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"My brother's writing is good, right?"
Wang Hao hid in the safe house and boasted for a while, "It must have scared him so much that he was stunned and moaning."
Although, some of the text is plagiarized from a certain online novel.
But... can the things done by scholars be called plagiarism?
This is not what I said, it was Lu Xun who said it!
However, Wang Hao does need an obedient collaborator to complete the major task of "cleaning up anchors."
The current character's physique is only 60, which is too low to even lift heavier objects.
In addition, the technological products of the 1980s are no better than modern fool-proof products and are a bit complicated to operate. You must find a reliable and obedient subordinate to complete all goals.
He didn't know how Pan Hao would react. If he was too stupid, he would find another candidate.
Anyway, it's just a waste of reincarnation. There are a total of 8 people to choose from. The "God of Infinite Resurrection" has unlimited error tolerance and no fear!
With that in mind, I clicked the [Time Acceleration] button.
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Pan Hao didn't get a good rest throughout the night. The panic and terror lingered in his heart. How could he have a good rest?
After all, he did not tell the expedition team about the strange situation he encountered.
Because even if you tell me, it will be useless.
Is it possible that everyone should hide on the speedboat? That would only lead to everyone dying!
It's finally dawn.
At the moment when a glimmer of light appeared, he stood up from the ground and stretched.
He has already made his decision - die as a Taoist friend rather than die as a poor Taoist.
"It's dawn." Pan Hao yawned.
"Yes, man, you got up so early." The night watchman said hello with a smile, "It was calm last night. It seems that we are lucky."
"I went to the boat to get some clothes, and I felt a little cold." Pan Hao shook his slightly stiff body.
The temperature in the early morning was less than ten degrees, which was indeed a bit cold.
"Go, go, be careful."
Pan Hao shrank his neck and walked out of "Ganlu Temple" step by step. Their speedboat stopped about 30 meters away.
Separated by a thick layer of fog, it was difficult to tell the direction. I could only rely on memory to blindly find the location of the speedboat.
Just walking a few steps forward, he suddenly heard the crisp sound of wind chimes.
Jingle bell, jingle bell.
very light.
Ordinary people can't hear it.
This sound came along the breeze.
However, at this moment, the screams of the surrounding insects stopped, and the inertia derived from fate wanted to drag him back into the long river of history.
Pan Hao's pupils shrank, recalling the contents of the letter, and unconsciously quickened his pace.
The speedboat's location has arrived.
After a night of storage, the speedboat was soaked with dew and there was not even a dry place.
Fortunately, their material storage point was wrapped with a layer of plastic paper to protect the large amount of materials inside.
Pan Hao found an empty iron box and got into it.
The sound of the wind chimes gradually became louder, approaching Ganlu Temple.
No, it’s not a wind chime, it’s the God of Death, it’s fate!
Pan Hao didn't dare to express his anger and even tried to hold his breath!
He didn't even dare to look in the direction of the sound, and his whole body showed the symptoms of a dead person. This was a unique skill passed down from his ancestors, called "Turtle Breathing Skill", which is to avoid some weird attacks by feigning death.
The sound of the wind chimes became louder and louder, and he faintly heard panicked shouts and miserable wails not far away.
The distance of 30 meters is too close.
Death was so close that it became difficult for him to breathe and he froze in place.
In just one minute, the expedition team was doomed to be wiped out.
Chapter completed!