Jiang Xuejuan grinned, what am I, I can't say it!

The fat man smiled when he saw her, that was terrible, when Jiang Xuejuan laughed like this before, it was all about to eat bad luck! He is just a tomb robber, Jiang Xuejuan has practiced sanda since she was a child, how can this be compared!

He had an idea, and suddenly thought of a good way to shirk responsibility. It was Mu Xichen who let me go, not me, what do you complain about, you go to him!

When it came to Mu Xichen, Jiang Xuejuan turned her head to look at the dust. When she saw two people unconscious underground, her eyebrows couldn't help but bend down slightly, they, what's wrong?

Jiang Xuejuan's expression changed suddenly, looking at the dusty face covered with scars, she actually had the urge to cry.

Hurriedly stepped forward, squatted in front of him, stretched out his hand, brushed away his messy hair, and there were still blood stains on his forehead.

I've been sending someone to inquire about your news, and I heard two days ago that you were in He Sanye's restaurant. I finally arrived at the restaurant, but I got the news that you had already gone to the grave.

Do you know how worried I am? How could you do such a dangerous thing without taking me with you? Look at what he's become now, this, he'll be fine! Jiang Xuejuan stroked Chenzi's face distressedly, her eyes flickering.

What the hell is going on down there?

The fat man looked at Jiang Xuejuan's long-winded appearance at the moment, and was a little irritable, and pulled her up from the ground.

Alright, you can help me find a place to settle them. The fat man looked away, and indeed no one wanted to recount those horrible experiences, and some things might be better rotten in the stomach.

I caught a glimpse of the hard blood vessels on the carved wood's hands, which was very similar to the appearance of Wenjie when he became a zongzi. The fat man was very worried about whether he would become like that.

Looking at Jiang Xuejuan, who was stunned, He Fatzi urged again: Let's go, let's go, we will rely on you, the eldest lady, to save our lives now!

After speaking, he squatted in front of Mu Xichen and swallowed a breath, so he couldn't carry him on his back, as for the carved wood, it was not so good, the fat man didn't have so much strength, and he couldn't carry two people, so he had to drag the carved wood away.

Jiang Xuejuan looked at the face that had been twisting, and hurriedly slapped away the fat man's hand dragging the carved wood.

Why are you like this! Others are still hurting, but you drag them to the ground!

The fat man twisted a face, and he was about to become a bitter gourd face in wrong. Ouch, my eldest lady is really wronged! You see that I am a fat man and I don't exercise, how can I have so much strength to carry two people on my back!

Jiang Xuejuan touched her chin and looked at the unconscious two with embarrassment.

By the way, what are you looking for the third master? She cast a puzzled look at the fat man, these two young men can still have something to do with the third master?

Now, Jiang Xuejuan is very interested. She wanted to see what these two boys were capable of going to the tomb with such a famous archaeological team.

The fat man raised his eyebrows, and raised his head in a blink of an eye, you don't know, I and the third master are small, and we have known each other since childhood.

Jiang Xuejuan snorted coldly, just you?

The fat man was in a hurry, and hurriedly patted his chest, and the fat was thrown regularly with the movements. Huh! You can't say that, do you, my fat man look like a braggart?

Jiang Xuejuan sneered, stretched out her hand and pointed out that she inadvertently flicked the fat man's brain, if you don't brag, then it's not you.

The fat man covered his head in pain, pouted, cut, you don't believe me.

She covered her mouth and smiled, and her hair danced with the movements. Whisper, the devil will believe your words.

As she spoke, she suddenly had a small key on her fingertips, come with me, and I will take you to a good place. Her eyebrows were raised, and the afternoon breeze swept through her hair, which was very pure.

Carved wood was dragged to the ground, frowning in discomfort.

In a single-family bungalow.

I'll go, you're too rich! The fat man looked around, eager to see all the treasures in it.

Somewhere at the foot of Lishan Mountain, Jiang Xuejuan's parents once bought a house here, which of course is her world.

Jiang Xuejuan turned the door key, walked into the room with steps, turned around, and pointed to all the things she listed: How about it, these things are not bad!

The fat man stretched out his hand and lightly touched the ancient ceramic piece, the professional one is different, and you can feel the texture and age of this piece by touching it.

He swallowed, good things are indeed good things!

Now we report a news noon news, at about 5:10 a.m., tourists who went up the mountain to pick green found an unknown large hole, the depth of which is unfathomable. Now let's take a look at the live report.

Tourist: I went out with my friends early this morning and found that there was a big hole here, and there seemed to be people around it, and there were traces of that dragging.

Reporter: What was the situation when you found this cave at that time?

Tourist: Then a couple of our brave buddies went in and had a look, and then we realized that it was too deep, so we didn't go in.

Reporter: As far as we know, this hole is supposed to be a robbery hole leading to the mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang, and we will send personnel to continue the investigation

Kemu rubbed his eyes and sat up from the sofa, his hands so numb that he couldn't move a minute, and he struggled to brace himself and half-lie there, watching the TV report motionless.

Suddenly, he suddenly looked at his hand, his brows suddenly furrowed, and he stroked it little by little along the stretched veins, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, tighter and tighter, tighter and tighter.

He glanced at the picture on the TV, he didn't care about those things related to him, just silently looked at his hands, he couldn't help but have a headache, and patted his head.

