The master of withered hands,
It was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties.
He had a high nose bridge and curly yellow hair.
Combined with his exotic facial features,
It was obvious that they were foreign ghosts.
The foreign ghost was wearing a camouflage uniform.
There were many wounds on his skin.
The rotten flesh on the surface seemed to have been gnawed on by some kind of insect, turning over like a f * cking fried dough twist.
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"Oh my god, why is there a dead person here?"
At this moment, Liang Qingyun and the others followed.
Su Zhenming said,
"Judging from his clothes and equipment, he should be Old Mi's grave robber.
However, for some unknown reason, he died in this tomb of the Warring States Period.”
"Did he offend the Corpse Monster King?" Fatty guessed.
While everyone was discussing,
Chen Xuan had already found a genuine leather wallet from the corpse.
The wallet was filled with rice, gold, and train tickets.
There was also a small card that looked like a worker's number plate.
There weren't many words on the card, only a string of English and Araba numbers.
It should be the name of the corpse in English.
The number was a little strange.
It didn't look like a phone number, nor did it look like an ID number.
0332＊00＊8
The middle spot was already blurred by the blood of the deceased, but it seemed that there were numbers filled in.
His gaze fell on the card.
The more Chen Xuan looked, the deeper his eyebrows became.
This string of numbers seemed a little familiar?
Where had he seen it before?
"Thud."
Chen Xuan suddenly thought of a possibility.
This...
It seemed to represent the company code of the foreign ghost in the book!
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However, was that really the case?
Chen Xuan narrowed his eyes. He suddenly felt uncertain.
Although he had written a novel about tomb raiding, who would remember a string of numbers in the book!
Even if they were serious fans,
If he didn't try to remember it, he probably wouldn't be able to remember it.
"Mr. Chen, didn't you find any identification?”
At this moment, Wang Bingbing leaned over.
The camera was pointed at Chen Xuan and soon locked onto his hand.
The cameramen responsible for the live broadcast were indeed professional.
They knew when to capture the details. No wonder they could be on the national team.
However, this caused the netizens in the live stream to explode.
"F * ck, the foreigners stole things into our country?”
"It's good that you're dead.”
"Eh, what do these numbers mean? Identity card?"
"Study more. You don't have an ID card overseas. But then again, the numbers look familiar…"
"F * ck, guess what I found?？”
[Upstairs, tell me quickly, or I'll flick your little brother ~]
"I just checked. This is the string of numbers from 'The Diary of Those Years'-**!"”
"F * ck, it's true. I'll check it out too! It was exactly the same! No more, no less!"
"I'm shocked. Chen Xuan has been hammered again?"”
"I already said that it's a diary, but you insist on treating it as a novel.”
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Due to the continuous changes in the ancient tomb,
They rarely interacted with their fans.
He was in no mood to see what was left on the screen.
Therefore, Chen Xuan shook his head, indicating that he did not know.
"Hey, who cares who he is?"
Fatty walked over and squatted down. He moved the corpse's fingers away with a look of disgust and then raised his submachine gun.
"Whoa, this is Old Mi's Ares foldable submachine gun."
Fatty checked a little and laughed.
"Oh my god, I didn't expect it to still work.
I didn't come in vain this time."
The Alres foldable submachine gun was quite famous overseas.
This gun had a 9mm caliber and was shot with handgun bullets.
The gun was about the size of a soft cigarette.
It was less than 6 pounds, so it was very easy to get started.
When Su Zhenming saw him raising his gun and aiming, he quickly shouted,
"Fatty, throw the gun away.
If they hadn't used it before, it was easy to accidentally injure them.”
When Fatty heard that, he laughed." Are you looking down on me?”
"I think I'm good with guns too.
It was not 100% accurate, but at least 90% accurate.”
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Seeing that everyone thought he was bragging,
Fatty pointed to a spot more than 20 meters away.
An empty mineral water bottle that he had thrown away not long ago.
"Watch carefully, Lord Fatty will show you a little.
I'll let you know what it means to light up a plane-brilliant.”
With that, Fatty adjusted his posture and pulled the trigger.
"Bam!"
The bottle was shot away by a bullet,
One shot into the soul ~
"How was it?"
Fatty was proud of himself. He originally wanted to boast,
Everyone gathered in front of the blood-stained stone tablet.
No one cared about him at all.
"F * ck, isn't this a little too much?"
"It wasn't easy for me to act tough once, but no one is supporting me?”
"Shouldn't you at least say '666'?"
Fatty mocked. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he could only squeeze over helplessly.
Two lines of ancient words were printed on the stone tablet.
As he was not an academic, he could not understand what it meant at all.
Then, he realized that everyone's expressions were solemn, as if they had eaten sh * t.
Fatty asked curiously,
"Brother Su, what did it say?"
Su Zhenming's face was stern as he pondered and replied,
"Please stop.
Repent and be saved."
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