Tomb Raider Live: Beginning Cao Cao's 72 Suspected Tombs

As soon as the boss said this, the remaining three fell silent, with a bit of embarrassment on their faces.

"Stop it, I feel like a retard."

The fourth child slapped his forehead angrily.

It was him last weekend, and I saw an advertisement on the Internet.

It is said that it is 100% true to restore the ancient ghost marriage scene, which guarantees that the adrenal glands will soar and experience the most terrifying spiritual atmosphere.

Just this once, no expiration date.

When I thought of myself, I was actually attracted by such a shitty advertisement, so I honestly spent half a month's living expenses and ran to give money to others.

The fourth child wanted to slap himself.

What a shame.

I believed their nonsense when my brain was flooded.

"Fourth, don't be like this. If you fight again, you will become mentally retarded. Then you will have to take care of your father."

"That's right, they're all college students. If you say it out loud, it's called mental retardation syndrome. Don't talk nonsense next time."

"Go away."

The fourth child was still upset.

Seeing these dogs are still taking the opportunity to say hello.

Going up is a combined punch.

"One thing to say, compared to this live broadcast, the haunted house is purely for fun."

Several people were laughing and joking for a while.

The second brother, who had been silent all this time, suddenly sighed.

The so-called 100% authentic restoration, in fact, is some crude props and scenery purchased online.

The staging looks cheap.

The most unbearable thing is that female ghost who can scrape at least three catties of powder off her face, twist her waist, swing her hips and wink...

The more they thought about it, the angrier they became.

"No, I have to go to them when I turn back. If I don't refund the money, I will expose his shit and deceive consumers. I won't be reconciled if I don't sue him for bankruptcy."

"Yes, refund the money!"

There is no harm without comparison.

The live broadcast of the tomb robbery in front of me can be prostituted for nothing, and my conscience is not deceitful.

Demon coffin, ghost fog, murderous corpse...

Unexpected danger.

Weird and terrifying environment.

Several people watched for half an hour, but they didn't even dare to go to the toilet.

"Damn, that thing really doesn't seem to be human."

suddenly.

The third child pointed at the computer.

There was a vibrato in the words.

The remaining three hurriedly put their minds away, and couldn't care less about finding the haunted house to refund the money in a few days. They held their breath and stared at the screen with all their attention.

under the lens.

The ghostly corpse whose head had been beheaded with a single blow.

Suddenly, at a speed visible to the naked eye, it quickly rotted in an instant, and a layer of white-gray hair quickly grew on the dense white bones.

The already rickety and emaciated body seemed to have evaporated all the water.

Leaning slumped against the coffin wall.

The more it looks, the more it looks like a large yellow-skinned child.

"Grass, it's really a weasel becoming a spirit."

"Damn it, it's so infiltrating."

"Don't tell me, there are really monsters in this world, and the three views have collapsed."

"Hehe, brother, I can only say that you are too young, and there are too many things that cannot be explained by science."

The audience in the live broadcast room felt chills all over their bodies, and Chen Yao, who was outside the pagoda tree coffin, also had an ugly expression.

Although I had a hunch.

But wait until you actually see this scene with your own eyes.

There is still an unspeakable feeling in my heart.

Wooden coffin with copper horns, pagoda tree.

Which one is not something that gathers evil.

Rumor has it that in deep mountains, old forests, old tombs and caves, furry beasts either absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, or swallow the evil spirits, and cultivate into mountain spirits and monsters.

This strange corpse in front of him is very likely to be the case.

I just don't know where Cao Aman found this pagoda tree coffin, and figured out the culprit in it.

Call ~

He let out a long breath.

Chen Yao didn't dare to relax at all.

The first pagoda wood coffin was so dangerous that he almost capsized in the gutter.

Looking back now, the illusion I encountered before may not be completely false.

That golden crow figure engulfed in monstrous flames seems to be engraved in his mind, lingering, it is really shocking.

But the first one is a demon.

The second one is a rare cellar coffin in the world. I don't know what is buried in it?

Is it a human, a ghost or a goblin?

Chen Yao watched intently for a moment, and several thoughts came to mind, but he did not rush forward to break the formation, but took advantage of the gap to breathe quickly and recover his strength.

He took out dry food and water from his backpack and ate slowly.

From the time he went down to the tomb until now, there was almost no rest along the way, and even he felt a little overwhelmed.

Those talents in the live broadcast room naturally started to play tricks again.

What is the live broadcast of tomb robbery, with a monthly income of one million.

In the future, eating and broadcasting will not be easy to mix, and I have to dig a grave to bury myself first.

Are there any anchors who look down on them, and hurry up to post product links and the like.

Looking at those bullet screens, even Chen Yao couldn't help laughing.

Seeing that he had almost eaten, he put the water bottle into his backpack, stared at the barrage, and at the same time, casually touched the ground for the flashlight.

When I first ate, I didn't hold it in my hand, so I put it aside casually.

But just reached out.

He sensed something was wrong.

His fingers felt a chill, but it wasn't the coolness of iron sheets, but a chill like ice cubes, and he turned his head subconsciously.

But what he saw out of the corner of his eye was a pale little hand.

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that hand.

The five fingers are almost the same length.

Slender and fair.

But the white one is not normal, it is incomparable to ordinary people, it can even be said to be weird, revealing a sickly paleness.

Whether it was the back of the hand or the knuckles, not even a trace of blood could be seen.

The moment he saw it, the first thought came to Chen Yao's mind.

woman's hand?

But immediately, this idea was rejected by him. ..

He stayed here for half an hour, not sure that every brick could remember the pattern, but besides the three demon coffins and himself, how could there be half a ghost?

Yin energy in women, especially in ancient tombs, is a sign of evil spirits.

Things are weird.

There must be evil.

What's more, the four corners of the remaining two coffins were nailed to death by copper cabinets, and there was a bronze mirror hanging on the top of the coffins. He didn't believe that the dead bodies in the coffins were so evil that they could come out of the coffins quietly.

The only possibility...

Chen Yao's heart trembled.

I'm afraid it wasn't the maids who were buried for Cao Cao, the ghosts were trapped in the tomb, they couldn't enter the reincarnation, and turned into corpse puppets and ghosts.

Otherwise there is no way to explain it.

dong dong~

Think of this weird possibility.

Coupled with the pitch-black environment all around.

Except for the faint sound of running water in the fog behind him, there was no movement.

Even Chen Yao, who had just beheaded a strange corpse, couldn't help but beating his heart.

A fine layer of sweat had already oozed from the palm of his hand.

Sticky and extremely uncomfortable.

But right now it’s neither stretching nor shrinking.

Just froze in mid-air.

When I was a child, I lived with my grandmother in the country, and she always liked to talk about ghosts.

During that time, he was so scared that he didn't dare to go to the toilet at night, and he slept under a quilt at night, having nightmares all night long.

Think about it now.

Fear of ghosts.

It is hidden in the bone.

hiss!

Suddenly.

Chen Yao bit the tip of his tongue, and he gasped for the tingling pain, but it also pulled him back from his trance.

Look intently again.

But what surprised him was that there were no small hands on the ground paved with bluestone, only a flashlight was left, rolling back and forth on the ground.

"What the hell?"

Chen Yao's pupils dilated suddenly, his face full of disbelief.

Just now he can guarantee 100% that he is definitely not hallucinating.

The bone-piercing chill that your fingers touch cannot be faked.

Appearing quietly, then disappearing strangely, for a while, apart from ghosts, he couldn't think of a second possibility.