some families that have since collapsed.

Wu Sanxing originally thought that with his own experience, there would be no such thing again. Even if you encounter any situation, you can bounce back, and now that you think about it, there is no one who really can never be defeated. It's just because you haven't experienced the most painful thing yet. The strangeness and mystery of the underground tombs have attracted many tomb robbers to those deep and treacherous places again and again. The only thing that can extinguish the frenzy of exploration is despair and fear.

Putting on his clothes and coming to the study, Wu Sanxing tried to restore the experience of the White Dragon Palace, but it didn't work, and he only failed again and again.

He knew that if he couldn't get out of failure, he wouldn't dare to go into the tomb again in this life.

The next day I drove to the city center. I bought a basket of fresh fruits and went to the hospital to see Panzi. On that trip, Panzi broke a leg, and even in that case, he dragged his bloody leg and held on to his hand to keep him from falling into the cliff of hell.

"Third master, why are you here again today?" Panzi asked, leaning against the bed. Although his leg was useless, after three months of treatment, the doctor said that he could be fitted with a prosthetic. Actively doing rehabilitation, and before long, he will be able to walk again.

It's just that in this life, I'm afraid that I will never be able to follow the third master to the tomb again.

"What a panzi. I'm not welcome here. ”

Wu Sansheng put the fruit on the head of the bed and raised his hand in a gesture to teach Pan Zi a lesson, and Pan Zi surrendered apologetically.

"How come, Third Master, I'm very happy that you can come to see me."

"It's been a lot of time. I went to the hospital to have a look. After a while, I started to get busy, but I couldn't come, so you didn't have a place to go. ”

"Third master, I was wrong." Pan Zi smiled innocently.

"How are you recovering these days?"

"It's much better, in a few months, I'll be able to move around freely."

"Okay." Wu Sanxing's hand clasped Pan Zi's shoulder heavily, there was a kind of brotherhood, there was no need to speak, but the other party could feel it.

In the warmth, Wu Sanxing walked out of the hospital and sat on a bench on the side of the street, watching the crowd of people coming and going.

When he came back from the White Dragon Palace, he didn't like to be alone. He loved to see the children's cheerful smiling faces and childish words, and to hand out candy to delight them as they surrounded him, and then watched them hop and jump away.

When looking at them, Wu Sanxing often thought of Wu Xie, his eldest nephew.

When Wu Xie was young, he liked to hold a bright little face, showing a few white teeth in front of him, dragging his arm, and the third uncle and the third uncle shouted.

Before going to the tomb, he was used to spoiling his third uncle, as he had done hundreds of times before, and he really let him go, so he took him to the tomb.

He did something wrong, he shouldn't have taken Wu Xie down.

Recalling Wu Xie's exclamation of falling off the hell cliff and finally echoing in his eardrums and carrying the flames of hell, Wu Sanxing covered his eyes.

For three months, he couldn't forget that voice.

High didn't know what he saw in the tomb, and he was stupid, and was taken back to Germany by a man who claimed to be his brother.

And Wang Fatzi, who will never joke anymore, guards his antique shop. Two days ago, a bottle worth 100,000 yuan, he was fooled into giving 300,000 yuan.

And little brother, little brother, Wu Sansheng actually didn't remember this person.

The little brother was the only one of them who survived, suffering only a few skin injuries. In the endless flames of the White Dragon Palace, the unicorn pattern on his body was in full bloom, and the little brother at that time was like a silent young man who walked out of the cliff in the wind and dust.

At the moment when he lost his eyesight and was knocked off the cliff of hell, Pan Zi didn't hold him anymore, and rowed down the cliff with him. Just when they thought that this time they were dead, the little brother who was fighting in the field flew over. Hook your feet to the edge of the cliff and hold Panzi's legs with your hands.

With a loud shout, he threw the two of them up.

He didn't know where the little brother got so much power to do something that was impossible for everyone at that time.

Coming out of the White Dragon Palace, the little brother left.

Everyone is full of holes, and what remains in Wu Sanxing's memory is his cold and lonely back, as well as the yellow sand rolled up in the distance.

In the days when he just came back from the White Dragon Palace, Wu Sanxing would think of his little brother from time to time and think of what he said to him.

He loses his memories every once in a while, and over the years, he has been walking through the tombs in search of his forgotten memories.

Wu Sanxing was wondering if the memories that belonged to them had been forgotten by the little brother.

………… (To be continued.) )