Su Zimu felt that Zhu Er said so much just to whitewash the behavior of Mo Wen and others.
He wanted to say that it was useless, and he wanted to say that you are just cannon fodder, but from the beginning, the two sides had different positions. The other party could not convince him, and he could not convince the other party.
In that case, why bother talking?
Su Zimu made up his mind to stay away from these people as soon as he left this ghost place!
Who knows, Zhu Er also had the same idea - pretending to be noble, wait until you get the benefits, let's see if you still pretend!
The two people continued to move forward, but their words gradually became less and less. Only the sound of staggered footsteps could be heard in the passage.
Suddenly a voice came from the darkness and asked: "Who!"
The two people stopped immediately, and Zhu Er raised his voice: "Boss Mo, is that you? I'm Zhu Er!"
"Brother Zhu!" Mo Wen's voice was full of inexplicable surprise, the sound of rapid footsteps came, and after a while, several figures appeared.
The leader was none other than Mo Wen, followed by Gou Zi and two other cannon fodder.
When everyone met, it was very lively, but Su Zimu was not interested in this kind of happy encounter at all. He always felt that the acting skills of these people in front of him were too fake and exaggerated.
Wu Ren and Duyan were also nearby. After a while, everyone met, and the two of them were facing a wall and thinking hard.
As he got closer, he discovered that the wall was covered with relief carvings. Even if Su Zimu didn't study carvings at all, he could tell that his knife skills were very rough.
Zhu Er's eyes shone with excitement: "Found it?"
"It should be here." Mo Wen nodded with a smile, "Let's go over the details together, and if you have any ideas, feel free to put them forward!"
Su Zimu approached curiously, but he didn't see what the theme of the reliefs on the wall was, nor did he find any clues to unlock the secret.
Leave professional matters to professionals. It would be better for a stick like him who doesn't understand anything to just wait patiently.
Only half an hour later, Wu Ren's frown suddenly opened: "I know!"
After saying that, he slapped his palms on the wall several times, and the wall that was a single piece just now slowly cracked open, revealing a spacious stone room.
Everyone was so happy that they couldn't close their mouths. However, to Su Zimu's expectation, no one rushed into the stone room, as if the stone wall had not been opened.
Then, everyone saw a stone bed leaning against the wall. Sitting cross-legged on the bed was a mummy with a withered face and its back leaning against the stone wall.
It was as if the pause button had been pressed, and no one could laugh anymore.
Wu Ren was shocked: "Didn't Master Wu die in Mobei? How could there be any remains here?"
Mo Wen and the others didn't say anything. Only one cannon fodder said softly: "Could it be spreading rumors?"
Another person said: "Master Wu has been dead for hundreds of years. He is said to have died in Mobei, but who has seen it with his own eyes?"
"That's it, a centuries-old almanac!"
What is slough?
The body of a monk!
As a practitioner, even if you don't carry all your wealth with you, you should at least carry the most important magic weapon and elixir with you.
Whether there is a legacy or not, the harvest is completely different. How can you not be excited? How can you not be moved?
Mo Wen finally made up his mind and took out a magic talisman: "Old rules, who goes first!"
"I'll do it!" Zhu Er volunteered to take the talisman, held it between his fingers and flicked it, and the talisman turned into light and covered his body.
Zhu Er seemed calm, but the veins in the hand holding the knife bulged due to excessive exertion.
He took a deep breath and took a step forward.
Success or failure depended on this, everyone held their breath involuntarily, and even Su Zimu became nervous.
When the steps landed, Zhu Er was safe and sound. His heart that almost jumped out of his heart finally fell back into his stomach. Everyone else also exhaled a long breath and showed excited expressions invariably.
Very good!
At this moment, even Su Zimu felt a bit of anticipation, and suddenly felt that he understood these people somewhat.
Zhu Er continued to move forward and walked around the stone chamber without any accidents.
He finally smiled: "It's okay, come in!"
Everyone entered the stone chamber happily, and only Su Zimu followed quietly at the back.
Su Zimu thought that the next step would be a full-scale search like a house raid. However, to his surprise, Mo Wen was the first to stand up. After tidying up his clothes, he came to the front of the mummy and bowed respectfully.
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Others are well-educated and meticulous.
Seeing this scene, Su Zimu's heart was suddenly touched.
No matter what their purpose is, they still have some limits, rather than acting arbitrarily and without scruples.
Su Zimu followed suit. After the ceremony, Mo Wen said softly: "Let's begin!"
There were a lot of things in the stone room, so several people immediately separated and rummaged for useful things.
Wu Ren found two jade slips on the bookshelf in the corner and put them away naturally. No one else had any objection at all.
One Eye stared at a landscape hanging on the wall. After opening it, he found a hidden compartment and harvested dozens of spiritual stones.
Gouzi found several porcelain bottles, put them to his nose one by one and smelled them carefully. Some of them put them away with a look of joy, while others threw them aside with a look of disgust.
He was unwilling to take it, but Zhu Er quickly snatched it from his hands like a treasure.
Gouzi kindly reminded: "That's the Demonic Pill!"
Zhu Er's expression changed immediately, and he threw it aside with a look of dismay.
Su Zimu didn't understand anything, he was darting around like a headless fly, but no matter where he got close, he was always one step behind and gained nothing.
Everyone was busy, except Mo Wen, who didn't rummage or search. He walked straight to the stone bed, saluted again, and took off a ring from the finger of the mummy.
Everyone knew that the ring was probably the biggest gain of the trip, but no one objected.
But just when Mo Wen was about to retreat, the mummy suddenly moved and clamped down on Mo Wen's wrist like lightning.
Mo Wen was shocked and slashed with his sword. It was like beating leather, not even a layer of oily skin could be cut through.
The group of people all froze and collected everything they could find.
One Eye exclaimed: "Brother!"
Without saying a word, Moren used all his strength to strike the mummy's arm with a knife. There was a sudden sound, sparks burst out, and the long knife bounced up. The shock made Wu Ren's hands numb. When he looked at the blade again, it actually collapsed.
A gap the size of a bowl.
Wu Rendeng took a deep breath.
The mummy's drooped head was raised, its dried eyelids opened, and its dehydrated, shriveled eyeballs stared straight at Mo Wen.
Mo Wen was frightened and angry, but couldn't escape. The mummy suddenly exerted force and pinched Mo Wen's wrist with a click.
Mo Wen groaned in pain, and when he was about to die in the hands of the mummy, he suddenly cut off his left arm with a knife.
Blood splattered, Mo Wen grabbed his severed arm and dodged back: "Quickly leave!"
Everyone did not dare to neglect and rushed out, but the wall suddenly closed at this moment, trapping everyone in the stone room.
