Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

"Damn, what's the movement?"

The sudden loud sound made Wu Ling's body tremble lightly unconsciously.

His body reacted almost instinctively, and he immediately grabbed Wu Xian's arm and pulled it behind him.

At the same time, he subconsciously raised his head and looked up at the voice, and found that the voice should have come from the second floor.

This way.

Wu Xian instinctively reached out to protect Wu Ling as soon as he made a sound, and looked up at the same time with him.

The sound above me was still ringing, as if something was gurgling down the stairs in front of me.

However, after about five or six seconds, the sound suddenly stopped.

It was as if something was blocking the rolling object, leaving only a soft "click" sound.

After the scalp-tingling sound ended, the space fell silent.

Only the sound of two breaths intertwined remained.

In addition, at the staircase on the second floor, there is a slight sound of rustling that makes people's backs feel cold in this environment, like the gentle sound of clothes rubbing.

A blink of an eye.

Wu Ling moved his fingers cautiously, and held his breath to shine the flashlight on the steps on the stairs in front of him.

He thought that in such a terrifying environment, something weird and strange would grunt down in order to develop the plot.

It turned out that on the pedal covered with thick dust, only a dusty bottle was left there.

A trace of strange emotion flashed in Wu Ling's eyes, and some tight Adam's apple rolled.

To be honest, the first time he encountered such a thing that was more exciting than a haunted house, Wu Ling was more excited than scared.

After all, most of the ghosts in the haunted house are pretended to be by the staff, and in this world, most of the old brothers who have their own evil families may encounter real ones.

Wu Ling has never seen any other ghosts except for the female ghost sister before.

He wondered if all the ghosts looked like the female ghost sister...... It's very chic, and there is an extremely 'down-to-earth' beauty.

Besides, a real man is to face difficulties and be fearless.

He suppressed his excited little emotions, and gently tugged Wu Xian on his side with his fingers, made an upward gesture with his fingertips, and whispered in his mouth:

"Brother, is this movement made by that black shadow?

He suppressed his excitement and then bent down to pick up a wooden bar next to him, and threw his wrist down the stairs.

With a few clicks, the wooden bar was rolled up the stairs several times in a strange position by a tremendous force.

When Wu Xian confirmed that there were no mechanisms or other abnormalities on the stairs, he relieved himself, nodded and said

, "Okay, when you go up in a while, Xiao Ling, you remember to follow me." "

It's good, it's good. Wu Ling nodded immediately when he heard this

, he looked at the wooden bar, and the emotions in his eyes flashed.

Wu Ling remembered that in some of the movies he had watched before, some bad guys used this technique to attract prey to step on the stairs.

Then, when the prey steps up the stairs and reaches the corresponding position, the hunter hiding in the shadows will quickly activate the mechanism and kill the prey.

Wu Ling's heart moved slightly, and he silently remembered this behavior in his heart.

Then he raised his head, gave a thumbs up to his brother, and whispered praise: "Brother be cautious, give you a thumbs up."

Wu Xian didn't speak, but the corners of his mouth were curved in the dark.

and the upturned little derpy hair on the top of Wu Ling's head, which was twisted by a big hand.

The two of them said they would do it, and sorted out the two pieces of paper on the ground and put them in their backpacks.

Wu Xian glanced at Wu Ling, then held the dagger in his hand and cautiously walked up the stairs in front of him.

Wu Ling also held his own small flashlight and followed closely behind his brother, striving to be a small spotlight that would move on its own while not dragging his feet and rising up.

*However

, just as the two of them stepped up the stairs, at the same time.

On the street of Le'an at the foot of the walled mountain.

A black Land Rover Defender 130 is driving down the street at a galloping pace, braving a raging storm.

Pan Zi sat on the cab, looking like a 'law-abiding' old driver.

He looked at the traffic light in front of him, drove the car and turned into a small lane on the right, and was extremely skilled in avoiding the electronic eye and illegal camera in front of him.

After entering the path, the man with sunglasses sitting in the middle seat reached out and pushed the sunglasses off his face.

The gaze under the hidden lenses was sharp but a little playful and swept the rearview mirror in front of him.

Seeing that there was no vehicle behind the rear of the car.

He raised his eyebrows, put on a Xi smile at the man who was smoking in the driver's seat, and said with deep meaning in his mouth:

"Third master, that tail has been thrown off, but it seems that they should be on the same road with us, but I don't know if they have the same purpose as us." "

The environment in the car was dim and silent.

Wu Sanxing held a burning cigarette butt in the corner of his mouth, and the scarlet cigarette butt illuminated his dark eyes.

After hearing the words, he spat out a puff of smoke rings faintly from his mouth, and the white smoke obscured the vague emotions in his eyes.

After a moment of silence, Wu Sanxing snuffed out the cigarette butt and said in a deep voice to the back:

"After arriving at the place for a while, Lao Qing will go with me, Panzi, you and the black blind man and the little brother will go to another place, Yunxi will stay to answer, and everything will be carried out according to plan."

After he finished speaking, there were several whispered responses from inside the car.

The man called the black blind man hooked the corners of his lips and stretched a little lazily:

"Well, take people's money and eliminate disasters for others, and the blind man will definitely satisfy you."

After saying this, he hooked his long arm and put it directly on the taciturn man next to him who closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, and said leisurely:

"Don't sleep, dumb, get up and work." "

The man he called dumb, when he felt the weight on his shoulders.

The originally closed eyes opened slightly, and there was clarity in the eyes, and there was no sleepiness.

When he opened his eyes, he looked up at the black blind man with a hippie smile on his face.

The plain gaze quietly fell on the arm of the black blind man, and he didn't say a word.

The black blind man was stared at by his extremely indifferent gaze, and hooked his lips disapprovingly.

The eyes behind the sunglasses met him.

A moment later.

Zhang Qiling turned his head and stayed in the torrential rain outside the window for a few seconds.

Then he closed his eyes again, holding the ancient knife in his hand and pretending to sleep.

Seeing that he retracted his gaze like this, the black blind man smashed his mouth weakly, sighed resentfully in his mouth, and said teasingly:

"Worthy of the name, dumb Zhang, so cold?"

Zhang Qiling didn't pay attention to his tricks, and when the black blind man said these words, he didn't even lift his eyelids.

The black blind man was bored with himself, smacked his lips and cocked Erlang's legs, and looked at the scenery outside the window leisurely.

It's just that his arm on Zhang Qiling's shoulder was not returned.

The car fell silent again.

I don't know how long it took.

There were a few sudden roars on the road ahead, followed by several lights.

The black blind man looked through the window at the passing motorcycles, and raised his eyebrows slightly,

"Yo, isn't this place where birds don't a forbidden place for these locals?

"But looking at them like this, they must have come here suddenly for some reason, they didn't even bring a raincoat, not to mention the few cars in the back, the two in front are not cheap."

"Alas, it's just that these people are running too fast, blind man, I still have a batch of good ponchos here that are unsalable, don't want 998, as long as 78 can be packed and taken home, it's a pity." "