"Old Ding!" After the brief confusion, the fat man came back to his senses when he saw the big porcelain jar standing motionless at the stone door, "Zongzi shouldn't be able to understand human speech, could there be a sea monkey in it?
"
This is a very reasonable guess, because the porcelain tank is very large. If it were a small sea monkey, there would be no problem getting into it.
Ding Ze did not respond, but moved the flashlight light to shine on the small footprints on the ground.
The footprints are very new and won't last long. The important thing is, there are five toes!
Seeing the light in Ding Ze's hand suddenly move, the fat man followed the light and looked at the small footprints on the ground. He had the answer and said again, "Then there is no way. No matter how valuable this porcelain jar is, it's not mine.
Life is valuable.”
As he said that, the fat man paused and said, "Old Ding, give me a gun."
Ding Ze heard this, thought for a moment, then reached into his backpack, took out a pistol, and handed over a few magazines.
The fat man took it, and his fat face immediately beamed, "Old Ding, you are still reliable!"
At this time, seeing that Ding Ze did still have a gun in his bag, Wu Xie also had an idea, "Brother Ding, do you have any more? Give me one too."
Ding Ze shook his head and smiled apologetically at Wu Xie, "You just wanted to say it first, so I'll give it to you, but it's a pity that it's gone now."
Wu Xie: "(#￣～￣#)!!"
Fatty: "Haha, little comrade, it doesn't matter. For Lao Ding's sake, you hide behind us. If something happens, we will take care of it."
Otherwise, Comrade Wu Xie today is just like those stupid young people who just walked out of campus.
After hearing this, Wu Xie rolled his eyes immediately and yelled at the fat man, "You run the fastest every time, do you expect you to carry me?"
When the fat man heard this, he immediately became unhappy. At this time, he was not used to Wu Xie and was ready to retaliate as soon as he opened his mouth.
"I told you two, can you please stop making trouble?" Aning probably couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly spoke before the fat man, with anger in his tone, "The things in the tank haven't come out for so long, even if
It’s a rice dumpling, but it’s not necessarily that powerful, so we’d better go around and hurry to the main tomb chamber.”
This is the second time An Ning has urged me.
Ding Ze thought about it for a while, he needed this porcelain jar to move again according to the original plot.
The porcelain vat hasn't been moved yet, which means he has to find a way to delay it.
What can you do?
Yes.
"Miss Ning, you seem to be in a hurry to enter the main tomb..." Ding Ze turned to An Ning and said, "Is there anything you want there?"
Aning: “!!!!”
As soon as he heard the words, Aning's face darkened, and there seemed to be angry flames in his eyes, faintly trembling, "The important things are all in the main tomb chamber. This undersea tomb is very weird. Let's go in and out early. Is there any problem?
?”
Aning asked in a somewhat threatening tone.
Ding Ze smiled and didn't answer, because he estimated that the time should be about the same, and... he didn't hate Aning that much.
It is true that soon, An Ning will want to kill Wu Xie...
But if you really stand from the perspective of a bystander and don’t put yourself into Wu Xie’s feelings...
Is there anything wrong with An Ning's plot to kill Wu Xie?
There isn't much wrong with it.
After all, after entering the undersea tomb, Wu Xie was secretly killed, which was what Judekao had ordered a long time ago. Aning was just following Judekao's instructions...
Moreover, that old immortal Jude Kao couldn't have told Aning many secrets... Maybe, like that old fox in Wu Sansheng, he would have told very few truths.
Ding Ze thought for a moment and didn't say anything to Aning. Instead, he waved to the fat man, "Fat man, you didn't get the gun for free. Come on, let's see what's in the porcelain jar."
Fatty: “o((⊙﹏⊙))o??????”
Silly! Stunned! Confused!
"Old Ding...actually I..."
"Okay, I'm just kidding you," before Fatty could come up with any lame excuses, Ding Ze smiled and shook his head, "You cover me, I'll do it."
As he spoke, Ding Ze raised his feet, deliberately pretending to be very nervous, and walked slowly.
If it was just a cover, the fat man didn't give in. He turned on the pistol's safety and started moving.
One step, two steps, three steps.
It was about to reach the mouth of the porcelain jar, but the porcelain jar still didn't move.
Then forget it.
Ding Ze was heartbroken and thought that according to the original plot description, the white-haired drought demon in it should be relatively timid and not very aggressive.
In this case, if you can see it, take a look. He is really curious about what the Hanba looks like.
Have a plan.
For safety reasons, Ding Ze squatted down to a place about thirty centimeters away from the mouth of the porcelain jar, then moved the flashlight and shined the light into the jar.
Because the porcelain jar is almost on the same plane as the stone door, and the stone door is only that wide in total.
If you shine the light into the tank from this position, the light cannot go straight into the tank. Instead, it is shifted at some angle and cannot illuminate the bottom of the tank.
"Old Ding, do you see clearly?" The fat man raised his pistol and stood aside, asking anxiously.
"No, this angle won't work," Ding Ze responded, then slowly moved his body a short distance towards the mouth of the tank.
As the distance shortens, the angle at which the flashlight light enters the cylinder naturally changes.
finally!
Saw a little bit!!
