Chapter 67 The Moving Lion Statue

After saying this, Shi Lei gave her a charming smile, his stubble sticking to his slightly green chin, adding a touch of charm to his sharp-edged face.

Shirley Yang was slightly startled, and her heart trembled. She never thought that one day she would be seduced by her younger brother.

Just when she was at a loss what to do, an angry curse came from behind her.

The familiar voice must be Fatty.

The vines, the plank climb, and the 99 white marble steps that can only be seen but not taken away are all heading straight towards his life gate.

If you are afraid of heights and want to climb higher, just be patient. You can't take good things right in front of your eyes. This is simply against human nature!

"Xian Wang, if you die, you still take up space, waste resources, build so high, build so many steps, you must be full!"

The fat man was panting heavily, and he kept uttering obscenities once he entered the hall, and Lao Hu couldn't stop him no matter what.

"Today I will move all the good things from your bright building and let you watch from below. I will make you angry to death!"

After finishing speaking, he pushed Hu Bayi away and walked towards the door of the side hall.

The door of the side hall was not locked, and there was a gap between the two wooden doors.

Although the sky was bright outside, it was dark and dark inside, and nothing could be seen.

He walked over and raised his foot.

With a sound of "Boom!", the door remained motionless, and he himself fell to the ground.

"Pfft...waste snack."

When they saw it, they couldn't help laughing.

As a result, the fat man became even more angry.

Regardless, he hit and kicked the wooden door.

But those two wooden doors were very heavy, how could they be pushed open so easily.

After some physical attacks, the gap in the door was widened by three points, but to no avail. Even the thinnest Shirley Yang couldn't get in.

Several people looked at him with embarrassment, and couldn't find words to comfort him.

"Old Hu, what are you watching there! Why don't you hurry up and help me!"

Old Hu couldn't help laughing, wiped the tears from laughing, and walked over.

Shirley Yang and Shi Lei followed closely behind.

"Wait a minute, Lao Hu, are there any hidden weapons in here?"

When Shi Lei said this, everyone took three steps back.

"This is really not certain, then we..."

Before she finished speaking, Shirley Yang took out her ancestral treasure, the Vajra Umbrella.

"Use this, let's squeeze, no problem."

Shirley Yang opened the diamond umbrella, and three grown men squeezed Shirley Yang in the middle. Half of the fat man's arms were exposed, but he didn't complain.

Well armed, several people moved forward.

Now that there were three more people, especially Shi Lei, the two wooden doors seemed vulnerable.

Bang, bang, three hits.

The gap in the wooden door opened wider and wider, and soon, with a creak, the door opened.

A musty smell came over the face, and several people cautiously probed to see that there were no hidden weapons.

"It's so scary, Lao Hu, are you sure you don't have any hidden weapons?"

"I'm sure that there will be some movement in the beginning of the general ancient hidden weapons, but we have stayed here for so long, and there is nothing unusual. I think we are thinking too much."

Shirley Yang looked around, and after confirming that it was safe, she put away the Vajra Umbrella.

The side hall is very large and deep vertically. Perhaps due to its location, there is rarely sunlight coming in, making it feel like it is dark.

"Fatty, Hu, turn on all the searchlights."

Shi Lei turned his own to the darkest, but it doesn't matter if he doesn't need it. When he was at the door, he had already figured out the structure inside.

Perhaps it could be said that this searchlight was illuminating the three of them.

The searchlight was turned on, and the eyes were brightened, and many things hidden in the dark could be seen.

"I'll go, what the hell is this!"

The fat man kept looking at the bottles and cans, but he didn't notice the big guy behind him.

Turning around suddenly, it happened to meet a lion's head.

It was as strong as a small hill, with lush and flowing mane on the outside of its huge head, and a pair of eyes like light bulbs, staring at the fat man.

In addition, it opened its bloody mouth wide, with its fangs sticking out, which is really scary.

Several people heard the noise and rushed over.

The moment they saw the bronze lion statue, they all took a breath.

This lion is very different from the current one. Compared with the present one, the current lion is at the level of a poodle.

Although the one in front of me is a bronze statue, its aura is more terrifying than a real lion.

Shi Lei took a look, and felt a force in his body ready to move.

He calmed his breathing and said, "This should be a lion from the Han Dynasty, which was when lions were introduced to the Central Plains from foreign countries."

"That's right, but why are there so many bronze statues here?"

Looking forward, wherever the searchlights can find, there are bronze statues.

In addition to lions, there are also elephants, war horses, unicorns, etc., and not only animals, but even bronze statues of good friends.

Judging from their clothes, they should be generals and civil servants.

The whole scene is like a minister going to court, and foreign envoys paying tribute to the king with rare and exotic animals.

"Xiao Shi, let's go over there and take a look."

A few people saw the swirl-shaped pattern before, and at this time they also wanted to look for it among the many bronze statues. If they were lucky, they might find the same pattern as the eyes on their backs.

"Go ahead, be careful." Waving his hands to them, Shi Lei stayed beside the lion.

His face was a little red, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his lips trembled slightly.

As if something was summoning the strength in his body, his legs were weak, and he leaned forward, almost falling to the ground.

He put his hand on the lion's head, panting heavily.

Gradually, his head became clear, but when he opened his eyes, it was scarlet.

[Contacting the bronze lion statue, the blood poison in the body found a match. Will it merge? 】

"Huh? Blood Gu and lion? Can these two also fuse?" He patted twice, "Can dead things also have Gu poison?"

He doesn't understand the system more and more now, and he is really afraid that one day he will be killed by this system.

He wanted to think about it again, but the discomfort in his body intensified again.

It was as if the system was forcing him to agree to the fusion, or something else was forcing him.

He raised his head and met the eyes of the lion.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he remembered that these eyes were still looking forward just now, how could they be shifted downward at this time?

Could it be said that movable mechanisms were invented in ancient times?
He wanted to step forward to take a look, but just as he took a step, his head felt like he had been shot by a bullet, causing a sharp pain.

"Okay, I admit it, unify and integrate!"

As soon as I agreed, the discomfort in my body and the pain in my head disappeared, and I regained my composure.

He was a little scared, afraid that this was the calm before the storm.

The lion in front of him is definitely not simple. He can put himself into dilemmas and stop at any time. He is simply playing himself like a puppet.

He couldn't imagine the next scene, and it was too hasty to choose to merge with it.

(End of this chapter)

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