The flashlight shining forward reflected, and the end of the corridor was reached.
Zhang Zhuoxun paused slightly, took a deep breath, and said to Wu Xiaoxie and the others: "We may be in trouble."
Hearing what he said, everyone couldn't help but become nervous. They slowed down and walked over bit by bit. Soon, another exploded jade door appeared at the end of the tomb passage.
Wu Xiaoxie trembled all over and reached out to touch the dagger on his waist. His tone was erratic and uncertain: "Mu... Muyu, am I right? That door in front..."
"That's right." Zhang Zhuxun pulled out his knife, walked in a few steps, and looked around. There were still unburned cold fireworks on the floor of the tomb, "We are indeed back."
The fat man was shocked and turned pale. He pointed at several sacks piled together in the center of the tomb. He took a few breaths and was too stunned to say a word.
Pan Zi's face was solemn and he said solemnly: "It seems that there is something strange in this place. We were obviously walking on a straight path, but we turned back at some point."
"Are we hitting a wall with a ghost?" Fatty shouted, and said to Shunzi, "Shunzi, tell your father quickly, educate him, and tell him not to joke with us. We still have to do something.
Let’s get down to business and don’t waste time.”
Shunzi made him very angry, "Don't talk nonsense, it can't be my father."
The fat man glared, "How do you know it's not your dad? If it's not your dad, it must be a few others. You said you, even if you come in to pick up your dad, you don't know how to prepare for a rainy day. Take a few extra sticks of incense to light up these old people and comfort them."
As soon as the old man is happy, doesn’t the road open up?"
Shunzi was dumbfounded, looking at the mummies on the ground, and asked uncertainly: "Is it really these old seniors who are causing trouble? I don't have any fragrance in my hand, why don't I light a few cigarettes and try?"
Zhang Zhu listened as the two of them talked more and more outrageously. The fat man had already taken out his cigarette and was about to practice it. He stretched out his hand to stop him and said: "It shouldn't be the case. I came in before and didn't touch anything when I went out."
"That's because these seniors have been lonely here for ten years and want to keep a few more people as companions." What the fat man said was true. If he hadn't known the original plot, Zhang Zhuxun would have almost believed it.
"Okay." Wu Xiaoxie raised his hand to interrupt them, "There's no point in thinking about it here. Let's try walking again. If we really can't get out..."
Everyone understood what he was saying. Looking at the desperate expressions on the faces of the mummies on the ground, which were as wrinkled as orange peels, they felt more and more uncomfortable.
Zhang Zhuoxun said, "Then let's try again, but this time one person must stay and stand at the door to see if there are any changes in the corridor as everyone walks around."
As for who to let stay, everyone looked at each other with some hesitation.
Those who stay here may be in danger, and among the five of them, Zhang Chuxun has the highest force value now, but ghosts are unpredictable. Who knows whether the purpose of the thing hiding in the dark is to divide them, and then one by one.
Break.
Zhang Zhuxun directly lit two cold fireworks, threw one in the tomb and the other in the corridor at the door, saying: "Go, pay attention to safety."
The fat man frowned and said, "Can you do it alone? How about I stay too, so that we can take care of you."
Zhang Zhuoxun smiled and waved his hand, "No, I'm not a child, so there's nothing to worry about."
"That's okay." The fat man nodded and handed the rifle to Zhang Chuxun, "Can you use it? I don't think I've seen you use a gun before."
Zhang Zhuxun took it, opened the safety, loaded the gun, and said, "No problem."
Wu Xiaoxie nodded and said: "Then you should be careful alone. If you really can't get out, we will be back soon."
After saying that, he called Fatty and the others out of the tomb door.
This trip was much shorter than the first time, only about ten minutes, and Fatty and the others came back out of breath.
Wu Xiaoxie didn't bother to drink water and asked quickly, "How is it? Is there any change?"
Zhang Zhuoxun shook his head, handed them the kettle, and asked them to sit down and rest for a while.
The fat man was extremely anxious, "This bitch must be a ghost. Let's burn two pieces of paper to say goodbye. Shunzi, please kowtow to your father quickly and ask him to discuss with these old people and tell them to stop playing."
We, otherwise we will leave him here and go away."
As he said this, he looked left and right and found the loose book on the ground.
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I tore a few pages from the book, got a marker pen from Wu Xiaoxie's hand and scratched a few strokes on it, then lit it with a lighter and placed it in front of the mummies to make a fire.
"How reliable are you?" Wu Xiaoxie was also in a hurry and went to the doctor at this time. He also went over and tore up two pages of paper and said softly, "No matter how many zeros you write, this is not a ghost coin. What if some elderly people
What should I do if I find out we lied to them and get even more angry?"
"Shh." The fat man winked and said angrily, "If you don't tell me, if I don't tell them, they won't know."
Wu Xiaoxie thought for two seconds and wrote one hundred thousand and one million on the pages of the book in his hand. Then he folded the paper into a shape of an ingot and threw it into the fire, muttering something in his mouth.<
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Zhang Zhuoxun's lips twitched and he looked at the sky speechlessly. He stopped Pan Zi and the other two who were about to follow him and knelt down and kowtowed. "Okay, okay, stop messing around. Wang Zanghai is good at torturing people's psychology with strange and clever techniques.
, we have to calm down and not let him lead us by the nose."
Wu Xiaoxie rubbed his face and composed himself, "You're right, we can't fall for Wang Zanghai's tricks. If you think about it carefully, since it's an agency, there must be flaws."
The fat man also dropped the old book in his hand and gathered around to start thinking, "Hey, tell me, there could be something wrong with the murals on the walls on both sides of the corridor. For example, the paint is poisonous, or it can hypnotize or something, and we all unknowingly
Got hit."
Zhang Zhuxun also sat down cross-legged, took a marker and wrote 13 vertically on the ground, and said: "Why don't we list all the possibilities we can think of and then eliminate them one by one. The last one left will probably be
The reason why we are trapped here."
The fat man clapped his hands and said, "This is a good method. Let me start by saying that the first one is the one who hits the wall."
Zhang Shuxun followed his words and wrote, "The second and most likely mechanism, what else."
Shunzi said: "As the fat boss said before, there is something affecting our feelings, such as hypnotic suggestion."
The space was small, so Zhang Shuxun simplified it and wrote only the word "illusion".
Wu Xiaoxie frowned, "In theory, it's probably space folding."
"Who else?" Zhang Zhu asked.
Pan Zidao: "Is there such a possibility that everything we see is an illusion, and we were fooled a long time ago."
Hearing Pan Zi say this, Wu Xiaoxie immediately thought of the scenes that were both real and fake that he encountered in Qinling Mountains, and suddenly felt a chill on his back and his hair stood on end.
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