Wang Jing lowered his head, no longer words, self-care back to the coffin, will be buried inside some valuable things, all out.
But
There's nothing of value.
He seriously hit a small burden, back on his shoulder, light handed out of the coffin.
Qiao Yan Ran looks at his action, the eye son does not have the trace to Mi Mi, faintly feels this task, does not have the surface to look so simple.
But on second thought, the difficulty of this mission is only three stars, no matter how difficult it is.
For a while.
Qiao Yanran took him by the hand and passed through the narrow corridor. Along the way, she didn't see the figure of that group of people until she climbed out of the cave -
several lights hit her face.
A crowd saw her, relieved, took a handle, pulled her out of the narrow hole, inquired: "are you ok?"
Just now, they were in a hurry. When they came out and met here to count the number of people, they found that Wang Ergou had disappeared.
This is their master's daughter. If they fold it here, they are afraid that they will not be able to eat it.
"Just now," they explained Just now we... "
"Nothing."
Qiao Yanran shook his head, patted the dust on his body, and said politely.
Now they are in her heart, and their relationship is a little stronger than that of strangers. Naturally, they will not be blamed.
Moreover, the adoptive father of the original owner took these people as disciples, not because of their talent, but because they were all left behind children in the village.
There are many left behind children in the village, but some parents never come back after they left.
And these people, in order to survive, ask for food.
The adoptive father of the original owner was young and strong, and he had no children under his knees. He had a wide range of money. When he met these people, he often bought food for them.
Later, this group of people relied on him and gathered at home every day.
Wang's father looked at these children. He was quite clever, so he took them and named them Wang Da and Wang Er, who played the role of the eighth son all the way.
When Qiao Yanran heard the name of Wang Ba, she smoked the corner of her mouth, and felt that Wang Erhua was not so hard to accept.
Sure enough, there has to be a contrast.
"What kind of zombie was that? It's very powerful. Just now so many guys threw it, but they didn't hurt it
"Isn't it? If zombies smoke, they should be afraid of being burned in the morning? "
We all talked about the matter in a calm way.
It's really a spectacle they've come across over the years.
Qiao Yanran listens to their discussion, and pulls Wang Jing who is still in the cave, and pats the dust on him.
"Let's go."
Everyone was staring at the person she was holding, and they had no plans to leave.
So, what's going on here?
This tomb is at least several hundred years old. Can the people climbing out of it still be alive? Why did Wang Erhua bring it out?!
Is Is it because of this zombie, or is it because of evil?
All of them hit the flashlight on her face. Lao Ba asked: "Er Hua girl, what are you doing?"
Qiao Yanran
When she heard the name of the two flowers, she felt uncomfortable all over.