The identities of Hu Bayi and Fatty Wang as tomb robbers have not yet been announced to Shirley Yang.
In other words, Shirley Yang still doesn't know that they are tomb robbers.
Therefore, when they first heard Ding Ze say the words "grave robber", the two of them felt somewhat guilty and panicked.
At times like this, Fatty Wang's ability to talk nonsense came in handy. Fatty grinned broadly and said, "Of course I know, there are a lot of treasures buried in this desert. In the past few years, there have been many tomb robbers."
Come to make a fortune? In fact, Professor Chen this time..."
Fatty Wang was rambling here and there, and Hu Bayi turned his head and looked at Shirley Yang secretly, but he didn't expect that Shirley Yang, a white, rich and beautiful person with good ears, heard it and was looking this way.
The two people's eyes met exactly.
Suddenly, in the live broadcast room...
"Stop making trouble! What are you trying to do? Is there something going on between Comrade Hu Bayi and Bai Fumei Shirley Yang?"
"I think it's not just cats, dogs, rats, etc., there are probably all of them!"
"Anchor, if you are still in the mood to brag, your beauty will be taken away!"
"Wimpy anchor! How to miss Bai Fumei in online live broadcast, please watch!"
Ding Ze:…..
This group of troll netizens really can’t stand it!
No matter what, keep talking.
"I heard my grandfather say that tomb robbers have a long history. According to the different craftsmanship and rules of finding and robbing tombs, they can be roughly divided into four major categories of tomb robbers."
"The captain who touched the gold, the general who made the mountain, the warrior who removed the mountains, the Taoist who moved the mountains."
"However, in addition to these four categories, there are also many capable people and strangers on this land."
"There is a group of people among them who are very strange. They don't rely on Feng Shui to find ancient tombs. They rely on listening. What do they listen to? Listen to thunder!"
Shirley Yang also came over.
Ding Ze smiled and nodded at Shirley Yang, but continued talking without paying attention.
"I don't know how this group of people developed their skills. It is said that during thunderstorms, because of the ancient tombs hidden underground, a large space needs to be dug underground and then built."
"This leads to the sound of thunder and a strange echo coming from the ancient tomb."
"This kind of echo is blended into the sound of thunder... Those who listen to thunder can judge where there are ancient tombs by listening to thunder!"
"My grandfather even said that some of the most powerful thunder listeners can judge the size and structure of the ancient tomb, how many tomb chambers there are, and even the location of the main hall and side halls based on the sound of thunder..."
Hu Bayi: Σ(⊙▽⊙”a!!!
Fatty Wang: "Old Ding, what you are saying is so confusing. Are you kidding us?"
Ding Ze smiled and shook his head, "Anyway, my grandfather said that. I'm not sure whether there is such a person. But when it comes to smelling the wind, my grandfather relies on this skill to judge the weather and never misses it.
So you have to believe me, we can't rest anymore, we have to speed up and leave quickly, the weather will definitely change tomorrow."
Hu Bayi and Fatty Wang were professionals hired by Shirley Yang at a total cost of 20,000 US dollars.
Ding Ze is just a fellow traveler, and besides, Shirley Yang still can’t trust him.
Therefore, it is impossible for Shirley Yang to just make up a story about Master Lei's strange power and confuse the gods, and let everyone continue on their way.
Shirley Yang had to find An Liman. An Liman was a living map in the desert and was found locally. For Shirley Yang, it was more trustworthy.
Ding Ze saw Shirley Yang and An Liman communicating, but didn't pay attention. Anyway, this was just the first step, and he didn't expect immediate success.
The reason why he said that just now was mainly to pave the way for tomorrow.
When Shirley Yang encounters a sandstorm tomorrow, she will react... I believe that all the distrust will be reduced by at least half, if not all gone.
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At this time, although Hu Bayi owned half of the "Sixteen-Character Yin-Yang Feng Shui Secret" and also mastered the methods of finding ancient tombs such as dividing gold and fixing holes described in the book, before entering the ancient city of Jingjue, he
I have never been to any serious ancient tombs.
Therefore, when I just heard Ding Ze's nonsense about tomb-robbery, I was really curious and wanted to chat and learn more.
Ding Ze felt that since Hu Bayi had just chatted with Shirley Yang, they might have suspected that he was a tomb robber.
Otherwise, who would know about these grave robbings?
This is the same as when a serious person keeps a diary.
However, Ding Ze didn't mind... Along the way, he was also thinking about a question that he was not sure about yet.
Jingjue Ancient City is just a story in "Ghost Blowing Lamp", but looking at the introduction of this game world No. 28, it seems that there is only Jingjue Ancient City.
Then the story behind it is in other game worlds?
If so, then in order to be able to hang out with these two people in the future, he needs to create an identity for himself.
A captain who touches the gold? A general who is a lieutenant in Faqiu? A strongman who removes mountains? A Taoist who moves mountains?
Still, let’s bring out some of the identities in “Tomb Raiders”, but they have to be more advanced and maintain a sufficient sense of mystery.
Ding Ze has heard of it.
Men's sense of mystery is poison to women.
Now looking at Hu Bayi's curiosity about him, it's obvious that mystery is something that kills both men and women.
Hu Bayi came over to chat, and Ding Ze was also happy to chat. Anyway, it was just a matter of adapting to his liking, making up a story, and replacing the protagonist with his grandfather. It was not that difficult.
'Fortunately I have read so many online novels!'
Ding Ze felt very lucky.
…
Shirley Yang went to communicate with An Liman. An Liman knew the desert very well, but this understanding was mainly reflected in the terrain direction and weather. He was not very good at it.
But the old man An Liman is also a monkey spirit, and he speaks very tactfully.
"The weather in the Black Desert changes. It changes at any time. It's hard to judge."
"But, I have heard of the craft of Wenfeng. It seems that there are some strange people who have this kind of ability."
Ding Ze pricked up his ears and when he heard this... he almost couldn't hold back his laughter.
What this little old man said is true!
I'm obviously just making this up, have you ever heard of it?
An Li was afraid of death.
So according to his point of view, it is better to believe that it exists than to believe that it does not exist.
This can be regarded as an unintentional intervention, and indirectly helped Ding Ze. Originally, Ding Ze did not expect that such a deception would be successful.
Now it looks like it's done.
An Liman was the guide. When the guide spoke, Shirley Yang weighed in and the team stopped resting and immediately accelerated on their way.
During this season in the desert, the daytime temperature is high and most importantly, it is extremely dry.
So everyone walked all night, and in a blink of an eye it was early morning on the fifth day.
Ding Ze stretched his body, raised his head slightly and looked at the sky filled with red clouds this morning, smiled, and turned towards Hu Bayi.
I saw Hu Bayi frowning and staring closely at the red sky.
Sensing Ding Ze's gaze, Hu Bayi turned his head and looked over, with obvious surprise on his face.
The fat man saw it and didn't know why, "Old Hu, what's the problem?"
"If the morning glow doesn't go out, the sunset will travel thousands of miles, and the weather will change!"
Fatty: "Damn it! Old Ding, you are not bragging, are you really able to catch wind?"