Chapter Seventy-One: Notes on Tomb Robbery

"There are so many things like that, it's really urgent." Tang Xuan said helplessly, and then changed the topic, "By the way, where are you now?" ”

"People's Square." Fu Zihao replied, "Come out and buy some clothes, the incident a few days ago didn't feel so simple to me, do you think, is the incident we bumped into really just an accident?" ”

"......" Tang Xuan fell silent.

"So, there are really those things in this world, but most people can't touch them in their lifetime and don't know about them." Fu Zihao continued, "But you, more than 100 people are missing, and we are the only survivors, isn't this a proper plot of the painting?" I have a hunch that this kind of stuff will come to us next. Now prepare some equipment in advance, and be prepared when the time comes. ”

"Borrow your auspicious words ......"

"By the way, do I need to help you bring a few amulets or something?"

"No, just bring some fried chicken and beer."

"Seriously."

"Submachine - guns and grenades, all fear comes from insufficient firepower."

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After a while, looking at Fu Zihao, who was dressed in a Taoist robe, with a wooden fish in his left hand, a bodhisattva in his right hand, a six-pointed star and a cross hanging on his chest at the same time, a pile of ghost drawing talismans pinned to his waist, and a dusty whisk dressed up at a glance, Tang Xuan's eyes couldn't help but tremble.

"Your faith is a bit mixed. It's Jesus and Buddha, and there's Satan, aren't you afraid of them fighting? After being silent for two seconds, Tang Xuan spoke.

"Harm, it's all unimportant, whether he is Jesus or Buddha, it is good faith to be able to exorcise evil spirits." Fu Zihao unloaded the "loot" on the table without care.

"Then why do you still have a Gatling on this Bodhisattva statue? Tsk, it's still a six-pipe. Tang Xuan looked at the Bodhisattva Fu Zihao placed on the table, and the expression on his face stiffened a little.

"Old Tang, you don't understand this, this is Nan Wu Gatling Bodhisattva! This is a big history, there is no Gatling Bodhisattva in the south, and six pure depleted uranium bombs. One breath of 3,600 turns, great mercy and great compassion for the world. Fu Zihao explained excitedly.

"Who told you that?"

"The boss who sold me just now, let me tell you, the boss asked for 200 yuan at the beginning, and I finally got 100 yuan to get it."

100 bucks? I'm afraid it's not someone else who sells something for 20 yuan.

Tang Xuan rubbed his face vigorously, so that his expression was not so stiff: "Okay, I'll go to the outdoor goods store with you tomorrow morning to buy something useful." I know that a store sells hiking bags of good quality, and then buy a Swiss Army knife for self-defense, searchlights, Luoyang shovels, etc., which can be packed into the bag, and buy more food and drink to stuff the bag. ”

"What are you doing all this?" Fu Zihao was puzzled.

"Aren't you going to participate in that tomb robbery show soon? I'm afraid you'll starve to death in the grave. ”

"Ahh I was just participating in a show, and I wasn't really going to the grave. ”

"Who knows."

Seeing Tang Xuan staring at him meaningfully, Fu Zihao shuddered coldly: "Don't scare me, is there really something wrong with this show?" Saying that, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket with a little trembling hands, "That's really not good, I'll return the more than 100,000 yuan to them...... Hey? There is no way to refund and the registration cannot be cancelled, which is ......"

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