The cross-border live broadcast screen that fell into darkness not long ago was lit up by a ball of amber golden flames.
Li Zhixian held her breath, and those wild eyes from countless worlds away looked at her, making her whole body tense up, and her ears seemed to hear the sound of her heart beating violently and her blood rushing rapidly.
Danger! Extremely dangerous!
The warning from the bloodline caused severe tinnitus, and Li Zhixian, who had never had a cold since childhood, was a little confused.
She had seen these wild and domineering eyes. Liang De had shown her a photo of this person and described this person to her with extremely exaggerated adjectives, but she didn't expect...
Lao Liang is actually not talking nonsense at all...even a little conservative!
The short-haired woman who appeared in the live broadcast dispersed the golden flames from her fingertips, and the jackal man standing behind her took out a bright brass wind lamp, illuminating the dilapidated tomb where the two of them were.
"Lei Donglan, Liang De's senior sister.
Liang De lost contact 15 minutes and 45 seconds ago. My soul resonance with him has not been broken, but I cannot receive any messages.
So far we have only found his mobile phone connected to the cross-border live broadcast and this rock ball."
Lei Donglan moved his mobile phone and the screen changed. Li Zhixian saw that the "Tufa History Wheel" with a diameter of several hundred meters was smashed in half with a punch. There was still residual warmth in the crack of the rock ball, and the molten fist prints continued on the edge.
There is steam rising.
Only some broken light blue weapon components could be seen inside the huge rock ball, as well as dozens of tomb-suppressing corpse beasts embedded in the acid pool that had not been completely corroded.
There was no one in the cab of the rock core.
Liang De and his group of strange beastly clones are gone. The traces left in the tomb battlefield are still there, but the saboteurs who left traces have disappeared collectively.
It's like a dream.
Lei Donglan turned the camera of Liang De's phone back to him and asked in a hoarse and tough voice, like a sharp stone:
"The situation at the scene is like this, do you have any clues?"
The picture from World No. 415 on this shore shook, and the camera briefly cut to the owl decorative painting next to the sofa.
Li Zhixian had quickly arranged his collar and hair, rolled off the sofa in the living room, and stood upright on the thin blanket with a military posture.
One meter away in front of Li Zhixian, the owl Lili stood on top of the housekeeping robot Garbage Boy, holding her mobile phone, capturing her heroic figure with her head held high into the frame.
The first-class captain of the Magical Girl Force, who had received rigorous training, became brave at this moment!
"Hello, Captain Lei, this is the first time we meet. I am Li Zhixian, Liang De's colleague.
About twenty minutes ago, the cross-border live broadcast screen turned black. I could hear Liang De’s voice, but he no longer responded to my communications. According to my guess..."
"I don't want 'dates' and 'speculations'. Tell me the facts that you can confirm."
"Yes! Captain!"
Li Zhixian hurriedly picked up his phone, quickly browsed the recorded video, and sent his own recording.
"The black screen time was 20 minutes and 22 seconds ago. After the black screen, I heard Liang De talking to someone, saying that he was going to the seventh floor tomb to conduct reconnaissance."
Upon hearing the words "Seventh Floor", the brass wind lantern in the hand of the jackal A Quan behind Lei Donglan shook imperceptibly.
"Stand still."
Lei Donglan came close to the camera, stared into Li Zhixian's eyes, and said word by word:
"This tomb has only six floors in total. Are you sure Liang De is talking about the seventh floor?"
Li Zhixian swallowed:
"I am sure."
"I will keep this cross-border live broadcast on. If you think of other clues, let me know at any time."
"Captain, old...Liang De, will he be fine?"
"I'm here, if he can be okay, he will be okay.
If something happens to him, the damned person will definitely die."
Lei Donglan put away Liang De's mobile phone and said to the jackal behind him:
"Everyone came in and searched again. They couldn't find it, so they smashed the six-story tomb to look for it."
"Boss, if the Walter Group's Nanyan side finds out..."
"Then let her look for it together, that's what I said."
…
On the seventh floor of the real tomb, in the Six Roots and Six Dust Formation, old men Liang De and Mei Juntong clung to the edge of the formation. The two of them clenched their fists, draining their illusive imaginations, hoping to let the members of the hunting group search in the tomb chamber
I felt something, but there was no sign of success.
Liang De has tried almost everything imaginable.
In his wild imagination, a steamroller banged on Xu Juezi's head, the jackal A Quan was locked in a microwave oven on high heat for 5 minutes, and there were seven Liang Detai men in black suits and white shirts.
The coffin carrying the tomb owner danced a shoulder-shaking dance in front of Lei Donglan.
However, it was of no avail, it was completely unreachable.
This wishful thinking guided by false theories of cultivation failed miserably. Liang De and Mei Juntong slid to the ground against the invisible circle at the edge of the circle.
"Lao Mei, those fungi all grew out of you, so they are related. You are no longer deaf and mute, so we really can't contact you?
It’s okay to let them make a pattern.”
"If we can get in touch, I will send a signal when you come!
I’m just no longer deaf. To outsiders, the two of us are no different from dumb people!”
Liang De lay on his back in the formation and said:
"It's strange that they have been searching on the sixth floor for so long, but no one was tricked by the owner of the tomb into the seventh floor.
Lao Mei, we are inseparable brothers, so don't play with those nonsense.
In fact, you were the one who ripped me off."
"Nonsense! If I could drag people into trouble, I would tear off all these people above! I won't leave any of them for you!"
Mei Juntong tugged at his beard and stared, tapping the ground crazily with his cane.
"But I can't fucking pull it!"
"Okay, okay, Lao Mei, no one should answer the call. The whole job is not working. We brothers should rely on our own efforts and think of other ways.
Lao Mei, Lao Mei... Lao Mei!"
Liang De sat up from the ground, used his imaginary arms to stir up the "noise", and "shouted" through the magic circle.
Old Mei suddenly straightened up his head and half of his body:
"Is that what you call me Lao Mei? How old are you and how old am I? I'll call you Mei Lao!"
"Lao Mei, the name is just a code name, don't be so rigid.
Yes, you are older than me, but I don’t mind if you call me Brother Liang. If you don’t believe me, try calling me.”
"you!"
Old Mei was so angry that he jumped up and danced for a long time before the stick flower subsided. He put down his crutch and said to Liang De:
"What can you think of?"
"Not yet, but we can't wait until all six pits are filled. What if this formation is Xiaoxiaole, and all the pits will be gone as soon as they are filled, then we will be done with it.
Even if this formation can come out after filling in the pits, there are hundreds of years between me and you, and not every Jie Yuan Walker will be dragged into the water. How long will it take for the remaining four pits to be filled?
Your body stinks outside.
We can't stop thinking about those kohlrabi in your bag."
"Huh, what you said makes some sense."
"Then let's find out first... Lao Mei, we came down to rob the tomb after seeing the things you left behind. Then why did you come down here?"
Old Mei raised his head and sighed.
"Boy, have you ever heard of the ultimate in human beings?"