"F*ck!" Ding Ze immediately screamed. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the plot he had been waiting for for a long time was immediately unfolded.
The porcelain jar is moving again!
Ding Ze didn't intend to stop him, so he pretended to be frightened, took a few steps back, quickly got up, followed the four fat men, and looked at the porcelain jar that had rolled into the corridor behind the stone door.
"Old Ding!" The fat man almost shot, "Did you see it? What is it?"
"I only saw a little white hair," Ding Ze replied, and immediately shined the flashlight in his hand towards the corridor behind the stone gate.
The four fat men also made the same move.
Five lights gathered together, and even though the flashlight's illumination distance and intensity were very limited, the five people could still roughly see the situation behind the stone gate.
The first thing that comes into view is a corridor paved with white marble bricks. The corridor goes straight forward and extends into the thick darkness that cannot be illuminated by flashlight light.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The weird porcelain jar is rolling on this corridor, moving forward without stopping at all.
Secondly, there is a light canal on both sides of the white marble corridor. In the light canal, there seems to be a lamp holder every one meter.
It is not clear whether there is still lamp oil in the lamp holder.
Finally, the space behind the stone door looks very simple as a whole, with nothing superfluous.
However, this simplicity does not affect the luxury of the entire space at all.
After all, this is just a corridor, and it has already used so much white marble that in ancient times was usually only used in royal buildings...
"What the hell, who is the owner of this undersea tomb?" The fat man was surprised and broke the silence that the five people had maintained for a while. "The inner wall of the spring just now was made of white marble, and this corridor is also...
…”
That being said, it's not surprising at all.
The surprise quickly turned into excitement and expectation, "It looks like there might be a treasure trove of gold and silver in the main tomb. This time, Fatty, I want to share it!"
As soon as the word 'fa' came out of my mouth.
Suddenly, the rolling sound of the porcelain vat disappeared, which meant it had stopped.
Realize this.
The fat man decisively turned off the flashlight and turned on the searchlight.
The intensity of searchlight light is far greater than that of a flashlight.
So with such a photo, the jade gate at the end of the corridor appeared obediently.
The lights move slowly.
It can be seen that there are three jade gates, one large, two small, and one large at the end of the corridor. The big jade gate is in the middle and the two small jade gates are on both sides.
The three jade gates are all open. They may have been opened by Wu Sansheng and others more than a week ago.
The light stopped and rested on the porcelain jar in front of the small jade door on the left.
The fat man saw it and said, "It's really weird. Why does it feel like this porcelain vat is leading the way for us?"
When Wu Xie heard this, he obviously had the same feeling, "It seems like this is really the case. Could it be that there is a conscious white-haired rice dumpling inside? Or, ghost... Damn it! That thing ran away!"
As Wu Xie was talking, because he saw the things in the porcelain jar rushing into the small jade door, he suddenly raised his voice, and his voice suddenly became sharp and harsh.
Ding Ze had been staring at the porcelain jar for a long time, so he naturally saw it.
Zhang Tuzi and Aning seem to be the same.
Aning saw it and keenly seized the opportunity and said, "Those things have escaped, let's go in."
Hear the words.
At this point, everything in the porcelain jar has escaped. They can't just turn around and go back now.
The fat man nodded in agreement, probably because he was thinking about the gold and silver in the main tomb, "Miss Ning is right. You are here now, let's go."
Ding Ze didn't say anything. For the next short part of the plot, he needed to walk a little behind and reduce his presence, so that the innocent comrade could follow the original story and even though he didn't understand anything, he was still the first to walk on the corridor.
thunder!
'Speaking of this...Wu Xie's next behavior, can it really be explained simply by innocence?'
'It seems that the word stupid is more appropriate.'
Ding Zeru thought, shook his head, and seeing the four fat men looking straight ahead, he seized the opportunity, quietly took out the plastic explosives prepared in advance in his pocket, and stuck them to the side of the ear room next to the stone door.
On the wall, he immediately continued to move forward as if nothing was wrong.
…
In the live broadcast room, they are different from the four fat people.
What Ding Ze did was clearly seen by tens of millions of spectators.
As a result, the audience was surprised, confused and excited!
"Holy shit! That thing that the anchor secretly stuck to the wall just now must be explosive!!"
"It seems like, I saw it in a movie, I remember it was called plastic explosives."
"What the hell...what is the anchor going to do?"
"Um, looking at the situation, do you want to blow up this undersea tomb?"
"Why?"
At this time, while smoking, drinking and perming his hair, he laughed and said, "Haha, what else could it be? The anchor is probably very passionate about things like explosions. If I don't explode myself when I enter an ancient tomb, I will probably feel uncomfortable all over."
The local tycoon Ping Yi followed suit and said: "Blast, the anchor is a professional!"
The most beautiful girl in the world was happy to join in the fun, "Congratulations to the host for being awarded the title of [Little Explosive Expert]."
A group of spectators: "..."
"Please! What kind of idiots are you!"
"The anchor's habit of blowing up wherever he goes...don't you think it's scary? Don't you think the anchor is a dangerous person?"
"??????"
"Upstairs, don't be too nervous. There's no way a charlatan like the anchor could be a dangerous person... unless you feel that the charlatan aura on the anchor's body is too strong and dangerous..."