Huo Wenhua snuck in from the entrance of the cave and shouted, "I want to take Wen Dong with us to find his body."
Yang Zimei was a little embarrassed.
She wasn't sure what was ahead. With Huo Wenhua, there was no guarantee of danger.
"Mr. Huo, it's very dangerous here. You'd better wait up there."
"No, Master Yang, I am not afraid of danger. Even if you don't tell me, I know that my end is coming. In this life, I have experienced glory and wealth, and I have found my younger brother. I have never gone on an adventure. Just let me
I'll be satisfied."
Huo Wenhua really didn't want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime adventure opportunity, and he also wanted to collect his brother's bones himself.
Seeing how enthusiastic he was, Yang Zimei had no choice but to agree.
She asked him to come down alone while the other bodyguards stayed on top.
One more person actually means one more inconvenience.
Especially when it comes to treasures, there is no guarantee that it will not arouse people's selfishness and lead to some nasty things happening.
She didn't want to commit murder or silence someone.
As for Huo Wenhua, she believed that he would never be tempted by the treasure again.
There are more important things in life to him.
Yang Zimei asked Xiao Qian and Lianyi to look after Huo Wenhua, while she explored the way ahead.
The two sides of the cave are not artificially carved stone cave passages, but natural stalactites, with no trace of artificiality at all.
Yang Zimei walked carefully in front, and after walking about five meters, Huo Wenhua suddenly screamed, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.
Yang Zimei quickly turned around and reached out to pull him.
Huo Wenhua shined the flashlight on the ground, then made a sound and almost vomited.
I saw two people stuck on the ground at his feet, with painful faces and open mouths. One tilted his head to the left, the other tilted to the right, and only half of their face was exposed.
The muscles on the face have not rotted, but there are no eyes, leaving only two dark holes. There is even an earthworm crawling around in the eye holes. When illuminated by a flashlight, it looks particularly scary.
Huo Wenhua turned pale with fright. He squeezed Yang Zimei's arm tightly with one hand and exclaimed, "Master Yang, how come there are dead people? It's too scary."
Yang Zimei smiled bitterly, "Mr. Huo, when you enter the cemetery, you will naturally see dead people. How about you go up first, otherwise, you may be more frightened."
Huo Wenhua firmly held the piece of jade that his brother was attached to, and his panicked eyes became firm again, "No, no matter how scary it is, I will move forward."
"Okay then, put this on!"
Yang Zimei had no choice but to take out a peach wood plaque from her storage ring and hang it on Huo Wenhua's neck, "This peach wood plaque is very important to me. You must not lose it, and do not take it off under any circumstances."
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"Well, thank you Master Yang."
Huo Wenhua reached out and touched the mahogany card. He felt that he had become calmer, and a comfortable air flow was protecting him.
"Sister, there are still dead people here!"
Xiaoqian, who also has night vision, shouted in a low voice, "And there are many more."
Yang Zimei looked carefully. Just now she thought those black things were just stones, but to her surprise, they were all dead heads.
Some of these dead people had their heads stuck upside down on the ground, with only a pair of feet exposed, a bit like the one just now, with only half of their faces exposed, others were half-buried sideways, and some even fell upside down from above...
Each of their expressions before death were all painful and distorted, as if they had experienced something terrible before they died.