Uncle Fatty, That Mummy Is Alive
"The higher-ups have seen it, but there's nothing. The broken weather station has been abandoned for many years!”
Fatty Wang walked down from the top with an unlucky face, shaking his head. Not only did he not find anything, but he was also rebuffed.
He had seen this place before. It was big enough, but it was very old and messy.
Although he knew that Third Uncle Wu wouldn't just leave a piece of land behind, he couldn't just say what he had. It was really tiring to keep doing these mysterious things.
Fatty Wang shook his head." Sigh, naive. Your Third Uncle treats you very well. He's letting you retire. After you clean up, the rest of your life will pass."”
Looking at Wu Xie who was squatting on the ground and Wang Xuan who was standing close to the cabinet, he teased,""Let's just open a secret room to escape. Don't just look for the three of us, let's all look for it.”
"When the time comes, we'll set up a secret room behind this cabinet. There will be three words written inside.”Fatty Wang gestured with his hands, then bent down and tilted his head to compare the approximate size.
Wang Xuan, who was leaning against the cabinet, nodded in agreement. Then, he knocked on the cabinet."See? It's been more than ten years, but this cabinet is still sturdy!”
"You brat, this is a sturdy bird. Look, there's a hole inside!”Fatty Wang was pleasantly surprised. Sigh, sigh, sigh. Sigh, Wuxie!"
"What's wrong?" Wu Xie, who was reading the document below, stood up and saw Fatty Wang's flashlight shining on the big hole. There was a mezzanide inside.
In the secret chamber, Wu Xie was delighted.
"Fatty, it's said that one will only be lucky if they step on dog shit when they go out. Could it be that your mouth…"
Before Wu Xie could finish, Fatty Wang pushed his head with his hand,""Do you believe that I will make you a plate when I go back?”
"You two are really enough!" Wang Xuan held his forehead and said helplessly,"Someone save me!"”
"Stop fooling around and open it quickly!" Wu Xie urged.
As soon as they opened the secret room, before the three of them could enter, they smelled a rotten smell and saw a figure.
The figure was wearing old clothes and sitting straight on a red chair beside the table. He was facing the window that was sealed with wooden boards. More accurately, he was looking down at the messy things on the table under the lamp.
The three of them walked towards the back, and the front of this person entered their eyes. At first glance, he looked like a skinny person, but on closer inspection, he was a dried corpse!
He had been dead for too long, and his body had already melted. Some parts of his body had already been charred black.
Wu Xie looked at the lighter on the table, Fatty Wang picked up the bronze plate on the table, and Wang Xuan looked at the bell on the table.
The bell looked like a bell. Wang Xuan had seen it before. The bell in the tomb of the South Sea King Musician looked like this. It was from the Han Dynasty.
A breeze blew in from the window, and the bell and the wind made a slight sound.
"Wang Xuan, Wang Xuan, come here. In front, it's in front. He will live...!”
This voice was very old. It was not Fatty's voice, nor was it Wuxie's voice. It was an unfamiliar voice that he had never heard before.
Halfway through his speech, the voice became extremely noisy. It was as if he was in a bustling market, and there were shouts everywhere.
Wang Xuan looked at the old bacon sitting in front of him and shook his head. Only then did the chaotic sound end!
"F * ck, this thing actually preserved the voices of passersby!”Wang Xuan cursed in his heart. Then, he moved his eyes away from the bell.
Wang Xuan was very sure that he had been hit. It was the sound of the bell and the wind, and the passersby were people who had died in the past.
In the past, Wang Xuan did not know what level his hearing had reached. Now, he could roughly guess that his hearing had touched the critical point of Yin Hearing.
Those with Yin Hearing could hear voices from the netherworld, and those with higher levels could hear the secrets of thunder. However, if they heard too much, they would be different from others. Some people would go crazy, while others would be bewitched by the voices.
Wang Xuan took out a tissue from his pocket and covered his ears to prevent himself from being disturbed by the noise again.
"This, bronze plate!" Fatty Wang picked up the bronze plate on the table. It was covered in a thick layer of dust. After wiping it clean, the word 'province' was written on it. He looked at Wu Xie with a solemn expression.
"This is your bronze plate." Fatty Wang handed the bronze plate to Wu Xie.
"Save it." As he spoke, he wiped the dust off the lighter and flipped it over. There were three words engraved on it. He was too familiar with the handwriting.
He had carved this font on his third uncle's lighter when he was young.
Third Uncle is dead? Third Uncle is dead? Didn't he send a message? How could he have died just like that? Wu Xie instantly broke down.
"No, impossible! This must be a trap set up by someone to make me think that Third Uncle is really dead!”
As he spoke, his emotions exploded as he wanted to find evidence that Third Uncle Wu was still alive. He looked at the locked drawer in front of him. He wanted to find evidence, but he did not care if he could open it.
"Why? Why did you give me hope and make me despair? Why?" Wu Xie's hand shook the drawer frantically.
"Naive, calm down!" Wang Xuan's hand was slapped away by him.
"Calm down, naive. Can a lighter prove that he's Third Uncle? Naive, don't be like this!" Fatty Wang hugged Wu Xie who was sitting on the ground.
"Yes, he's not Third Uncle. He's not Third Uncle. I want to prove that he's not Third Uncle. Open the broken drawer!”Wu Xie frantically shook the locked wooden drawer.
The entire table was shaking so hard that it made a rumbling sound. The table kept shaking, and the things on it kept falling off the table.
The ringing of the bells entered Wang Xuan's mind and was magnified infinitely. Under the stimulation of the bells, Wang Xuan felt exceptionally clear-headed. He had never felt this clear-headed before.
"He wants to live, he wants to live?" Wang Xuan turned his head to look at the dried corpse that had already dried into bacon.
Ring, ring, ring. The bell was shaken to the ground by Wu Xie, making a crisp sound.
At the same time, the dried corpse's body emitted a cracking sound. This sound was as if it had sat for too long and its joints had become stiff.
The withered head suddenly turned around, its eyes without pupils staring at Fatty Wang and Wu Xie.
This was the first time Wang Xuan had encountered such a scene. He was shocked by its explosive movements.
"F * ck, it's really alive!" After Wang Xuan regained his senses, he looked at the dried up head of the dried up corpse and looked straight at Fatty Wang's back who was hugging Wu Xie.""Naive, Uncle Fatty, that dried corpse is alive!”
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