In the VIP voice, Lin Yuanshan thought for a long time, and came to a conclusion uncertainly:

"He may be playing the ancient Greek "Requiem", and it is estimated that some of them touched something they shouldn't have touched and lost their souls. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Fang Yan and his entourage had already heard the movement of the enemy anchor, so they were polite and approached generously. The other party turned a blind eye, let alone someone came forward to say hello, and the four people gathered in front of the glowing niche were more and more eccentric than the other.

The strong man at the head seems to be the fat apprentice who lost his soul. He was in charge of the team's camera work, and the three-lens camera crew, which looked several times heavier than the Hydra, was tethered to his steady tiger's back, highlighting a steady.

Next to him was a bard with curly brown hair, with an ivory-white harp in the crook of his arm, caressing the strings and sinking alone. The beginning of autumn had just passed, but he had put on a white scarf early.

It is not difficult to hear that this requiem is only played for one person, and it is the great man who accidentally lost his soul.

The big master stared angrily at the niche in front of him, and the niche that looked like a small earth temple flickered in the light and dark, and a divine fire was rising, and every time the flame jumped, the flesh of his heart was like a piece of it. The rescuer was anxious, and his gaze shifted back and forth between the niche and the fat apprentice.

Here the tall female physician still knew a little politeness, she looked sideways slightly, and gracefully lifted the brim of her newly changed white tennis cap, revealing a friendly face. The top of her hat is empty-topped, and her blonde hair is tied into a ponytail and worn from the back of her head, which makes her look particularly energetic.

Fang Yan was about to speak, but she shook her head pitifully, and raised her onion finger to her lips: "Shhh ”

I don't know if it's the lipstick or the light, her lips are crystal clear, and a simple lip biting action reveals an irresistible charm.

The five people who created the world understood and consciously lightened their steps. It's a big deal to delay people to save people, especially if this is a live broadcast, and the audience of the enemy station is probably scolding: "Get out, don't disturb our anchor playing the piano." ”

"Be careful, there's something wrong with this woman." Fang Yan glanced at Erzhu, but Lord Wei and the fat man might not be able to comprehend.

The dead fat man took matters into his own hands, and his big belly walked around the shrine array, and finally returned to the lit alcove. To say that he really has no interest in the beautiful anchors of the enemy station, but today he was surprised by the strange thing that the niche was lit up for a thousand years, and the anchor of the enemy station did not stop him, so he took a closer look, why were the six niches lit up here?

You are a foreigner in the Nordic circle, and you also have a way to crack the mechanism of our Tang sages?

Boom ~ Woo?

Suddenly, the melody that had remained soft was flooded with a small imperceptible murmur, which suddenly rose in tune, only to change back to the previous melody in a few tenths of a second.

No one heard this subtle out-of-tune, no one noticed the audience on the two major platforms, and Jin Ling'er, who had some contact with Western music, didn't hear it.

Fang Yan couldn't tell it, but he still noticed the clue at a certain moment just now, and the violinist Andrew's eyelids thumped, and the corners of his lips also raised a deeply hidden evil smile.

"Fatty! Don't touch it! Fang Yan chuckled in his heart, and immediately drank heavily.

"Don't touch it!" Lord Wei pounced forward, grabbed Lin Hao's shoulder with his big hand, and pulled him back desperately.

However, it was too late, and the dead fat man did not know what evil had fallen into, and the ghost reached out to touch the niche that had just been warmed up.

The audience in the live broadcast room was shocked by the roar of the two and their eardrums hurt:

[Fat blowing, this is doing death? 】

[I can't take it, the fat man's salty pig hand has already reached in]

["Niche"? What kind of word is this, I can't pronounce it. (Powder)

[Oops, I won't either] (powder) [Nenkan]

[It's okay, it doesn't seem to be much of a problem]

[Fat Blowing said that he is the descendant of the Lin Feng Shui clan, and this kind of petty evil thing can't hurt him]

……

As the barrage said, the fat general didn't feel anything at this touch, he withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and the flames in the niche jumped a few times anxiously, and the flame heart became a little dim.

"Are you alright?" Fang Yan said with concern.

"It's fine." The fat man replied flatly, staring intently at the increasingly faint flame heart, and all reflected in his eyes was the faint fireworks that seemed to be struggling.

