Mystery Makes Me Strong

At this time, under the ridicule of everyone, the armored puppet was indifferent, and his eyes did not change at all.

The scar-faced man looked at the other leaders, they nodded slightly, and the deal was reached in silence.

So the scar-faced man stretched out his hands and pressed down: "Everyone be quiet, it's rare that this gentleman has a fair heart. Although we are in a difficult situation, we must give others a face. Let's do what this gentleman said?"

Everyone was uproarious at first, and then they all quieted down, looked at each other, and nodded secretly.

Yes, how could the leader give up such a big benefit?

I must deal with it first, and wait until the baby is in hand. Although the opponent is powerful, but he is pedantic and ridiculous, and he can settle it with a little trick.

There is no need for a conflict at this time.

After all, the other party has already shown that they are not afraid of bullets. If everyone is so close, if they directly clash, they will definitely suffer a big loss.

There are big killers, and they should be able to deal with this person, but they are all things that can reach tens of meters or even hundreds of meters. If they are used, no one present can escape.

So everyone clamored and said: "Okay, just listen to the boss, since he is so persistent, we can't beat him, so we have to admit defeat."

"Yeah, the strong is king, we can't beat him, we can only bow our heads."

"Just feed those vultures of the Inspectorate!"

They all look very bachelor.

From the perspective of the armored puppet, Wen Rensheng took everyone's expressions into his eyes.

He couldn't help laughing to himself, these guys are all planning well, do they really think that they are middle school boys?

On the contrary, my two lives lived longer than most of the people present.

Not to mention that I still have a genius mind and an extraordinary face...which one is not the existence that crushes them?

Playing tricks with yourself is really like a frog in a well, watching the sky from a well.

I have given them a chance, no matter in terms of morality or process, no one can blame me afterwards.

Even if "the cave is full of blood", it is their own fault, disobedience to good words, and sinful crimes.

With this in mind, Wen Rensheng ordered the armored puppet to sign an agreement with those leaders, and then asked everyone to sign and press their fingerprints.

No one objected to the number seventy or eighty, so they quickly signed their names and pressed their fingerprints.

Names can be fabricated, but fingerprints cannot be faked.

With this agreement, he can give a perfect confession to the inspection department.

After all this tossing, the lake water has already begun to drop, revealing a very obvious gravel road at the bottom of the lake.

Everyone's eyes became hot immediately.

"It's true!" someone yelled in a low voice.

"Old Xie, they are black and white, and the information is accurate."

The armored puppet naturally moved out of the way, and everyone immediately lined up in the same order as before, ready to file in.

The half-century old man stood at the front, and someone came over and handed him a crutch-like instrument.

He probed the lake water with crutches, then turned his head and nodded at everyone: "The water quality has not changed."

Everyone is relieved.

The armored puppet stood aside, watching seriously.

These guys are veterans, very cautious.

As time went by, the water level of the lake became lower and lower, and finally it was on the verge of drying up.

As evening comes, the truth comes out, the mountains are high and the moon is small.

The full moon was faintly visible in the west, but under the reflection of the red sunset glow, it was a little ominous.

At this time, under the cliff, a stone portal appeared, with several traditional characters engraved on the portal: "Cave of Tibetan Soldiers".

When Wen Rensheng saw this, he felt a little puzzled, as if it wasn't for storing ordinary antiques.

In ancient times, Bing had the meaning of "weapon" and "soldier". Which one is it?

While he was thinking, the treasure hunters had already approached, waiting for the stone door to open.

It's just that after a while, the portal didn't open automatically.

"It seems that it's been too long, and the mechanism has failed." The half-baked old man dropped a sentence and began to study Shimen.

The others waited patiently. At this time, although everyone wanted to get in to find the treasure immediately, no one moved.

Everyone knows that what they fear most in their line of work is lack of patience.

Not long after, the old man found two dark stone nests in the secret place under the door.

He thought about it and poured some water into it, but nothing happened.

Then he picked up a little black spot at the bottom of the stone nest, put it under his nose and smelled it, and then looked at it carefully.

"Second brother, come here and put some blood on it." He said cautiously.

A strong man stepped forward, took out a machete, and scratched the belly of his finger, blood dripped down.

Then Shimen shook slightly, and then returned to calm.