I'm not, should I be in a grave?

Suddenly some complicated pictures were intertwined in his mind, and the whole thing was all recalled by him. I remember that I was devoured, but how can I be here now? Where is this?

I thought about getting up and leaving quickly, but I found another person lying next to me.

Looking at Mu Xichen, whose face was pale and pale, Kemu stretched out his hand and gently pushed him, Hey.

But the dust was motionless, lying on the sofa.

Kemu turned his head and thought about it, what happened? He clearly remembered that he was trapped at the bottom of the tomb, how could it be

He suddenly thought of something, brushed away the broken hair in front of Chenzi's forehead, stretched out his hand, and drew a circle between his eyebrows.

When he looked closely, he found that a black mist was shrouded in the center of Chenzi's eyebrows, like a hand, grasping his nerves.

He was so shocked that he suddenly sat up from the sofa, ignoring the corpse poison on his body, and turned his hand to pinch Chenzi's wrist.

Jian Zhi hurriedly made a few gestures, silently reciting half a mantra in his heart, and before he finished doing it manually, there was a sound of knocking footsteps.

He lowered his hand and saw a girl walk in, carrying two cups of tea in her hand, and when she found that the carved wood had woken up, she hurried over and put the two cups of tea on the table. Huan Xi said: You have finally woken up, drink water!

Seeing that the man didn't move, she smiled awkwardly and hurriedly picked up a cup of tea and sent it over.

Kemu stared at the cup of tea for a long time, as if he was afraid that it would be poisoned, but he hesitated to stuff Xue Juan with the tea in his palm.

Urging, drink quickly, drink quickly, otherwise the tea will be cold, it will not be good.

Looking at Jiang Xuejuan's every move, Kemu pursed his lips, drank the tea hesitantly, and looked at her blankly.

Looking at Kemu Nene's expression, Jiang Xuejuan smiled and covered her stomach and closed her mouth.

Her eyebrows and eyes are crooked, and the corners of her lips are hooked, hey, nerd, what are you looking at!

But I was about to speak, but another person rushed out of the house, with a round figure and cute movements, I didn't have to guess, I knew it was a fat man.

Kemu pursed his lips and smiled, and stopped talking.

The fat man trotted all the way to Jiang Xuejuan's side, and hurriedly pulled away her hand on the carved wood.

My little ancestor, why are you touching him? The fat man scolded, anyway, he wasn't too willing to touch this man.

Jiang Xuejuan raised a face, pulled her hand back, and said arrogantly: What, isn't it just putting your hand on your body? Could he still kill me?

Kemu was expressionless, and the two who looked at the bickering closed their eyes in disgust. These two people are really arguing, what does he think in his heart.

The fat man pulled Jiang Xuejuan and whispered a warning in his ear: Don't underestimate the identity of this person, I don't know what kind of ghost he is, anyway, the origin is unknown, it must be a big ghost, if you are taken by him one day, it will not be cured. As he spoke, he stared at the carved wood vigilantly.

Jiang Xuejuan threw him a disgusted look, you don't have any nerves in the daytime!

The sound of the TV and the noise were mixed together, and the carving wood opened his eyes uncomfortably, and waved his hands lazily at them, as if he regarded himself as the owner of the promotion.

I said you have to quarrel somewhere else, I have a headache! He just wanted to get these two people out as soon as possible, so that he could treat himself in peace. Maybe it will kill him every minute at this time, and it's hard to say!

Jiang Xuejuan glared at the fat man fiercely, not wanting to quarrel with him anymore. Come on, Miss Ben is big-hearted and won't quarrel with you.

Carved wood, are you alright, do you want me to call a doctor for you to take a look? As she spoke, she was about to take out her mobile phone to make a call.

But he was pressed by the carved wood, and he frowned and shook his head, his expression quite serious.

Don't fight, I can handle it myself.

He Fatzi touched his head, and said a little down: He? Hmph, it's amazing, what do you care about him?

Dead fatty, you don't talk about it, you're going to die! Jiang Xuejuan stretched out and patted the fat man's head and warned him to shut up quickly. Turning his face and smiling at Kemu: This dead fat man, just this temper, don't mind.

The warm fluorescent lamps sprinkled on everyone's faces, and now everyone was asleep, and there was a real worry about the dust.

Jiang Xuejuan sat down beside Chenzi, with a sad look on her face. Nerds! Mu Xichen, he's fine!

Kemu's reaction was a little sluggish, and he squeezed his hand, thinking to himself that there was still half of the mantra just now, and he didn't know if something would happen.

If so, it would be nice if the master was there, I could help him. What a pity!

Kemu's face sank, looking at the dusty dust between his eyebrows, and sighed secretly in his heart.

If this kid had a big life, he would have survived! I'm afraid, I'm afraid, his life is not so hard.

There are so many demons and monsters in that tomb, how can it be okay! The fat man looked at Kemu blamefully, if it weren't for this guy Lao Mu wouldn't have left, he would have turned around to find him, and he wouldn't have been unconscious.

Demons? Jiang Xuejuan frowned suspiciously, she really knew about the split-lip girl, and naturally she still believed in some superstitious things.

She put her hand on the fat man's shoulder with great interest, come, first tell my sister what happened to you in my absence for the past few days?