Something is wrong, the tone of this reply is not like the style of a fat man.

In the past, the dead fat man wanted to blow a wave in front of the audience: "Of course it's okay!" Who is my fat man? Something will happen if you touch it casually? ”

But he didn't speak calmly today, Fang Yan paid attention to his eyes, and gradually became hollow.

"Fat brother, are you okay?"

"Huh? Ah, it's fine. ”

Jin Ling'er whispered in his ear, he just mumbled and didn't talk much, his movements were slow, his expression was wooden, and there was something missing at a glance.

The audience can see through it at a glance:

[It's over, the fat general has lost a soul] [It may also be a lost soul]

[Whoever touches that niche becomes a vegetative person]

[This is a hammer stone lantern, which specifically locks the soul]

[I always feel that something is wrong]

[Look...... The great strength of the enemy Taiwan has recovered]

[Does that song really work?] Hurry up and blow the fat blow and have a song]

[It's fat blowing that he is dead, and he can't blame others]

……

Only a few people present knew in their hearts that it was not the Nordic "Requiem" that worked.

It's that one soul redeems another soul, the fat man loses his soul, but the big man on the side is in a diametrically opposite mental state.

"Master? I...... What happened to me just now? ”

Da Zhuang woke up like a dream, as if he was in a different world, rubbed his eyes in a daze, forgot for a while that he was still in the live broadcast, looked around several times before he remembered what happened before, and suddenly felt ashamed: "I have a long memory, and I won't dare to touch it next time." ”

"You can touch it, but you can't bang it with your bare hands. Hey, I shouldn't have taken you down to this grave. Team 2 doesn't know where it is planted, we can save a few if we hurry up, and if we can't save it, we have to help collect the corpse. ”

Overcoming the wrestler's face was tired, he had no intention of pursuing it, and he pulled his lover to turn around, and he had no intention of talking, so he was about to say goodbye:

"You should be more careful, this Qianling is full of dangers, the anchors of our Star 2 team have been scattered, the live broadcast equipment has been destroyed, and the life and death of the personnel are uncertain. Without further ado, let's withdraw first, and it's important to hurry. If you meet my friends who are in distress and want to lend a hand, I will thank someone in advance. ”

"Wait!"

If you cheat someone, you want to run? Lord Wei's fist squeaked, but it was suppressed back by Fang Yan's even more resentful eyes, "Let me come, don't make a move." ”

"Wei Jian, don't make trouble. There are many of them, more than 800 on the list, and you two are not their opponents. Besides, we have no proof. Yisuo shouted in a private chat.

"From the moment you enter the tomb, they have begun to calculate." Lin Yuanshan said with a solemn expression.

"Then you can't let them go!"

Lord Wei was panicked in his heart, but Fang Yan's eyes were in place, "Don't worry, trust me, I'll deal with it." ”

Seeing this, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and change his words:

"It's rare to find a 'tomb for a mausoleum', and a few people are not interested in groping for a little longer?"

Lin Hao was indeed moved by Andrew's tune, but who saw it? Who can prove it?

The starry sky and the creation of the world combined are more than 5 million people, and they only see the fat man himself trying to touch the alcove.

"Huh? No need, we're in a hurry. ”

The old wrestler said that he was going to withdraw, but his eyes were fixed on the niche in front of the fat general, and he looked like he was going to pack and take it away.

"We have already touched this burial tomb, it should be the tomb of Wu Zetian's grandson, Prince Yide, there is nothing valuable."

Ida speaks jerky Chinese, and although she behaves very easily, she is still a little bit of a thief, so she pretends to be tough:

"We have also been to the most precious back burial chamber, and the exit passage of the rear burial chamber requires a shrine to open. We found the key first, you wouldn't mind if we took it, would you? ”

With that, she glanced at Da Zhuang, who learned the previous lesson, quickly put on a set of "unloading arms" made of fine iron, and reached out to dismantle the niche while the fire inside was not extinguished.

"Keys? The soul lock is based on a person's soul and soul, and you really plan to take my brother's life to open the lock? ”

Fang Yan snorted coldly and pouted at the alcove, "When we are three-year-olds? So easy to get by? ”