Tomb Robber: I am Hu Bayi’s cousin

If any bell is touched accidentally, the chain reaction triggered afterwards is enough to pull thousands of bronze hexagonal wind chimes here!

The sound of a single hexagonal wind chime is enough to make several strong men fall into the environment, and thousands of them.

In a moment, this terrible power is enough to make a man crazy, or even completely destroy his mind!

"The Zhang family in Hong Kong Province has a set of bronze wind chimes. After years of research, they have mastered a way to use this thing."

"Beat it with a special rhythm, it can completely cleanse all the memories of a person's past."

Glancing at the few people who were at a loss, the little brother poured a basin of cold water again.

"You Zhang family are really awesome for being able to do such an exaggerated thing with one group. You can actually make such a simple and unsolvable anti-theft system."

"By the way, Menyouping, this thing appears in your Zhang family, you must have a way to resist the power of this thing, right?"

Wu Xie looked at the densely packed silk bells in front of him and felt dizzy. He groaned softly and looked at the little brother for help.

"Don't think about it. The only way to get through here is to avoid the silk thread and the bell. Otherwise, it's useless even if you are deaf."

"This kind of wind chime will emit a strange frequency of fluctuations. Whether you can hear it or not, it can successfully damage your brain within a certain range."

"Also, there is no time for you to hesitate. If you don't leave, you will really die here."

Hu Ming threw away his backpack, took off his slightly bloated multi-layered clothes and threw them aside, trying to reduce the floor space as much as possible. At the same time, he pointed behind him and motioned for several people to look over.

There are countless fine holes on both sides of the passage where Hu Ming and others came. At this time, white strong alkaline mist is pouring out continuously.

In just a few minutes, the white mist has filled the space in the passage, and it is now rushing to where everyone is at a fairly fast speed.

The way out in the back has been completely cut off, and the only way out for everyone is to move forward.

The means praised by the Zhang family as the ultimate defense system naturally have no dead ends.

"There's no time. I'll go first. You guys hurry up and follow me!"

Seeing this scene, the fat man's face suddenly changed.

Like Hu Ming, he threw away all his burdens, looked at the priceless paintings reluctantly, and only left a few exquisite small items in his pocket. Without saying a word, he rushed towards the stone beam.

It's not without reason that the fat man calls himself the most sensitive fat man.

The bloated body can always make many incredible movements, constantly twisting the fat limbs and body, and barely avoiding contact with the silk wind chimes with a distance of a millimeter.

In tens of seconds, the fat man has successfully walked most of the distance. With the fat man's movements, Wu Xie, who has the worst skills, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, he inexplicably surged with confidence.

If the fat man can pass smoothly, he can too!

Seeing this, Hu Ming shook his head secretly. This nephew might have forgotten that he is a physical waste.

Don't look at the fat man's fatness. In terms of physical sensitivity, Wu Xie, who has stiff bones, can't compare with the fat man.

Suddenly, an accident happened!

Seeing that he was about to reach the end safely, suddenly, the fat man's body froze in place, motionless for a few seconds.

"Fatty, what the hell are you dawdling about, go over!"

Seeing this, Wu Xie subconsciously urged.

"Not good..."

However, the fat man didn't react at all, and a sense of foreboding suddenly surged in the hearts of several people.

Sure enough!

The next moment, the fat man suddenly trembled all over, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out!

Perhaps the fat man was lucky. At the end, the density of the silk thread and the wind chime was much smaller, and most of this mouthful of blood avoided the silk thread wind chime.

Only a few drops of blood splashed out and sprayed on the silk thread, causing a slight tremor, and the nearest small bell began to shake.

The few people who saw this scene were trembling in their hearts. In addition to worrying about the fat man's situation, they were also worried about what happened to the bell.

Seeing that the bell was shaking more and more, and was about to make a crisp sound, suddenly, two slender fingers went around the fat man's back and firmly and powerfully clamped the bell.

The silk thread and the bell stabilized instantly, and the few people breathed a sigh of relief and had time to wipe the cold sweat from their foreheads.

"When did your gas mask break? Why didn't you say such an important thing earlier?"

Hu Ming carefully released the bell, nimbly went in front of the fat man, looked at the fat man's pale face and the small cracks under the gas mask, and frowned.

If I guessed correctly, this should be caused by the excessive explosion just now.

Just now, Hu Ming felt something was wrong when the fat man's figure was rewarded, and he dodged the silk thread wind chime at the fastest speed, and arrived at the critical moment.

"Hey, isn't this a matter of life and death? I thought I could handle this concentration."

"Uncle, I owe you my life!"

Seeing the crisis resolved, the fat man trembled as he took off the ineffective gas mask, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled miserably, and said seriously.

"You may have forgotten what I am best at."

Hu Ming's mouth twitched. What should I say? Isn't this fat guy a little too straightforward?

Fortunately, the fat man seemed to be in good condition. He only inhaled a weak concentration of alkaline gas, which caused some damage to his lungs, but it was completely unknown and not irreversible.

"What else could it be? Just like my little brother, he can fight shit. I really forgot!"

The fat man came back later, but then his eyes widened. He watched Hu Ming pull out a intact gas mask out of thin air, and he couldn't help but almost slapped himself.

He really forgot that Hu Ming had this skill!

The current location of Hu Ming and Fatty was only two meters away from the water pool at the end.

