Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

"Oh me, what is this?" Wu

Ling was startled, and his body instinctively dragged Wu Xian next to him and stuffed it behind him, his eyes all focused on the grimace in front of him.

I saw that the grimace in front of me should be a dried corpse that had been dried and only had a layer of gray-brown skin.

The whole body of the dried corpse was gray-brown, and its face was extremely distorted and hideous, as if it had undergone some kind of torture, and its expression was extremely fearful, desperate, and even a trace of resentment, and it looked extremely mad.

There was a large hole in the skull of the dried corpse, which was dark, and the wound at the wound was cut flat, as if it had been directly opened with some sharp weapon.

And the two arms of the dried corpse, which were so dry that there was only a layer of skin left, stretched forward stiffly, and the fingers were slightly hooked, looking as if they could attack immediately, which was extremely terrifying and terrifying.

Except for the female ghost sister last time, this is the first time Wu Ling has seen such a terrifying thing so directly.

When he saw the dried corpse in front of him, it looked like he was about to pounce on him at any time to ask for his life.

Out of the instinct of defense, Wu Ling's fingers subconsciously smashed the little yellow duck helmet in his bag on the grimace in front of him with a great force.

At the same time, he exclaimed, and sometimes said in disgust: "I'll go, what is this? Why is it so ugly?"

With Wu Ling's voice falling, only the sound of "Peng" was heard.

The little yellow duck helmet in his hand smashed directly on the forehead of the dried corpse.

Because Wu Ling didn't spare his hand this time.

The dried corpse fell from the chair and fell to the ground with a "snap".

Suddenly, the dust on the ground was splashed in all directions.

When Wu Ling hit the flashlight on that grimace.

Wu Xian also noticed the face.

When he saw the grimace, his face was slightly startled, and the blade in his hand flipped over, as if he was about to strike.

However, when he was about to make a move, he noticed that the grimace in front of his face seemed to be a little strange, and the dagger in his hand stopped slightly.

He took a closer look by the light of his brother's flashlight on the side.

I found that the grimace in front of me should be a dried corpse that had been dried by the extremely hot temperature in this space, and had completely lost its mobility.

Seeing this scene, Wu Xian's heart was slightly relieved, and the dagger that had already been shot was withdrawn from his fingertips.

However, before he could speak, he only felt a tightening of his wrist, a warmth in his chest, and then a loud noise in his ears.

After the voice, Wu Xian only felt a flower in front of him.

When he came back to his senses, he took a closer look and found it.

The hideous-looking dried corpse in front of him and Wu Ling was planted from the dusty chair in front of him in a dog-eating posture.

When the dry corpse was planted, it was because the legs were curled up together for a long time.

So this caused the dry corpse to fall to the ground, and the two legs on the waist were directly stunned, like two green onions.

Wu Xian: "......"

He blinked, and his eyes were a little stunned as he looked at the funny appearance of the dried corpse in front of him when it fell to the ground.

For the first time in these days, the expression on his face was a little overwhelmed.

"I'll go, brother, what the hell is this?

After Wu Ling threw the helmet in his hand out, he was frightened and returned to his sanity a little.

He wrinkled his face and took the flashlight and glanced at the corpse on the ground, but he was shaken by an ugly face, and his mouth snorted:

"Mom, good guy, this brother is really unique, it's just a knock to open the door and knock home."

"Is the threshold for appearance in the ghost world so low now?"

After Wu Ling finished saying this, Wu Xian next to him twitched the corners of his mouth a little speechlessly, and he was still a little funny in his heart.

It was the first time he had heard someone say that something was ghostly.

It's also the first time I've seen someone who can smash a dried corpse into two pillars with a helmet.

He forced an untimely smile, reached out and patted Wu Ling in his arms, who was standing on his chest like a mother chicken protecting her chicks:

"Okay Xiaoling, don't panic, this is not a ghost, it's a dried corpse, and it looks like it's been dead for a long time." "

Ah, dry corpse?" Wu

Ling heard this, and the little hair on his head curled.

He wrinkled his nose and took a flashlight to take a closer look at the ugly grimace in front of him.

The pale light shone on the grimace on the ground, illuminating the hideous outline of the corpse's face.

And its brown body, which shrunk to the point of being extremely deformed, but motionless.

"Oh, good guy, it's really a dried corpse, so is the smell in this room coming from him?" Wu Ling's

nose moved lightly when he said this, and then he covered his nose with disgust, and waved his other hand under his nose:

"Good guy, this smell is as good as that of biological weapons, but brother, I'm a little curious, how did you say that this ugly brother is here?

Thinking of this, Wu Ling couldn't help but touch his chin and said with a strange

expression: "This welcome ceremony is too special, isn't it?" If you have a heart attack, you can't come to the Deluxe Edition of the Underworld to enjoy it?"

Wu Xian: "......"

He looked down at his brother's face, and the little expression on his face was so serious that he really thought that this dry corpse was going out to pick up customers.

He looked at the dried corpse that his brother called Choubula.

After being silent for a long time, Wu Xian couldn't bear to look directly at him and raised his hand to wipe his face.

Really, at this time, he was very curious, why did his brother's brain circuit burst so much every

time? This time he went out to greet customers, so will he be able to go out to pick up customers next time

? How did his little head come up with these wonderful ideas? This is too bizarre.

Wu Xian took a deep breath, raised his hand and rubbed the little head melon in front of him who was thinking seriously, and said with a smile in his mouth:

"Don't think about it, stinky boy, why do you have so many strange ideas?

Wu Ling skimmed, he protected

his head melon seeds, and said in his mouth: "Stinky brother, don't touch my wise head melon seeds, what if you touch stupid?"

Wu Xian ignored his child's wrinkled face, reached out and rubbed a handful of dog heads, and said in his mouth: "It's still the same sentence, stupid for me to raise."

When he was rubbing Wu Ling's dog's head, his eyes inevitably saw the extremely strangely shaped dried corpse in front of him.

Because of the angle, Wu Xian's gaze fell directly on the wound of the dried corpse's head.

"Huh?"

Looking at the wound on the head of the dried corpse, Wu Xian's eyes, which originally had no unusual emotions, suddenly froze.

Then the expression on his face was a little solemn.

Wu Ling saw that the expression on Wu Xian's face was a little strange

, and asked in his mouth: "What's wrong, is there something wrong?" Wu Xian frowned and nodded, and said in his mouth: "Well, this wound looks like something is wrong." So

saying, he crouched down and carefully examined the wound on the dead corpse's head from a distance.

The wound on the head of the dried corpse was strange, rounded in shape, and the edges were not neat.

The wound did not appear to have been caused by a blunt instrument such as a hammer, nor did it appear to have been cut by a conventional knife.

It's like tying together a multi-edged dagger with many tiny blades.

Then he thrust the blade into the brain of the dried corpse, and then dug out the skull.

Wu Ling next to him, after Wu squatted down, he also squatted down.

His eyes fell on the wound of the dried corpse, and he watched carefully.

After a while, Wu Ling looked at the wound on the head of the dried corpse, and a strange feeling rose in his heart.

He licked his little tiger teeth and sighed in his heart.

I'll go, won't I?"

he gestured with his finger over the head of the dried corpse, tentatively.

When his finger stretched out, Wu Xianfu next to him thought of a certain possibility.

He narrowed his eyes, and a thought rose in his mind.

A moment later, when Wu Ling's fingers were placed on top of the corpse's head.

The two people present gasped at the same time.

Wu Ling's pupils shrank: "I'll go."

The expression on Wu's face was not good: "This is ......."