Without my brother's terrifying "joke", everything went well
The fat man pressed the bumps one by one according to the pattern
When the last bump was finished, the fat man put his hands away and took two steps back
The sound of the machine running sounded, and the bulky door slowly opened to both sides, revealing the passage behind
wangyueban（pangzi）Girl, take a picture! Send it to naive
Fatty gestured to Zhang Qiling to go over, but when the other party really passed, he suddenly wrapped around the little brother's neck, imprisoned the other party's movements, and said with a smile
wangyueban（pangzi）By the way, complain to him for me, brother
The little brother actually learned to play pranks to scare him!
He is no longer the bottle cub who was innocent and deceived before!
But then again, thinking about many things that happened before, the attributes of the little brother's evil taste have actually been exposed long ago
It's just that the usual brother is too reliable, making people subconsciously forget his occasional bad taste
Damn, when I think about it, I feel even more sad and angry. Is there any?
qingliHmm~ Are you sure that your complaint will let Wu Xie "crusade" A Ling with you, instead of being laughed at by Wu Xie?
Qingli smiled and spit out the words, making Fatty petrified in place
Yes, according to the innocence of that eccentric brother, maybe he will really laugh at him in turn
Not to mention the Qingli girl, the little brother and the calf, can't be provoked, can't be provoked
The fat man looked up at the sky 45 degrees gloomy
Ah, so, in their group, is he the only one persecuted?!
Damn, this shouldn't be!
qingliOkay, stop playing tricks, fat man, let's go
Qingli looked at the fat man who seemed to have been hit and faded, and said with a smile
wangyueban（pangzi）Got it!
Fatty resurrected on the spot, as if the gloomy person who seemed to be growing mushrooms just now was not him, and walked into the door with steps that six relatives didn't recognize
zhangqiling（xiaoge）Here we go.
Zhang Qiling took Qingli's hand and looked down at her gently
What followed was the boring journey as always, but after walking for more than half a day, Fatty suddenly felt that something was wrong
wangyueban（pangzi）Is it too quiet here?
With a serious look on his face, he turned to look at Zhang Qiling and asked with his eyes
Zhang Qiling didn't speak. After all, he didn't know about this kind of thing himself. After all, he had no memory of this place
huoxiuxiuIs there something wrong? Wouldn't it be nice to be quiet?
Fake Huo Xiuxiu scratched his head and spit out the words, causing everyone present to fall into a peaceful silence
Even Qingli couldn't bear to look at her a few more times
After all, even a layman like her knew that after going through so many difficulties and obstacles ahead, it stands to reason that the closer they are, the more dangerous they should be. However, since they entered from the first door, nothing has happened
In this case, it is likely that the front is holding back some big move, waiting for them
Of course, it is not ruled out that this is the mentality deliberately used by the Zhang family to make the tomb robber's spirit tense
But to be on the safe side, the fat man still took the flashlight and looked around carefully
qingliWait, fat man, move the light up
Fatty did as he said, and soon, a statue appeared in everyone's sight
wangyueban（pangzi）That is?!
zhangqiling（xiaoge）Go, go
Zhang Qiling's tone changed a little obviously, although only Qingli and Fatty could see the "obvious"
The two looked at each other and realized that this was probably an important clue
Rarely, Zhang Qiling actually walked in the front
At the same time, as everyone approached, the appearance of the statue became clearer
The fat man exclaimed
wangyueban（pangzi）Isn't this thing on the relief?!
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