Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

At this time, in the Yuanshan school.

Wu Lingzheng grabbed the back hem of his brother's clothes and tiptoed up the steps to the second floor.

The staircase treads are made of marble, and the shoes make a crisp "click" sound when they step on the pedals.

In addition, the doors and windows on the second floor should be blocked to death, and there is no light around at all.

Only the white glow of the flashlight reflected the dark road ahead.

In this gloomy and dim environment, a slight but obvious sound sounded in my ears one after another.

Inexplicably, it makes people feel cold in their backs and panic.

Because Wu Xian often goes to the ground to dig for sand, he doesn't feel anything unusual in this dark and dull environment.

Wu Ling was different, although he had been in this world for a few months.

But except for the first time he met the female ghost sister, he didn't encounter anything strange.

His mentality and thinking are still the ordinary people who laughed all day long and had no heart and lungs in his previous life.

It's so exciting and gloomy all of a sudden, and there is an evil family next to it.

There is also a dark shadow on it that I don't know if it's a human or a ghost.

With the blessing of these three buffs.

To be honest, although Wu Ling was not very afraid, he was actually a little panicked.

Therefore, he could only tense his cranial nerves as much as he could, vigilantly paying attention to his surroundings.

Wu Xian may have sensed his brother's nervousness when he walked up the stairs.

He kept holding Wu Ling's wrist with his hand, trying to keep him close to his body.

The two brothers calmly walked cautiously to the middle of the stairs.

An abrupt mobile phone rang suddenly.

"Jingle bell-"

The sudden loud sound startled Wu Ling, who had been tightening the strings in his head, and his hand directly grabbed Wu Xian's shirt.

Wu Xian was also taken aback, but his strong psychological quality caused him to calm down quickly.

He patted the frightened fried child in front of him, and said soothingly:

"It's okay, it's okay, it seems to be your mobile phone ringing." "

Mobile phone ringtones?" Wu Ling raised his little head from his brother's chest when he heard this.

He wrinkled his nose and glanced down at his trouser pocket, realizing that his phone was indeed on.

"Frog fun, really, who sent me a message at this time? It's a shame that I don't have a heart attack, otherwise I would have killed him.

Wu Ling muttered quietly, frowned lightly, and reached out to take the phone out of his pocket.

After Wu Xian's voice sounded, in addition to subconsciously protecting his brother, he swept upstairs with a flashlight.

When he noticed that the hallway on the second floor above the stairs was pitch black, and there was no one in sight.

He took his gaze back, then looked down at his brother, and asked softly, "Who sent it?"

Wu Ling was also a little puzzled, there were only two friends on his phone besides his own brother.

Usually, although Brother Wang Meng will find himself to play games, but because he is always wanted by someone, he has a trumpet.

In the past few days, Brother Wang Meng has been working hard to increase his force value, so it shouldn't be him.

Could it be the cold-faced kid he just added?

He thought as he pressed the phone screen.

But just when he pressed the phone screen open, he didn't have time to read the content on it.

A loud sound suddenly came from the originally silent second floor.

"Bang dang!" Wu

Ling was so frightened by this sound that his hand shook, and the phone fell directly on the stairs, making a crisp sound.

"I'm going, what's going on?" The

sound of shattering from above was still coming out, and it sounded like someone was smashing a huge object into the wall frantically.

Wu Ling swallowed his saliva and picked up the phone from the ground.

However, although he was frightened, he reacted quickly.

He glanced at Wu obliquely next to him.

Wu Xian reached out and grabbed his wrist, and then the two of them quickly ran upstairs in unison.

The huge sound above kept on, and the loud sound caused Wu Ling not to notice that the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly lit up, and a subtle ringtone sounded.

The stairs of the school are not long, about 20 steps, and the two of them are already in the middle of the corridor.

So it didn't take more than three seconds, and the two of them quickly ran to the aisle on the second floor.

The hallway on the second floor was dark, there was almost no light, and there was a strong smell of damp and moldy in the air, which made people panic.

And I don't know if it's a coincidence, or if someone is deliberately playing a game of cat and mouse with them.

After the two of them ran to the second floor, the non-stop sound suddenly disappeared.

Wu Xian protected Wu Ling behind him, and carefully took a flashlight to shine around.

But he was a little surprised to find that the doors of the rooms on both sides of the corridor were almost violently torn apart, leaving only wooden strips all over the floor.

Only the door in front of it, which said Teacher's Office, was tightly locked.

He narrowed his eyes and carefully bypassed the cobwebs beside him.

He was about to pull his brother and go over to look at the door in front of him, but he suddenly felt that his clothes were tight, and then Wu Ling's voice was a little surprised.

"Brother, look here, there seem to be words on this wall.

When he ran into the corridor, Wu Ling glanced sharply at the wall next to him, and there seemed to be a touch of red.

He let out a soft "huh?" in his nose, turned his head to take a closer look, and found that it should have been graffiti with red paint.

However, because of the age, the traces on it have been mottled and blurred, and it is difficult to identify.

And the marks on it said that it looked like it was sprayed with red paint, but the walls inside were dented again.

It's like something was carved into these walls and then sprayed with red paint.

And the marks on it are strange, crooked, and look like some kind of weird font or strange pattern.

Wu Ling wrinkled his nose and looked at the marks on it with extremely serious eyes.

However, less than three seconds later, his chubby little face couldn't help but have some self-doubting little expressions.

What kind of thing is this?

I know it horizontally, and I know it vertically.

Why can't he understand anything when these horizontal and vertical strokes are added together, is it because his cultural level is too low?

When Wu Ling thought of this, he "hissed" in his heart, and thought a little sullenly: "

How do you feel as if you are a little sorry for the motherland's nine-year compulsory education and the cultivation of the party and the people?"

However, his negative emotions didn't last for a second, and he thought in a blink of an eye that although he was uneducated

, his elder brother was a serious undergraduate graduate! Moreover, his elder brother was educated, and he could do construction projects, business

, and sand, and he knew everything! Wu Ling thought of this, the little derpy hair on the top of his head curled, and his eyes were bright and he dragged his cultural relics font Xiao Baidu:

"I can't understand the words on it, brother, take a look." "

Words?"

Wu Xian's heart froze when he heard this, and he withdrew his gaze towards the teacher's door, and instead looked down at his brother's fingertips.

Sure enough, under the paws of his brother's white dog, he saw a few crooked words painted with red paint.

When Wu Xian saw the words on it, there was no reaction on his face at first, but after a while, his expression became more and more solemn.

Wu Ling rubbed next to him, and he clearly noticed the change in the expression on his brother's face.

He stretched out his little finger and poked him gently: "Brother, what is written

on it?" Wu Xian shook his head, pondered for a moment and frowned and said: "The words on this should be the Han Dynasty period of the funeral script, this kind of font is very rare, I can't recognize it all, I can only understand a few words."

Wu Ling blinked his eyes, although he couldn't understand it, it sounded so advanced.

"Then what's written on it?" Wu

Xian looked carefully at the crooked marks on the wall, and his face was a little strange: "The content on this should be a string of numbers recorded."

Wu Ling tilted his head suspiciously, and also looked at the words closely, and asked puzzledly:

"Numbers? Isn't it good to record this kind of thing in an ordinary font? Why do you use such a complicated font? According to what you said, basically no one has seen this kind of font, who can understand the words on it?"

After Wu Ling finished saying this, he didn't react at first, but suddenly he had a taste in his heart, his heart tightened, and he looked up at Wu Xian.

It just so happened that at this time, Wu Xian was also looking down at him.

The two of them glanced at each other, and the thoughts in their hearts shook at the same time.