Uncle Ming was more disappointed than Fatty. When he heard this, he immediately agreed, "Yes, this is too strange. Logically speaking, this is the second floor, so there shouldn't be nothing.
"
When the fat man heard this, he found a close friend, "Uncle Ming, we two heroes see the same thing!"
For a while, the two of them sang together.
Hu Bayi couldn't help it, "Stop, can you two calm down for a while? This is only the second floor, maybe the third floor will be different."
Hu Bayi frowned slightly, obviously somewhat disappointed with the situation in front of him.
As an original author, Ding Ze was sure of this, so when he saw Hu Bayi's expression, he couldn't help but find it funny, and thought to himself, "Old Hu, Old Hu, you are the one who should be robbing tombs and finding treasures. Now that you have just fallen in love, you are in trouble."
, I feel like I can give up all this for Shirley Yang... As time goes by, I'm afraid it won't work.'
He is actually very curious, if Comrade Ba Chang writes another "Ghost Blowing Lamp 3", how will he write about people like Hu Bayi.
He guessed that these people had probably lived a peaceful life in the United States for a few years, and gradually had no time to spare. They could not help but go back to China to continue robbing tombs and treasures, or they looked for opportunities to hide it from Shirley Yang and come back from time to time.
Go to the ground once.
Thinking of this unconsciously, Ding Ze suddenly felt that if he had nothing to do, he might write "Ghost Blowing the Lamp 3" or something.
The fat man was taught a lesson, and he spoke decisively, "Commander Hu, let me lend you some good advice, please, don't leave any ink marks, hurry down and go to the third floor."
As soon as the words came out, the fat man put down the rope first and started to go down.
Hu Bayi didn't stop him.
About a quarter of an hour later, everyone stood on the floor of the second floor of the demon tower.
At this time, Fatty and Hu Bayi, who were the first to come down, had already smashed the crystal plate in the middle.
Seeing that everyone had arrived, Hu Bayi called on everyone to prepare for sudden dangers as before, and then used the same operation to pry open the floor that was originally held down by the crystal plate.
Not long after.
The entrance to the third floor of the demon tower appeared.
As usual, nothing happened except the rising dust and smoke.
Everyone was silent and gathered around the entrance, looking down.
By the light of the flashlight, everyone quickly took a complete look at the situation on the third floor of the Demon Tower.
Only seen.
There is a big difference between the third floor of the Demon Tower and the first and second floors.
The third floor is almost full of wordless ghost flags with spark patterns. The sparks on the ghost flags are in five colors: blue, white, red, green and black, among which the majority are black.
In addition to the ghost flags, there is a crystal plate placed in the middle of the third floor as usual.
After looking around, the fat man said again, "There are still no treasures... By the way, what are these cloth flags? Why are there so many? They look quite evil."
When Hu Bayi heard this, he explained, "These are wordless ghost flags... There are five colors of sparks on them because..."
Bah bah bah.
"From the number of these colors, it can be seen that in the belief of the demonic country, black represents power. The more black, the deeper the cave, the stronger the power."
After saying that, Hu Bayi looked at the fat man, changed his tone, and joked, "In short, these ghost flags represent the beliefs of the Demon Kingdom, and for us, they are very suitable for making fires for cooking.
"
The fat man obviously didn't expect Hu Bayi to suddenly say such a playful sentence, and was a little surprised. After he came to his senses, he grinned and reached out to pat Hu Bayi's shoulder.
"Commander Hu, is this the right thing? You said you were so serious before, and I feel like I don't recognize you anymore."
Hu Bayi looked at the fat man with contempt and said, "Get out of here, I say be serious when you should be serious and relax when you should be relaxed. Okay, it's almost noon, let's go down, make a fire to cook, and then continue down after we're full."
Regarding this plan, the fat man touched his belly and agreed very much.
The rest of the people had no opinions either.
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We arrived at the third floor of the Demon Tower.
Everyone checked it a bit and determined that there was no danger on this floor.
After finishing the work, Hu Bayi assigned jobs to several men.
The first grade of junior high school was responsible for preparing the ingredients, while Fatty and Ding Ze were responsible for tearing off the ghost flags...
By this time, after a whole morning of work, everyone was actually hungry.
Being hungry is very uncomfortable.
Therefore, within a few minutes, the third floor of the demon tower seemed to have been stripped naked, and there was no longer any ghost flag hanging on it.
In the first year of junior high school, he happily put the ghost flag on the crystal plate, lit it, started a fire, and started cooking.
"If nothing else, this crystal plate is really suitable for cooking," he said jokingly with a rare smile as he was in a good mood on the first day of the year after burning the devil's wordless ghost banner with his own hands.
It should be said or not, but Ding Ze felt that there was nothing wrong with what Chu Yi said. This crystal plate was indeed very suitable for setting up pots and bowls and making a fire for cooking.
"Comrade Chuyi, if the Demon King Izumi knew that you were using this crystal plate like this, he would probably jump out of the coffin and fight for you!"
Ding Ze lit a cigarette and smiled at Chu Yi.
When Chu Yi heard it, he didn't care and smiled brightly, "Then let him do it. If I can have the chance to kill him with my own hands, even if it means death, it will be worth it."
When he said this, Chu Yi showed a yearning look.
When Ding Ze saw it, he couldn't help but clicked his tongue and said silently, 'Is this the power of faith?'
At this time, Uncle Ming couldn't listen anymore and said in a panic, "Boss, let's not talk about jumping out of the coffin and dying in a place like this... What a bad luck, yes
no."
As soon as these words came out.
The fat man, who was lying on the floor with a cigarette in his mouth and almost fell asleep, suddenly jumped up, sat up, and looked at Ding Ze with wide eyes.
"Fuck you, Old Ding, what the hell did you say just now?"
Ding Ze failed to react immediately, "?????"
The fat man explained excitedly, "Don't you know how clever your crow's mouth is? Damn it, now it's better. I'm 100% sure that the crystal corpse on the ninth floor will definitely do it.
move!"
The fat man said categorically.
Ding Ze was stunned.
Is this okay?
I just didn’t say it...According to the nature of the game world, the crystal corpse will most likely move...
Damn it, when the time comes, I might even jump into the Yellow River and not be able to clean myself up.
Ding Ze thought depressedly for a while.
Of course, that's what happened. It's not okay to be scolded by a fat man.
"Go away, I'm talking about the demon king jumping out of the coffin. If that crystal corpse moves, it's none of my business!" Ding Ze replied confidently.
The fat man immediately grasped the point and retorted, "You just said that the crystal corpse moved!"
Ding Ze: "Fuck!!"
At this moment, Ding Ze was really shocked.
When did this fat man become so witty?
Something's wrong.
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