Zhang Zhongliang walked in the front, and his steps were very fast, as if he knew that the humanoid Tai Sui was in the second room, and he was afraid that we would take the lead, and even made me wonder if he was touching Captain Jin, and in order to find the humanoid Tai Sui, even his vigilance disappeared. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

As a captain of the Touching Gold, it is an extremely dangerous thing to lose vigilance in the tomb.

There is a secondary room on the left and right sides of the hall, at this time Zhang Zhongliang walked to the door and stood still, only looking in, not daring to take another step forward, his figure was stiff, I have never seen a captain who touched gold have this kind of reaction, as if he had really seen a ghost this time, and the previous ones were just appetizers.

Zhang Botong was really shocked when he saw Zhang Zhongliang's figure, and immediately asked, "What's wrong?" What's inside? ”

"Nothing!" Zhang Zhongliang said in a daze.

Of course we don't believe it, if there is nothing in the second room, it will not make Zhang Zhongliang stop, the temptation of the humanoid Tai Sui is too great for him, this side hall, except for the main room, only the second room has not been searched, maybe Tai Sui is inside.

"It's nothing, so how did it scare you like this?" As we spoke, we quickened our pace and reached behind Zhang Zhongliang to talk to him.

The door of the second room is not very wide, and Zhang Zhongliang is standing in the center of the door, and if we want to look into the second room, we must stick our heads out from his side and enter.

No one believed Zhang Zhongliang's words, but they were all certain that even if there was danger, it would not come suddenly, otherwise Zhang Zhongliang would not be so stupid and would stand still in the door.

Zhang Botong and I squeezed in from Zhang Zhongliang's side, and then two flashlights shot into the second room.

All the flashlight beams shone was dust, and all that was there was the four walls, and even the ceiling was bare, and there was nothing.

"There's really nothing, how is that possible?" I frowned and muttered.

We've seen the palace rooms before, and every time there are Ming utensils or traps waiting for us, but this time, it's actually empty, which doesn't seem very reasonable.

"Look carefully!" Zhang Zhongliang stared at the ground in Jima expressionlessly, and then said to me bluntly.

I hit the flashlight on the ground, but this time I looked more closely and couldn't help but be surprised.

"What did I do before?" Since Zhang Zhongliang was frightened by the sight, he should have known what had been here, so he asked him.

The ground I saw, in the thick dust, were all messy marks, and there were obvious footprints in them, and more importantly, these marks were fresh, as if they had just been imprinted on the thick dust.

"Look at their footprints, what's the difference with us?" Zhang Zhongliang asked me without saying anything.

I looked at the footprints on the thick dust again, and the footprints were stepped on barefoot, which was really shocking, so I thought for a moment and said, "If you step on it barefoot, are all the people who have come to the inverted bucket barefoot?" ”

"You are stupid, think about it, how could you come to the tomb barefoot, and this tomb is not an ordinary tomb, there is mercury everywhere, traps everywhere, come in barefoot, not to seek death!" Zhang Botong stared at me with a frown and scolded.

I thought about it, and suddenly remembered something, and in order to confirm, I shone the flashlight on a footprint again, and this time I confirmed what it was, and I couldn't help but feel a chill in my back, and a cool wind blew.

There is a clear difference between the footprints and the footprints that we step on with our bare feet, the dust on the ground is accumulated little by little over the years, very fine and soft, so stepping on one foot, like stepping on a soft mold, can completely replicate the appearance of a foot, the information reflected on the footprints, that foot is without flesh, or so thin that only bones remain.

"Oh - it's an oily rice dumpling!" Only then can I be sure and name the thing that has appeared in the second room.

"Ahh

A group of people behind me couldn't help but scream when they heard the oil dumplings, and they couldn't help but think of Ah Ming, who was turned into a blood dumpling by the fat on the oil dumplings.

"Don't shout, there are no oil dumplings, it's already gone!" Zhang Botong turned his head to stop the yelling people behind him.

The shouting behind us was finally stopped, and instead of entering the second room, we stood at the door and flashed a flashlight inside, which I roughly estimated was mainly judged by footprints. There were no less than twenty or thirty zongzi that appeared in the second room.

"Let's go inside!" Zhang Botong proposed.

I thought about it, anyway, I had already arrived at the door, if I didn't go in to take a look, would it be disrespectful to the owner who used to be here, so I responded: "Take a look." ”

Stepping on the thick dust, like stepping on the carpet, is very soft, and every time you step on it, it will kick up some dust, and the dust will drift around, accompanied by the smell of decay, trying to get into our mouths and noses, but fortunately we are all wearing masks, so that these things have no chance.

The imprints on the ground are mainly footprints, and several of us who have been to the right side hall know very well that the oil dumplings are hanging upside down on the ceiling, and when they come down, their bodies rotate in the air, and they land on the ground, and their feet touch the ground, so there are only footprints on the ground.

However, there are other marks here, which show that some oil dumplings fell to the ground at that time, and the back of the arm or **** landed on the ground, leaving these marks.

The more you go to the door, the more messy it becomes, and there is a phenomenon of overlapping and stepping on each other, so it is impossible to count how many oil dumplings there were at the beginning.

"They must have just left, and these footsteps have just left." Zhang Botong squatted to observe the footprints, and then analyzed.

"What are they going out for? Foraging? I asked Zhang Botong.

The pangolin was also studying a complete footprint, and when he heard me say this, he suddenly said, "It doesn't make sense, haven't you found it?" These footprints are all new, and they have not been before, indicating that for more than two thousand years, this is the only time to come down, if foraging, it can't be thousands of years just this time, and after we entered the underground palace. ”

"yes, there was no food before, but now there is, so come down and forage." Old K is quick to talk and doesn't think at all, but his sudden sentence really startled everyone, and it seems to make sense.

In this underground palace, for thousands of years, except for these ghost bone zongzi bloodthirsty golden turtles, everything else that can be used as food has decayed and does not exist, so they have no food to find in the underground palace, and now we have appeared, for zongzi, we are food, food sent to the door, so they should be foraging, hungry for more than two thousand years.

For the harm of oil dumplings, all of us who are alive have seen it, that thing can't even be touched, once the oil on the oil dumplings comes into contact with the skin, it will be poisoned by the corpse, and the corpse will be transformed immediately, and then it will become a blood dumpling that is more powerful than the oil dumplings.

"You two go outside the door and watch." When the bearded man heard that the oil dumplings might have gone out to forage for food, he became vigilant and immediately arranged for two mercenaries to stand guard outside the door. (To be continued.) )