As he ran, he felt that something was wrong.
It seemed like...
His speed was quite fast?
It was different from before.
At this moment, Wu Jing felt extremely relaxed.
Her legs were also very strong.
Beside him was the whistling wind.
This feeling.
what can I say
At this moment, Wu Jing felt like a wind elf.
It was light and fast.
It was almost visible to the naked eye.
The distance between him and Brother Xiaoman was getting closer.
Then, he easily surpassed them.
"Woof?"
He looked at his little master who had inexplicably run up to him.
Brother Xiaoman's dog face revealed an incredulous expression.
To be honest.
Even Wu Jing himself found it unbelievable.
When?
How did he become so fast?
Subconsciously, Wu Jing opened the system interface.
then...
He saw a very eye-catching number in the Dexterity column:
[Agility:250]
He seemed to know what Wu Jing was confused about.
The system thoughtfully made a note.
Was the agility attribute of a normal adult male 100?
In other words, his current speed was 2.5 times that of an adult?
F * ck!
So I'm this fierce?
Wu Jing was dumbfounded.
Actually, it was no wonder.
Ever since he was born, Wu Jing's body had always been weak.
Yes.
Therefore, in these nine years, he had developed the habit of not moving as much as possible.
This was also the reason why Wu Jing had been riding Brother Xiaoman.
As time passed, it became a habit.
Or rather, it was an illusion.
Wu Jing subconsciously felt that he couldn't run fast.
It was only now that he realized it…
He had the ability without knowing it.
This was probably the situation.
He turned around again.
He looked at Brother Xiaoman, who couldn't catch up to him and was rolling his eyes.
Wu Jing finally confirmed that everything that happened in front of him was real!
Moreover…
Not only that.
After realizing that his speed was no longer what it used to be, he suddenly realized that he was not as fast as before.
It was as if he had opened up his conception and governor meridians.
Wu Jing also realized the difference in his other attributes.
Strength: 270
[Constitution:260]
Spirit: 200
In other words, he had basically surpassed an ordinary adult in every ability!
feel
A little perverted?
Wu Jing stroked his chin, but the corners of his mouth could not help but curl into a smile.
In his joy.
"Today, your Brother Jing will also take you flying!
The man and the dog disappeared into the dark catacomb.
In the middle.
disappeared
"Huff ~"
"Huff huff!"
In the quiet and dark tomb of the bloody corpse.
Fatty placed his hands on his knees and panted heavily.
At this moment, he felt like a toad. His entire chest seemed to be about to explode.
His heart was beating violently, and the sound was clear.
His strength had long been exhausted, and the sweat on his body was like a fountain that could not stop pouring out.
This was the sweat of exhaustion.
The worst thing was that his butt was about to explode.
It was a burning pain.
Fortunately, the footsteps behind him seemed to have disappeared.
This made Fatty feel slightly relieved.
He quickly took out a bottle of water and gulped it down.
At the same time.
His gaze was also constantly sizing up the tomb in front of him.
Beneath his feet was a stone slab carved with ancient characters.
They were arranged in the way of the Eight Trigrams of the Taoist Sect.
There was a row of ancient lamps on both sides.
In the middle of the tomb was a tall four-legged square tripod.
Under the strong light of the Wolf Eye flashlight, some images of the sacrifice could be vaguely seen.
"Hiss ~"
"I'm rich, I'm rich. I'm finally going to be rich today!”
Looking at the four-legged square tripod, Fatty's eyes lit up.
Grave robbers basically had a basic understanding of funerary objects.
Usually, the price would be determined by the age.
For example, the things from the Ming and Qing Dynasties were a stage.
The period around the Warring States Period was another stage.
As for Shang Zhou…
Tsk tsk, the price of the funerary objects soared at an exponential rate.
Rise!
Especially bronze equipment.
One had to know.
In every dynasty, bronze artifacts were considered as important artifacts of the country.
Fatty estimated that the price of this four-legged square tripod in front of him was at least ten million!
"We're rich! We're rich! I'm finally going to make a fortune today!”
"It's said that after great sorrow, there will be great joy. It seems that the ancients didn't deceive me!”
Fatty rubbed his hands.
He arrived in front of the four-legged square cauldron.
He looked around and saw no movement.
Only then did he completely relax.
He had been in such a hurry that he had forgotten to take his backpack.
Otherwise, with his personality, he would definitely light a candle in the southeast corner.
"However…logically speaking, I only took a bronze cauldron.”
"There shouldn't be a problem, right?"
Fatty glanced at the stone coffin not far away.
To be honest.
He was actually more envious of the things inside.
but...
He didn't have any tools at the moment, let alone a black donkey hoof.
What if a corpse was resurrected…
Wouldn't he have to run for his life again?
"Bah! Bah! What depressing words…
It was taboo to talk about such things in the tomb.
Fatty subconsciously looked around.
There was still no movement.
Only then did he heave a sigh of relief.
Then, he stretched out his fat hand and slowly grabbed the four-legged square tripod.
He pulled hard-
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a strange sound exploded in the quiet tomb.
Fatty was stunned.
"Hey, that's not right. I haven't even used my strength yet.”
"Where did that sound come from?"
He subconsciously turned around, and when he saw it, his scalp could not help but go numb.
Only to see.
Right behind him.
The stone coffin that was originally tightly sealed.
At this moment, it was actually jumping.
"Dong dong dong!"
"Dong dong dong!"
......
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