When Lord Fatty heard the news, he was very excited. Finally, it was not a dead end. This was great news!
"However, we have to be careful next. This senior died in this burial pit, and there are so many scratch marks on his body. I believe this monster will appear at any time.”
Wu Xie asked.
Now that Zhang Qilin was here, they would feel much more at ease. Ian was also quite skilled and was enough to protect them. However, having more people meant having more people to take care of.
"Did you hear little brother's voice?”
"Not yet, but I've already sent him a private message. I'm not sure if he'll receive it.”
Wushou was still working on repairing the recorder.
Ian looked at it and a new idea came to his mind.
"We found a tape recorder in the tomb, which means that the archeological team came prepared. They came here specially to listen to the thunder. They found out about the thunder outside and then came to the South Sea King's underground palace.”
Lord Fatty was puzzled.
"Then what attracted them here? Why did they have to come here? Is there anything special here?”
"This is the mystery we are here to solve. The only thing we can do now is to listen to the thunder here. Only then can we know what the archaeological team experienced back then. So the tape is very important. We have to listen to the thunder here to know.”
Wu Xie agreed with this idea, but this recorder had been in the market for many years, so it needed time.
Taking advantage of this time.
"Ian, why don't you go out and look for the young man first? Leave this recorder to me.”
"Okay, remember to keep in touch.”
Ian began to search along the periphery of the burial pit to see if he could hear Zhang Qilin's signal.
It had already been half a day, how could Zhang Qilin still not come over? This Liu Sang must be causing trouble.
This Liu Sang did have some real skills, but his character was not good.
Wu Xie continued to repair the recorder.
Wuxie was still quite capable. After all, he was a top student who graduated from a famous university. He had not arrived an hour before his appointment with Ian.
Wu Xie took out the battery from the flashlight and put it into the tape recorder. The tape recorder had been repaired and could be turned.
"It's fixed."
Lord Fatty sighed.
"Impressive. I'm impressed. I really envy you college students. You can even repair a recorder from 30 years ago.”
Wu Xie put all the parts back into place, closed the recorder, and turned on the switch.
"Then I'll start."
"Yes."
The two of them sat around the tape recorder and began to listen to the contents of the tape.
" Test, test, April 1st, 21:39, recording of thunder in the archaeological main hall of the South Sea King Underground Palace. First time, thunder intensity 110 decibels, TL greater than 90. The tester is Yang Daguang."
Of course, they were familiar with this name.
"D * mn, that brother surnamed Yang."
"Shh, don't talk."
Wu Xie stopped Fatty.
The voice continued to come from the recorder. It was a woman.
"Xiao Yang, wait. You've connected the wrong wire. You should do this. Didn't your school teachers teach you?”
"Professor Chen taught me this."
Wu Xie repeated the name when he heard it.
A rustling sound came from the recorder.
Another voice came from inside.
"Turn it off, turn it off."
Suddenly, the decibel indicator of the recorder in front of them spun rapidly to the right.
His voice seemed to have increased by a few decibels.
Wu Xie said.
"Do you still remember what we saw in Yang Daguang's treasure cave? The well wall inside was full of reeds. The sound just now should be the sound of thunder resonating with the reed.”
Yang Daguang's voice sounded again.
" The thunder formed an indistinguishable sound within four seconds after the yellow film was shaken. The team's paleolinguists have concluded as follows. The vibration sound is very turbid. It is recommended to clean the reed.”
Wuxie made his judgment.
"They must be translating the thunder. The woman we saw in the photo was Chen Wenjin. She learned the ancient language.”
" April 2nd, 22:50 pm. Archeology of the South Sea King's Underground Palace. This is the sixth recording of Thunder. We are about to welcome the biggest thunderstorm in a while. Everyone, get ready.”
"Kacha, kacha."
The sound was intense and the decibel level increased.
What the two of them did not notice was that the corpse behind them suddenly had a slight movement.
The two of them were listening to the voice on the tape recorder.
A very frightened voice came from inside. This voice was actually somewhat similar to Mu Xuehai's.
Wu Xie recalled that when Mu Xuehai saw the tidal flat, he had also cried out in fear.
"Don't listen to the thunder, you'll die if you listen to it. Don't listen to the thunder."
Wu Xie quickly turned off the recorder.
"This voice is very familiar. It seems to be Mu Xuehai's.”
"Yes, it's him. Quick, quick, quick, let's listen a little more. We'll have an important clue soon.”
Wu Xie turned on the recorder again.
"Mu Xuehai, are you crazy? Get down!"
The voice stopped abruptly.
Wu Xie's eyes widened as he heard Wu Sanxing's voice.
"Third Uncle."
Wu Xie was very excited. He quickly adjusted the equipment, turned on the recorder again, and listened to the recording again.
"Don't listen to thunder, don't listen to thunder. Listening to the thunder will kill you, listening to the thunder will kill you."
It was Mu Xuehai who stopped him.
"Mu Xuehai, what's wrong with you?”
The same words.
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