After sliding down the climbing rope for about three or four meters, his feet touched the bottom of the coffin. Ding Ze loosened the climbing rope, stood firm, took out the flashlight inserted in his pocket, and began to look around.
I saw that just as described in the original work, the coffin was filled with a very rich, water-like mist.
The fog was so thick that the flashlight light could only extend about half a meter and could not shine farther.
On the bottom and inner wall of the coffin within the coverage area of the light, there were not too many tree roots clinging to them like ivy.
The roots of these trees are covered with downy fungi, which look...
'That's disgusting.'
Silently chanting, Ding Ze's eyes moved slightly, trying to avoid those disgusting fungi as much as possible, and continued to look at the inner wall of the coffin.
In the blink of an eye, he saw a small part of the relief on the inner wall that was not covered by tree roots.
The style of the relief is consistent with the style of the four bronze statues on the top of the tree, and is very realistic.
After a brief look, this part of the relief was very incomplete, and almost no content could be seen. Ding Ze picked up the black gold dagger and cut the roots of the tree nearby.
It didn't take long.
As the tree roots are continuously cut open, the relief gradually becomes complete.
When Ding Ze saw it, he stopped and pretended to look at it.
Not long after, the scene of a group of people casting the bronze tree section by section appeared in Ding Ze's field of vision.
'Using the bronze tree as a contrast, these people in the relief must indeed be giants.'
After reading it, Ding Ze muttered silently and continued to pretend to observe the relief carefully. At the same time, he raised his ears and paid attention to the movement above.
‘It’s almost time for Boss Wang, the fake one disguised as Lao Itchi, to show up.’
‘I don’t know if Boss Wang, the fake boss, will take action against Wu Xie and beat him up after so many changes in the plot.’
Ding Ze is not sure.
To be honest, he quite hoped that Boss Wang and Wu Xie would fight...
'Theoretically speaking, in the original plot, the reason why Boss Wang and Wu Xie fought was mainly because of a misunderstanding, and secondly because Boss Wang suddenly appeared behind Wu Xie. Wu Xie was startled and got off first.
Got it...'
'Then now, the misunderstanding has already existed, and this cannot be changed... The problem is, with me nearby, Wu Xie should not be frightened by the fake Boss Wang... If Wu Xie is not frightened, he probably won't
I will strike first...'
'Unless, I find a way to make Wu Xie feel scared immediately...'
'Speaking of which, I think it's time for Wu Xie to talk to me...'
'Hey, here's the solution.'
His thoughts were racing and he had an idea. Ding Ze remained motionless, facing the relief, and waited patiently.
'Comrade Wu Xie, it will be a good thing for you to get beaten up and let your fierceness come out. Don't blame me.'
Ding Ze was secretly happy and thought so.
Waited for a few seconds.
What should have appeared has appeared.
"Brother Ding, what's going on down there?" Wu Xie suddenly sounded anxious.
When Ding Ze heard this, considering that there were a lot of idiots watching in the live broadcast room, he behaved reasonably, raised his head, followed, moved his ears slightly, frowned, and remained silent.
"Brother Ding?" When he received no response, Wu Xie immediately spoke again, with an obvious hint of nervousness in his tone.
Ding Ze still didn't reply.
One second, two seconds.
"Brother Ding, you...are you there?" Wu Xie asked again, and the nervousness and fear in his words were already full of confusion.
Ding Ze remained silent.
Inside and outside the sarcophagus, a tense, deathly silence suddenly spread.
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[Your ancestor] in the live broadcast room.
Seeing this scene, the spectators were naturally confused and said, "????"
"What's going on?"
"The host seems fine, why didn't you reply on purpose?"
"What is the anchor trying to do? To scare Wu Xie?"
"Probably not. In this environment, it would be too unreliable to play like this..."
"(⊙o⊙)... Thinking about it carefully, the anchor seems to be so unreliable. It is not an exaggeration for him to do such a thing."
"I don't think that's the case. The anchor must have some special purpose for doing this."
"Whoever sees the anchor's true purpose, please come out and explain."
"My majestic friends, it's time to appear."
"..."
In the live broadcast room, the audience was chattering and talking.
In the sarcophagus.
Ding Ze raised his head upward and remained still until the deathly silence gradually spread. After he was sure that Wu Xie was no longer making any noise, he withdrew his gaze, raised his feet, and moved forward along the inner wall of the coffin beside him with gentle steps.
.
When you reach the corner inside the coffin, stop.
'Perhaps, the black technology live broadcast equipment will automatically go up and broadcast the situation on Wu Xie's side.'
Ding Ze thought of this, brought up the system panel, and entered the live broadcast room.
The live broadcast interface is still displayed for the time being.
‘Huh? It doesn’t work? I remember that before, this thing would automatically broadcast live exciting events nearby.’
Ding Ze was a little confused.
As soon as the doubts emerged, suddenly, the content displayed on the live broadcast interface changed rapidly.
In an instant, Wu Xie and the fake Boss Wang who were approaching Wu Xie behind him were broadcast live...
Ding Ze saw it and smiled slightly, 'Hey, I'm just worrying too much. Black technology is black technology.'
With such a silent laugh, Ding Ze took out his cigarettes, held one in his mouth, and then, slowly and slowly, without making any noise as much as possible, he pressed the lighter and lit the cigarette.
After blowing out a puff of smoke, Ding Ze looked at the live broadcast room and waited leisurely for Wu Xie and Wu Xie to start fighting.
He didn't wait long.
In fact, it takes just the blink of an eye.
He then saw the counterfeit boss, Wang, coming behind Wu Xie and stretching the unopened flashlight towards Wu Xie's shoulder.
'coming!'
Ding Ze suddenly became excited and whispered.
As soon as the words are spoken, they are spoken too late and soon.
Only seen.
Wu Xie's shoulder was touched by the flashlight. In an instant, his hair seemed to explode. He held the pistol tightly in his right hand and struck behind him as fast as the wind.
‘Bang!’
The boss of the counterfeit goods king was hit on the head, his body swayed, he lost his balance and rolled to the side.
At the same time, Wu Xie, whose arm was entangled in the roots of a tree because of his violent movements, became extremely panicked and twisted backwards crazily, trying to retract his arm...
With this twist, the flashlight Wu Xie held in his left hand hit the sarcophagus hard, and in an instant, the light disappeared.
"What the hell!!"
Wu Xie cursed, and his body suddenly twisted further and violently, struggling desperately!
at this time!
‘Crack!’
With an ear-piercing crisp sound, the tree roots under Wu Xie suddenly broke.
In an instant, Wu Xie and the fake Boss Wang, who was not far from Wu Xie and had just gotten up, obviously ready to rush to beat Wu Xie, sank together.
See the situation.
Ding Ze in the coffin unconsciously took several puffs of cigarettes.
'how exciting!'
'come on!!!'
Ding Ze became even more excited and said in anticipation.