Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

"Otherwise?" Wu Ling looked at Wu Xian with a strange expression, as if he had reached something.

He made an "ah" in his mouth, bumped Wu Xian with his arm, and said with a teasing face

: "Stinky brother, are you afraid that you will be pickled, I dislike you, so you have a little inferiority?"

After saying this, Wu Ling seemed to confirm something, his big eyes blinked, and he smiled in his mouth:

"Don't worry, stinky brother, if you are really smoked, I will definitely not dislike you."

"Just to work my nose, can you give me a better snack to rise? Can I eat four meals a day? Can I eat two sweets per meal?"

Just when Wu Ling was fantasizing about his better life in the future.

Wu took a step forward with his long legs, and his arm directly wrapped his arms around the small paws that stretched out towards him.

Then he flicked Wu Ling's forehead with his fingers, "What do you want to do? Eat two sweets at a time, are you afraid that you won't get tooth decay?" "

And that snack, you forgot who ate snacks before and ate them in the middle of the night, and your stomach was so uncomfortable that you almost rolled on the ground, and you had four meals a day."

"I don't think you want to have a snack, you still want to toss me, let me rub your stomach for a night."

Wu Ling pouted, covered his forehead and said unhappily: "Can't you think about it?"

Wu Xiantie said ruthlessly: "No, unless you don't toss me when your stomach is uncomfortable when you eat snacks." "

Cut. Wu Ling angrily stretched out his hand and patted Wu Xian, and said with a resentful face:

"Stinky brother, you are so stingy, I don't dislike you all over your body, you actually dislike me for eating snacks and tossing you, is there any brotherhood? Is there any brotherly love?" "

Brother, you have changed, you are no longer the old brother who put me first in everything before, you don't care about me anymore, sure enough, you men don't cherish it when you get it, bah, scumbag!".

As he spoke, Wu Ling seemed to have seen through Wu Xian's original appearance, his little eyes rolled, his small mouth pursed, and he hummed him angrily.

Wu Xian twitched the corners of his mouth, he looked at the angry child in his arms, reached out and pinched his pouting mouth

: "Stinky boy, I'm wondering if I should really enroll you in a cultural and language course after I go out

?" "Who did you learn from this angry appearance

?" Wu Ling slapped Wu Xian's hand away, and hummed a few words angrily: "It's not good to be self-taught?"

Wu slanted his lips slightly and looked at the child in his arms without temper.

"Hmph. Wu Ling was blushed a little by Wu Xian's appearance of watching a child play a temper, and secretly wondered if he was a little hypocritical?

He glanced at his brother, and the little caution in his heart disappeared in an instant.

Hypocrisy is hypocrisy, anyway, the stinky brother is willing to spoil himself, hehe.

Wu Ling figured this out, and Mei Zizi bent down to pick up the flashlight that fell to the side.

He glanced at the dim light of the fallen light, and slapped it vigorously with his little paws.

The flashlight, which was originally a little unstable due to the huge collision, made a few sizzling electric current sounds under his pounding, and then immediately returned to its former brilliance.

Wu Ling turned on the switch a few more times, and finally nodded with satisfaction.

Wu Xian looked at him with a smile: "Our young master's skills in repairing things are good."

"Want to learn?" Wu Ling's eyes rolled, he grimaced at Wu Xian, stuck out his tongue and said, "I won't teach you."

Wu slanted and pinched his face with a smile.

Wu Ling frowned, slapped Wu Xian's hand away, and preached with a serious face: "Stinky old brother, can you be as mature and steady as me? Don't always pinch my face, what if you pinch me ugly?"

Wu Xian raised his eyebrows, and then before he could speak, he heard his little ancestor say:

"By the way, brother, what was written on that piece of paper just now? I haven't looked at it yet."

Wu Ling stretched out his hand and patted his face, with a pair of curious big eyes, he took a flashlight and looked at the crumpled paper in Wu Xian's hand.

Wu Xian didn't say anything yet, and he was suddenly choked in his throat, and he couldn't get up or down.

He rubbed the head of the puppy in front of him helplessly, and sighed: "I haven't seen it yet, let's take a look." The

little derpy hair on the top of Wu Ling's head shook: "Okay."

Wu Xian shook the origami paper that was crumpled by himself in his hand and handed it to Wu Ling.

Wu Ling grabbed his arm and looked at the words on the origami, but was a little surprised to find that the origami was full of small characters that seemed to be written with a fountain pen.

It reads as follows:

[I don't know who you are, but when you read this line, I'm sure you've been involved in this matter.]

The courier is the last insurance procedure we have set up, and the courier is sent, which means that I have disappeared from the contents of the courier, or I have to leave the city.

Either way, it means I won't be coming back here, so the fish-patterned bronze bird and the photos, along with the address on the sticky notes, will lead you here.

I don't know which of us you are, or which of our descendants.

But when you come here and find this letter, I want you to be 'our' people.

If you are a member of our Nine Gates, then the password in the purple gold box should not be difficult for you.

The box contains all the secrets I've collected about that event over the past decade or so, as well as the locations we haven't had time to explore.

I leave it to you, and you can learn from it what you want to know.

However, I would like to remind you that there are some great secrets involved in the contents.

These secrets are what we have paid for in blood, and if you are caught up in the matter, there is no escape.

So, I hope you will continue to investigate on our behalf.

Reading this, perhaps you should be a little indignant, why let our responsibility fall on you.

This may be useless for us, but it is also the duty of our fellow Nine Gate people.

Our generation or the people of the previous generation have spent decades or even hundreds of years still not breaking with 'it'.

I hope that by your generation, the time will come when you can make a break with 'it'.

There are two paper cranes in total.

If you see this one first, then the next one should be the next map of the book.

I had found the map in the possession of a man, and I had no choice but to divide it into four parts, two in my possession, and two copies to two trusted men.

If they're found by 'it', then these two maps in my hands are the final breach.

I have a hunch that the locations on this map are likely to be closely related to that secret.

The secret in the box, the fortune and misfortune are uncertain, life and death are unpredictable, I hope you will do it yourself, and everything will be healthy. ]