After his breathing stabilized, the fat man quickly followed Hu Ming through the last distance. When he reached the end, he let out a strange scream, made a leap like a white crane spreading its wings, and jumped into the pool.

"Innocent, you have to believe in yourself, you will definitely be able to do it! Hurry up, the fog has come, and time is running out!"

He stood up from the waist-high water and shouted to Wu Xie on the opposite side.

The little brother and the little flower are both agile people, and the fat man can barely get through, so there will be no problem for them.

Although Xiaohua was carrying the body of Huo Xiangu on her back, with the help of her little brother, she still managed to cross over without any danger.

Now, only Wu Xie is left on the opposite side.

The mist has slowly approached Wu Xie's butt, and it seems that in a minute or two at most, the mist will completely cover it.

"Fuck, let's fight!"

Taking a deep breath to cheer himself up, Wu Xie cursed secretly with a slightly ferocious look on his face and strode forward.

Strangely enough, the moment he stepped onto the stone beam, Wu Xie's eyes suddenly fell into a trance, seemingly due to the influence of a strange substance like bronze.

Vaguely, he seemed to see a figure on the cliff below the stone beam, and at the same time, a familiar and heroic singing voice faintly sounded in his ears.

"You go forward, mistress, go forward boldly, go forward, and don't look back."

"The road leading to the sky is nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine."

This is clearly Panzi's voice!

Wu Xie is very familiar with Panzi's voice!

"Banzi! Is it you? Are you here? Why are you here? Come on, this place is about to become a hell on earth!"

Subconsciously, Wu Xie yelled anxiously at the top of his voice before he had time to think much.

"What's going on? Is Tianzhen possessed by evil spirits? Isn't Panzi's grandson waiting for us outside? How could he be here?"

In the pool on the other side, several people looked at Wu Xie with bewildered expressions as he suddenly danced and shouted loudly. The fat man scratched his head and asked in confusion.

"Is it the bronze hexagonal wind chimes? But that's not right. The wind chimes were not touched, and we did not receive any impact."

The younger brother also frowned and was puzzled.

"...More than half a year ago, Wu Xie and one of his long-dead childhood friends went to the Qinling Mountains and had close contact with the bronze sacred tree deep in the Qinling Mountains for a long time. Perhaps it was because of the residual influence of that mysterious power?"

Seeing that Wu Xie's hand was about to touch the wind chime, Hu Ming quickly took out the pistol from his waist, aimed and shot, all at once, even explaining Wu Xie's strange behavior in a leisurely manner.

boom!

The bullet passed through the criss-crossing network of silk threads without touching any thread or wind chime, and accurately smashed the wind chime Wu Xie was about to touch into pieces.

Ancient bronze has many mysterious powers, but nothing is perfect in this world, and its hardness is much worse than other metals.

"Qinling? The dead Faxiao? Is that so... was the obsession of the deceased person before his death triggering that strange power to create another Faxiao?"

"I didn't expect Wu Xie to have been in contact with the bronze sacred tree. His body must have been affected to some extent. No wonder it resonated with the hexagonal wind chime in an unexpected way."

"I remember that in ancient times, it was one of the habitats of the Xiwangmu tribe."

"The bronze sacred tree that goes deep into the ground, made of massive amounts of ancient bronze, is to lure out and hunt the "earth dragons" living deep underground. The oil of the earth dragons is an important material for that tribe. "

The little brother who had recovered his memory naturally knew about the bronze sacred tree deep in the Qinling Mountains. Although he didn't know the details of the incident, he could roughly guess part of it after Hu Ming's brief reminder.

"Nephew, don't panic, keep moving forward boldly, I will be here to support you!"

There was no time to tell Fatty and Xiaohua the story about the Qinling Bronze Tree, so Hu Ming shouted loudly to Wu Xie who was awakened by the gunshots over there.

Wu Xie dazedly wiped away the tears that had overflowed from the corner of his eyes. Hu Ming's words and Panzi's words in the environment gradually merged into one sentence - Go forward boldly!

"good!"

There is no doubt that whether it is Panzi in the fantasy or Hu Ming in reality, these two people are Wu Xie's most trusted people.

Completely letting go of his unconfidence and worries, he looked back at the approaching fog, breathed in the hot air that even the gas mask could not completely filter, and felt the burning stinging sensation in his lungs. Wu Xie strode forward. go.

Under the premise of ensuring his own speed, Wu Xie twisted his stiff body as much as possible. Once the wind chime was inevitably touched, a gunshot would sound from the opposite side and the wind chime would be smashed to pieces.

This section of the road was the most thrilling and the most reassuring that Wu Xie had ever walked. When he successfully crossed the stone beam and came to Hu Ming and others, Wu Xie completely relaxed.

Looking back at the silk thread and wind chimes, perhaps because of the residual influence of the bronze environment, Wu Xie always felt that the road he had walked was exchanged for Pan Zi's life.

The rough voice with out-of-tune eyes still vaguely echoed in his mind - Xiao Sanye, you go forward boldly, go forward, don't look back!

This is not the first time that Wu Xie has lifted the bronze illusion. Compared with the one in Qinling, Wu Xie always feels that this illusion... should be real!

"Uncle, thank you so much this time. Without your support, I would definitely not be able to get through. Let's go, Uncle Ming, Menyouping, I don't know why, I suddenly want to see Pan Zi."

Looking deeply at the bottomless cliffs below, Wu Xie's voice carried a trace of melancholy that he himself did not notice.