Wu Xie laughed and shook his head. He was speechless. The tension was indeed reduced a lot.
Therefore, every good tomb robbery story really needs a funny character who can liven up the atmosphere. Otherwise, everyone's nerves will be tense all the time, which will not only appear very boring, but also make things more likely to happen.
Wu Xie smiled and shook his head. He looked at it again and saw that it was indeed polished very brightly. There was nothing on the stone tablet... nothing related to the Heavenly Palace could be seen. Then he remembered the Mengyou Bottle.
, subconsciously turned his head and looked to the right.
Unfortunately, Menyouping, who was originally standing on the right, has now turned into Ding Ze.
Wu Xie's face instantly became tense again.
Knowing why Wu Xie was nervous, Ding Ze grinned and said, "It's really weird and scary for you to be so startled."
Wu Xie: "... Where is my little brother?"
Hearing this, Ding Ze turned his head and looked at where the oil bottle was.
Wu Xie followed and saw that the tension that had just appeared on his face suddenly disappeared a lot... However, just as the tension subsided, surprise and impatientness appeared on his face.
This is also normal.
Who made Meng Youping at this moment... To put it bluntly, he was completely motionless, his eyes were desperate, and at first glance, he looked like a dead person.
Wu Xie was shocked when he saw it, and the fat man was also the same, his face immediately full of doubts.
"Brother, what is this?" Fatty subconsciously lowered his voice and asked.
Ding Ze responded, "Fat man, I visited this underwater tomb almost twenty years ago... to be precise, July 1984."
The fat man heard: "(ΩДΩ)!!!!!"
Instinctively, he blinked his eyes hard. After being shocked for two seconds, the fat man decisively refused to believe it without any hesitation. He concluded that Ding Ze was playing tricks on him, and he suddenly felt a little unhappy.
"Old Ding! Although I only have a primary school diploma, I can still do a little arithmetic!"
The fat man lowered his voice and said unhappily, "I look like I'm only in my twenties. In 1984, how old were you? You came here to rob tombs? Aren't you talking nonsense!"
Hearing this, Ding Ze smiled and said nothing.
At this time, Wu Xie recovered from his surprise and answered, his voice lowered intentionally, "Fat man, Brother Ding is not talking nonsense. I just said it myself, he has been here... He did come in 1984."
, he was a member of the archaeological team that my third uncle was on back then."
There was a pause.
The person in front of him has almost no change in appearance in nearly twenty years...
Even though it was confirmed now, Wu Xie still couldn't believe it and thought it was too unbelievable.
So he had to struggle with the next words for a while before he could say them out.
"Back then, he looked like he was in his twenties."
The shocking words finally came out.
Wu Xie's brows furrowed tightly again.
Look at the fat man again….
“(ΩДΩ)!!!!!!”
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At this moment, Fatty is not alone at all!
Ding Ze specially brought up the panel, entered the live broadcast room, and looked at the reaction of the audience, which had reached more than 97 million at this time...
I don’t dare to say everything...because there must be many people who just didn’t exit the live broadcast room and weren’t watching.
However, if more than half of the people are online, there is still no problem.
In other words, at least 40 to 50 million people clearly heard what Wu Xie said, and then became Fatty’s companions, enjoying the surprise and eating together!
"F*ck!!!!"
"Hiss! Damn it! My magic brother is indeed an immortal monster. I guessed it right!"
In an instant, who knows how many idiotic spectators, one hissing on the left and the other on the right gasped like crazy!
"Hiss~~~hiss~~~hiss~~~~"
What should be said should not be said.
These idiots are so breathless at every turn... They definitely have a share of the contribution to global warming!
"God is so damn immortal!!!"
"This game world is so awesome, it even has immortal old monsters!!!!"
The sand sculpture audience was chirping.
Words like "old monster" appeared one after another in an endless stream... Mainly male audience members called Menyou Pingzi this way.
Then, will the female sand sculpture audience be happy?
Of course not!
"What the hell, are you trying to say my husband is an old monster again? Let's see if I don't tear up your stinky mouth!"
"Yes! If you bastards dare to talk about my husband like that again, I will kill you... Also, the little Langhozi upstairs, the magical brother is mine, so get out of here!"
"You guys upstairs are just chilling out there. The magical little brother is mine! None of you can take it away!"
"...Why, what kind of onion are you!"
"Haha, just because I am 1.75 meters tall, with a model figure, waist of a snake, 36D, proficient in all kinds of martial arts, playing, playing and singing... In addition, I have fair skin and beautiful appearance, eight
How about a digit deposit!!!! You don’t even pee and take photos, how can you compare with me????”
“…..”
"Fuck! Where did this bitch escape from?"
"Sisters, fuck her!"
Ding dong, Lao Wang is coming next door.
"Hehe, okay, fuck her, count me in!"
“…..”
Ding Ze: “…..”
Damn, you neighbor Wang, your driving skills are really amazing, I admire you!
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The fat man was shocked for a while, then he barely recovered, blinked hard again, and whispered, "Immortal?"
Ding Ze and Wu Xie both heard it, but they tacitly agreed not to make a sound.
The three of them just looked at the Mengyou Bottle in the corner, who was obviously in great pain.
Time passes slowly.
About a minute later.
Menyouping, who had been staying there for a long time, finally made some movement, moved his eyes slightly, and looked over here.
Then, the mouth moved and there was a sound.
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"I remembered what happened twenty years ago -"
…
In the live broadcast room.
When the tens of millions of spectators heard this, they immediately shouted together and hurriedly stopped the fight between the male and female sand sculptures, which was already in full swing.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"
"Yes, shut up, everyone, stop arguing, it's time to get to the point!"
"..."
The wealthy man smoked, drank, and permed his hair, and smiled, "Sure enough, what happened to the archaeological team that Wu Sansheng was on twenty years ago after entering the undersea tomb was the core issue! I guessed it right!"
The local tycoon Pingyi Yiren also came out, "No, no, no, I think you still haven't guessed the real core."
Smoking, drinking and perming his hair, he was stunned, "What do you mean?"
The local tyrant Ping Yi smiled and said, "You have forgotten a very crucial thing. Think back to when the magical boy first appeared?"
Smoking, drinking and perming: "F*ck!!!! Damn it, I really forgot about this!"
Ping Yi Jinren: "Haha! So, the real core is actually the largest tomb robbing operation in history!!!"
Smoking, drinking and perming: "What the hell!!!! The opening story, the opening story!!!! Got it! Got it!!!"
Smoking, drinking, and perming his hair: "In that case, the core was the largest tomb robbing operation in history... The magical guy was already in his twenties at the time."
"Wait a minute, let me figure it out. In that tent at that time, Wu Laogou... Judging from his appearance, he was most likely Wu Sansheng's father..."
"That is to say, the magical brother is at least seventy or eighty years old now, or even over a hundred years old!!!"
"hiss!!!"
In this way, the wealthy people who smoke, drink and burn their hair also contribute to global warming.
"Haha, don't worry, if I tell you one more thing, you will definitely be surprised," Ping Yi Jinren said with a happy smile.
Smoking, drinking and getting a perm: “What’s going on?”
Ping Yi Jinren: "Guess, if our anchor is so calm now and still has a smile on his lips, has he already guessed the secret of the magical brother's immortality?"
Smoking, drinking and perming your hair: “Hiss!!!”