Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

I saw that Wu Ling's fingers fell on the wound of the dried corpse, and the outline of his fingertips was extremely similar to the arc-shaped wound at the wound of the dried corpse.

It was as if something of infinite power had plunged sharp nails into the corpse's skull and dug out his skull.

Thinking of this, Wu Ling's body trembled, and he immediately withdrew his dog paws, and his cold hairs stood on end.

However, before he had time to think about it, suddenly, a strange noise came from the direction of the laboratory table in front of him, and it sounded like the sound of a light object falling to the ground.

"Bang-"

The voice was extremely clear in this silent and eerie environment.

"Who?"

Wu Ling's heart froze, and he immediately turned around and looked back vigilantly.

He was half-crouched, his back slightly arched, and at some point there was an extra iron bar with a little rust in his hand, and the muscles on his body were slightly tense, as if he could attack immediately at the slightest hint of wind and grass.

And when he turned around, he didn't forget to put his hand in front of his brother, looking like a protector.

The two dogs, who were originally stupid, were vigilant at this time like a wild leopard hunting.

It was as if at the slightest movement in front of him he could rush out and slash what might be dangerous.

Wu Xian looked at the arm in front of him, although he was a little surprised by his own brother's extremely sharp reaction speed.

But he also protected Wu Ling for the first time, holding the dagger in his hand, and looking towards the place in front of him that made a sound.

The front was pitched black, and there was no light at all.

After that sound, there was no wind or waves ahead, as if the sound was just trying to attract their attention.

Fear comes from the unknown.

In this environment, no movement can be ignored.

Moreover, there was a dark shadow standing outside the window that drew them in, but it was difficult to tell from the beginning.

Don't act rashly.

Wu Ling froze and cautiously looked ahead with a flashlight.

The light of the flashlight shone through, and there were cluttered lab tables on either side of the front, as well as upside-down chairs and flasks covered in dust and cobwebs.

The flashlight wasn't very bright, and further on, the two of them could only see some vague outlines of the table, but it looked like there was still some space ahead.

Wu Ling looked at the surrounding environment and was quite familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while.

At this time, Wu Xian next to him seemed to see the confusion on Wu Ling's face, and whispered in his ear:

"The last photo in the courier."

Wu Ling was shocked when he heard this, and immediately reacted.

The buildings and equipment on the floor were covered in dust, but if you looked closely, they were almost identical to the scene in the last photo of a human figure in the delivery.

Wu Ling took a breath softly, and the strangeness in his heart almost reached its peak.

He lightly pointed at the dried corpse lying on the ground with the iron rod he got from nowhere, and whispered in his mouth:

"Brother, you said that this benevolent brother can't be

the person in the photo, right?" Wu Xian shook his head when he heard this, and replied softly, "It shouldn't be, the person in the photo should be a woman, and this dry corpse is a man's corpse."

Hearing this, Wu Ling looked down at the corpse next to him with a blurry complexion, and couldn't tell whether it was a male or female corpse, and his mouth was a little surprised and admired:

"Brother, how can you see this?

Wu Ling blinked his eyes, and for some reason, he suddenly thought of an explanation for a sentence.

There will always be something to know when dealing with what to do.

His brain was short-circuited, and his mouth was faster than his brain: "The one who is close to ink is black?"

Wu Xian: "......" He twitched the corner of his mouth, and tapped Wu Ling's forehead with his fingers, his voice was helpless and speechless:

"

I'm still close to Zhu Zhechi, this is called hearing and seeing, and experience accumulation." "

Stinky boy, I think when I go out, I should enroll you in a language and culture class, and a general knowledge basic course and culture class.

Wu Xian's words were very tactful, but the general meaning was to ask Wu Ling, stinky boy, listen to what kind of fart you are talking about?

Wu Ling also reacted at this time, what he just said was indeed a bit like a fart.

He rubbed his nose, coughed in his mouth, looked straight ahead with a serious face, and said with a small mouth to divert attention:

"Sir, I think we can talk about this matter later, or do it matter first, the enemy has not moved for a long time, will we take the initiative to attack?"

Wu Xian looked at his brother's small appearance of 'as long as I am not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed', and chuckled lightly.

Even in this tense and obscure situation.

It seems that as long as Wu Ling is there, there can be fun anywhere.

Wu Xian knew that his brother was changing the topic, but he didn't debunk it, but nodded cooperatively, and tapped the front with a flashlight:

"Let's go, Xiaobing, go over with your parent officer to see what is pretending to be a ghost in front of you."

Wu Ling immediately agreed with both hands: "The chief is domineering and mighty. The

two looked at each other for a moment, then straightened up and walked calmly and cautiously forward.

Reaching the end of the basement, neither of them noticed anything unusual, except for an iron door with a slight rust in front of them.

The door is unlocked and can be pushed open with a single push.

After pushing open the iron door, there is a somewhat narrow corridor in the back.

Inside the door is a corridor that is not very long, and you can see the end at a glance.

But the hallway was pitch black and there was no light, and it looked like a gloomy and accident-prone place in a horror movie.

And for some reason, after pushing the door open, the scorching heat around it suddenly eased.

A chill slowly spread through the basement.

Wu Ling frowned, and the uneasiness in his heart became even stronger.

He took a flashlight and shone it into the corridor, and found that the environment in the corridor was not very good.

It was no longer surrounded by concrete walls, but a brick wall with a potholed black liquid.

There is also some black-brown unknown liquid on the ground that has dried up, and it is emitting a strong stench.

Wu leaned closer to the liquid, gently twisted it with his fingers, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed, and then the expression on his face was a little ugly.

"Human blood. "