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"You're just fucking possessed." Qin Hao ignored him, unpacked the things from his backpack, and put on the mouse clothes specially designed for reverse fighting. Qin Hao took the compass and began to divide the gold and fix the acupoints according to the terrain. About one month later, After a while, Qin Hao stopped next to a slope.
"The tombs of the Qin Dynasty are buried in the mountains, and the tombs of the Han Dynasty are buried on steep slopes. Rats, we are really crazy this time. It is the cemetery of the Han Dynasty." The fat man looked at Qin Hao and showed a happy face, completely forgetting the fear just now. As the saying goes, people die for money. It is true that birds die for food.
Qin Hao put away the compass, then grabbed a handful of soil, smelled it on his nose, then threw it on the ground and lit a cigarette: "The rest is up to you."
"You bastard, all the suffering is mine, and all the relaxation is yours." The fat man muttered softly.
Qin Haoyan said confidently: "I do technical work."
"Is it likely that we will be killed if we rob this tomb?" The fat man thought for a while, then turned around and asked.
Qin Hao was stunned and said with a sinister smile: "It's more dangerous than if you had sex with the lady without a condom."
In the dark night, the fat man turned on the flashlight: "We still have time to joke at this time. We have agreed that if one person dies, then we have to help the other person take care of the family. If both"
Before the fat man finished speaking, Qin Hao picked up a handful of mud and sealed the fat man's mouth: "Don't be so unlucky."
"Pfft" The fat man spat out the mud in his mouth, and only half-paid did he curse: "Asshole, how could you be so wicked?"
"Soil is a virtuous thing. It's just right to seal your crow's mouth." After Qin Hao finished speaking, he went into the robber's hole again. The fat man looked around and then followed in. Just as he entered, a black shadow flashed. After passing the entrance of the thief's cave, he disappeared.
"Have you dug it out yet? I'm so scared!" the fat man yelled from behind.
"You fat pig has almost blocked the thieves' hole. Of course you have to hold it in. It's done." Qin Hao cursed. He didn't expect the fat man to follow him in.
"Go in as soon as it opens. It's not my fault that you're fat." The fat man poked Qin Hao's chrysanthemum and said.
¡°Damn, you don¡¯t know that you have to let go of the dead energy first. Put on a mask and let the dead air dissipate first.¡± Qin Hao said and kicked him back.
Before the fat man could react, he was kicked back by Qin Hao. Just when he was about to scold his mother, there was suddenly a rotten smell and he almost fainted. He quickly put on a mask to feel better, while Qin Hao picked up the I took a photo of the inside of the tomb with a big flashlight. It was not small, and there were murals. Damn it, this time, it didn't look like a nouveau riche.
While he was rejoicing, suddenly a ghostly blue light lit up in the cave, startling Qin Hao.
Looking back, Fatty, the bastard, was concentrating on sending text messages on his mobile phone. He was using an old-fashioned blue screen, which illuminated the entire Thieving Cave in a faint blue.
"You damn hapless guy." Qin Hao cursed and snatched the phone away: "What time has it been? You still sent me a text message!"
The fat man was pitiful, but Qin Hao pretended to slap him. He picked up the confiscated mobile phone and looked at it. He suddenly felt soft. It turned out that the fat man was sending his last text message to his family. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com