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MTL - Tomb Raider: Storytelling and Writing, The Mystic Nine is Confused-Chapter 183
The headmaster, who was kneeling on the ground and shivering, kept swaying.
But there was no breathing.
The little maid on the side waited for a while.
Seeing that the prince and the general manager did not speak any more.
He turned his head to look.
It doesn't matter.
"Your Highness? Your Highness?"
The little maid carefully placed her finger under the headmaster's nose.
Not breathing!
Wasn't this still talking just now?
How can you suddenly see death.
On the next side, there is only a blood line on the neck of the manager.
at the same time.
He also found a blood line on the prince's neck.
Could it be that the prince is also dead?
Seeing her helpless.
Can't even discuss Mr. Zhang now?
Sudden death.
"The lord is dead!"
"The lord is dead!"
Several shouts.
The people of the palace immediately swarmed up.
They came to the garden in unison, carefully looking at everything around 480.
Did not find anything wrong.
At this time, Lord Baylor was anxious.
......
Crescent Hotel.
The traces of the fight just now have been repaired, and no traces can be seen at all.
But the scene just now has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
At this time.
Zhang Chen stood up and patted the Xingmu in his hand.
"Everyone, today is the time for storytelling."
Said and looked at the crowd.
Smiling.
Although it was a smile, it seemed a little serious at this time.
Don't be angry.
Everyone sat down in a hurry, and everyone's eyes turned to Zhang Chen on the high platform.
Some people didn't even respond.
Rolling and crawling towards the position.
at the same time.
In the teahouse outside the Crescent Hotel, the crowd was surging, all trying to find a good place to listen to books.
"Brother, let me go, I have sold this location for several months."
"Nonsense, this position is on a first come, first served basis, I'm not short of money!"
At this time, the people on the side were all persuaded.
"Brother, just get out of the way."
This person's persuasion hasn't been set yet, but this group of people persuades, it's a bit wrong.
"Brother, you just came here, this is the only spoken language teacher here."
"Yes, we now rely on him to know what Mr. Zhang said."
The man hesitated and moved out of the way (daaj).
Inside the lobby of the Crescent Hotel.
Zhang Chen's fan closed.
"Everyone, let's pick up the book!"
Everyone held their breath and looked at Zhang Chen without blinking.
"We said last time that Fatty Wang's foot fell into the crack, and a hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed the leg of Fatty's trousers. Fatty Wang was so frightened that he shouted for help."
"Wu Xie and others carefully stepped forward and pulled Fatty Wang out."
"Now that I have finally found this passage that I can continue to walk on, no one wants to give up."
"As soon as everyone came together, they threw a cold firework below. After waiting for a while, they found that there was no movement below."
"Fatty Wang said cautiously: 'How can there be something below this? Logically speaking, this is the tomb above. Could this be another double-layered tomb occupying a magpie's nest?'"
"Wu Xie rarely praised Fatty: 'Okay, Fatty, your experience of going to the tomb is very vivid. It is really possible that this is a double-layered tomb. Logically speaking, the structure of this double-layered tomb is below the structure of the tomb. This layer of tombs is the best.'"
"When Fatty Wang heard this, his eyes suddenly narrowed: 'Innocent! Are there a lot of funerary objects here? We've made a fortune! We've made a fortune!'"
"Everyone counted it up and prepared to go down. For the sake of safety, everyone made an order. Pan Zi and monk Hua who are skilled go first."
"I didn't expect this fat man to have no memory at all. He shouted that he would go down first. Who doesn't know what this fat man is thinking, didn't he just go down and touch two bright objects? Everyone followed his wish."
"Who knows, there is too much movement under the fat man's feet. The long-term plank and the explosion just made the plank and slate under his feet even more fragile."
"Crack! Kick!"
"Wu Xie suddenly realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly said: 'Fatty! Don't move!' Fatty Wang shouted impatiently: 'It's just like a bitch! What's so scary about this.'"