"Not good!" The old man's expression changed suddenly, and he turned around and shouted to the crowd.

"What's the matter? Mr. Ma?" The scar-faced man walked out of the line and asked.

When everyone signed and pressed their fingerprints before, they had already written down each other's names.

"This is a dangerous place, just open the door, and the stone pit will be filled with human blood. I have encountered this kind of mechanism before, and every time it will kill people!" The half-baked old man shook his head and sighed.

Judging by his face, it seems that he is about to retreat.

"With so many of us, if each of us contributes a little, wouldn't it be enough? There is no need for dead people." The scar-faced man was startled at first, and then said indifferently.

The half-hundred old man looked at each other seriously, and the two sides made eye contact, and a tacit understanding gradually emerged.

Well, the dead are not afraid, anyway, there are so many cannon fodder, the most important thing is to get the treasure.

Seeing this, Wen Rensheng was also shocked.

It seems that the vague prediction given by the mysterious seed has gradually fallen into the details.

Blood fills the cave, does it mean that when you come out, you have to fill a certain cave with blood before you can come out?

If he had been there in person, of course he would not have fallen into such an obvious trap.

He will directly use the power of the inspectorate to conduct a large-scale excavation of the mountain to minimize the risk. Of course, in that case, the mysterious incident will not be completed.

Now that there is an armored puppet, naturally it doesn't matter, the most is to trap the puppet, and then excavate it out later...

He is such a smart guy.

Then, at the instigation of the half-centenarian and the scar-faced man, everyone took some blood with a disposable needle.

In the past, everyone hated the crowd, but now everyone is happy.

If there are few people, it may not be possible to open the door without injury...

It took a full 2,000 milliliters of blood to fill the two stone nests.

And if a person loses 1000 milliliters of blood, his life will be in danger.

When the blood was filled, the two stone doors immediately opened slowly.

And the blood is slowly dropping.

"I understand why Lao Xie said that the entrance can only last for 2 hours. When everyone enters, no one replenishes the blood. After the blood is exhausted, the portal will naturally close. Who can replenish blood for 24 hours? It must be Just let it close, and when enough stuff comes out, fill it up again and let it open." The scar-faced man nodded.

"That's the reason, but with so many of us, it's possible to keep the door open all the time. In this case, it's much safer, and we can advance and retreat at any time without a time limit." The strong black woman who was born as a mercenary raised an objection.

"What's everyone's opinion?" The scarfaced man asked the other leaders.

"There are 78 people now. If half of them are specially reserved and each contributes 800 milliliters of blood, then they can persist..." The half-centenarian hesitated and wanted to take out his calculator.

"800*39/2000*2, 31.2 hours." The armored puppet said lightly.

"Well, it's this number. Your Excellency is really good at mental calculations." The half-baked old man lowered his head and calculated with a calculator, feeling awe-inspiring.

This is all-round strength, only the brain is not scary, only the skill is not scary, the person who combines the two is the most terrifying.

"It's just a primary school topic. It's only thirty hours, is it enough for you to investigate?" the armored puppet asked back.

The old man shook his head and said, "It depends on the size of the hiding place. If it's a small hiding place, it should be enough, but if it's a large one, it's not enough time to walk."

"In this case, for the sake of safety, let's send half of the people to maintain this stone gate. If it doesn't work, just follow the old way." The scar-faced man directly decided.

Several other leaders have no opinion.

A door that can only be opened at regular intervals by absorbing human blood is not a good place when you hear it, so it's better to be conservative.

So they divided another thirty-nine people to stay outside. The average number of people in each wave ranges from four to six. In this case, it is fair and there is no need to worry about someone making trouble.

The other thirty-nine people were just about to walk through the stone gate.

But before that, the scarfaced man insisted on asking the armored puppet to go first.

He said this: "Since your Excellency wants to ensure that the things inside are intact, if we let us go ahead, it is inevitable that someone will hide it. You should scan it first to make sure that even if someone hides something, you can find it later. .”

The righteousness of the words is awe-inspiring, don't you want the other party to be cannon fodder?

Everyone laughed secretly.

But the armor puppet didn't care at all, and walked ahead right now.

After the stone gate, there is a long, dark stone corridor.

Everyone else was lighting flashlights behind, but the armored puppet walked forward without lighting anything.

It does not see things with eyes, but senses the world through mysterious power.