"Then the plank under everyone's feet collapsed at once."
"Wu Xie and the others fell all of a sudden, and the fall was unclear."
"Fatty Wang: 'Who the **** pressed my hand, fuck, don't touch my thigh!'"
"'Who touched your thigh? Could it be a zongzi.'"
"When everyone heard that it was a zongzi, they quickly turned on their flashlights. Monk Hua and the others immediately took out the black donkey's hoof and looked around carefully. The zongzi in the Tiangong Temple must be unusual."
"suddenly!"
"Wu Xie saw that Ye Cheng's face suddenly turned green, and the direction of his eyes was on the top of his head: 'You scared me, is it possible that this thing is on my head?' Wu Xie's voice said trembling inside."
"Wu Xie's heart sank, and suddenly he felt a turquoise head sticking out from his shoulders, with a strange dry face on his head."
"At this time, Fatty Wang and others dug out the remaining flashlights, and the space instantly lit up."
Zhang Chen paused.
The guests in the hall seized the opportunity to start chatting with each other.
"There are zongzi under this mezzanine, but what's with this turquoise face?"
"Could it be the new Zongzi?"
"It's not like it, it's a bit like a zombie from the corpse sect, with a turquoise complexion."
"Wocao, there are zombies in Genting Tiangong, which is a bit unbelievable."
"But Mr. Zhang didn't say that the burial mausoleum was built on this slope, why are there zongzi underneath?"
"Isn't the zongzi only found in the tomb?"
"That's right, doesn't this place no longer belong to the tomb?"
At this time someone said.
"No, no, this is also in the tomb. Although this is a fake treasure cave, there is nothing to say about this Feng Shui. Besides, Mr. Zhang just said that this is just a mezzanine in the tomb."
"Then I don't understand. Since Mr. Zhang said so, this zongzi should be in the tomb. What are you doing on this mezzanine? Could it be true that someone robbed the tomb and stole it into this mezzanine?"
"That might be the case. With Mr. Zhang's luck, what is it to blow up a mezzanine? It is estimated that there is a lot of mystery in it."
"Yes, I also think there is a lot of mystery here, otherwise Mr. Zhang wouldn't talk about it."
Zhang Chen on stage was unable to explain in his heart. Isn't this just based on the plot?
"Mr. Zhang's description is so apt. Will this ancient corpse with green face and fangs be brought back by Mr. Zhang?"
"I won't! I won't! How can Mr. Zhang have such a hobby?"
"That might not be the case."
......
Box on the second floor.
Master Zhang was also stunned for a moment.
"Could it be that this place is really a double-layered tomb like the Lu Palace?"
Qi Tiezui shook his head.
"It's unlikely. If there are double tombs here, then there will be some play. It is estimated that there will be a lot of treasures below."
"Then Lord Buddha, do we still have to move on?"
"still?"
Qi Tiezui asked.
Master Zhang thought for a while and said.
"Let's see what the fifth master has to say."
"Well, indeed, let's see what the fifth master has to say."
"But I have a bad hunch. Even if there is something down there, it's a bit unlucky when it comes out. Mr. Zhang can't say the wrong place, isn't this the burial pit in the tomb? "
"It's possible."
Immediately afterwards, Lord Zhang Dafa made a roll of eyes.
"Why do you ask for good luck or bad luck when you go to the tomb? You are robbing the tomb, or do you do good deeds?"
When Qi Tiezui heard this, he suddenly smiled awkwardly.
But the more unconvinced.
Tomb raiding also depends on auspicious times.
Now that there is no auspicious time for the tomb raiding, who will go down?
"The Buddha, I see this and it is necessary to go back and look around."
"Um?"
Master Zhang asked doubtfully, is this going back? .
Chapter 185 Ancient Shamans!
The tomb was occupied by Jude Kao's group long ago, how could there be any good things left.
Just a joke.