Chapter 141

After a night of vegetation purification, the air in the morning is particularly fresh. White pigeons cross the blue sky and fall in front of the window of the dormitory building, making someone fidgety coo.

Finger frowned and covered the quilt on his head to continue his dream, but the next moment he opened the quilt, squinted under the bed and rubbed his eyes, wondering whether he didn't wake up in his dream.

Younger martial brother Lu got up!

He put on his school uniform!

He still has a textbook in his hand!

He's going to class!?

Or alchemy chemistry!?

A series of shocks made finger suddenly wake up and said hysterically, "junior brother... Are you... Going to class?"

Lu Chen nodded, "otherwise."

"It's agreed to accompany elder martial brother to heaven and earth and hang up together?"

Finger said weakly.

Lu Chen was angry and funny. He said, "who wants to go to heaven and earth with you? Besides, my task grade point is enough to make up all subjects, and I won't fail."

"Yes, but since you can't hang up, why do you go to class?"

Finger was a little surprised and doubted whether his younger martial brother had taken the wrong medicine.

"People always have to learn more to enrich themselves."

Lu Chen looked solemn.

This is a lie!

In fact, he doesn't want to go to alchemical class

But he doesn't want to be "illiterate" anymore. Last time in Nibelungen, he clearly realized that sometimes you can't fight.

If brother Chu hadn't been with him, he might have been trapped and died in the jinlunjia cloister and become a floating body.

He used to hate modern technology, weapons and other things, because those things took away his partner's life and ended the era of secret blood warrior.

But now he must face up to the world. Although he still doesn't like these things and won't use the guns that are chicken ribs to him when fighting, he still needs to further understand the power of science and technology in the world and the mysterious power of alchemy, which will help him fight against the high-level Dragon clan in the future.

It's hard, but the man knocking across the door will help him.

He opened the door and looked at the chuzi channel that was ready to go: "let's go and go to class."

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In the shabby and messy house, all kinds of expired milk and instant noodles barrels are stacked in the corner, and the air emits a "charming" smell.

A nondescript man in jeans and sportswear is frantically operating the computer.

The game on the computer is StarCraft. It is a real-time strategy game produced and released by Blizzard Entertainment in 1997. Its popularity has lasted for a long time and is the love of many E-sports players.

This man can be regarded as an expert. Only seventeen minutes after the game began, he had pushed the opposite side to the main base. The explosive plan opposite failed. It seemed that everything was under his control.

Until the base exploded, he leaned back and collapsed in his chair.

Then the interface cut out and he typed on QQ.

"Hey, brother, your skills still need to be improved."

Didi - "ha ha, I'll try to improve next time."

Old Tang never knew what the person opposite was playing games with him, but this did not prevent him from being complacent at this time.

Then two people from different places began to type on the keyboard, and all kinds of white and rotten words flew all over the sky.

Suddenly, the screen in front of the man popped up the browser window. He was stunned and replied "something, talk back" in the QQ window

Then close QQ and open the letter in the station.

Hunter website.

The man's name is Ronald Tang. Everyone calls him old Tang. He has no culture. He dropped out of high school and lives in the poor area of Brooklyn. Originally, people like him should eat and die on the roadside, but in fact, except that his living environment is dirty because of his living habits, he is usually quite comfortable.

Because he still has extra work income, he is a bounty hunter.

Usually, they mainly take some jobs with strange rumors and no one dares to take them to earn a reward.

At first, he was also very afraid of the first task, but at that time, he was starving to death in the street. He thought that he would die of great courage and small courage. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he took a job to go to the tomb.

As a result, he ran down and strolled around. Hey, nothing happened. With a small screwdriver and a small hammer, he opened the coffin of the owner of the tomb. After picking up the compass designated by the employer, he also searched for several jewels and became rich overnight.

After tasting the sweetness, he began to mingle with the hunter website. Now he is a little famous in some fields of the industry.

Strange to say, although his life is not so smooth, his life seems very hard. Those cemeteries where no one dares to say there are zongzi have nothing to do after he goes down.

There are all kinds of dangerous places where strange events are rumored to have occurred. He has also been there. He feels no difference from going home.

He browsed the content of the letter on the site. It was a private letter. His employer assigned him a task.

The person who sent this letter also specially added a background to the letter. It was a mottled bronze wall with complex patterns, which looked very old-fashioned.

"Make a mystery."

Old Tang whispered to make complaints about the Tucao.

Then he glanced through it roughly. It seemed that he wanted to go to an underwater tomb in the big eastern country to fight and get something his employer wanted.

At first, he wanted to refuse the task. Although he was like a fish in water in all kinds of dangerous places with strange rumors, he didn't take up one job.

That is the underwater tomb. Maybe he also has an inexplicable sense of exclusion from the existence of underwater cemetery, but more importantly, he thinks the risk of launching is too great.

If there were really supernatural events in the world, he felt that he was not afraid from his own experience, but the underwater cemetery was different.

If one doesn't do well, he may be buried at the bottom of the water from the physical level.

Just about to close this page, he happened to pull to the bottom of the task and immediately stopped his hand again.

It shows the task reward.

Thirty million dollars!

Suddenly, old Tang was restrained.

What tomb does the heart say? He said he wanted me to steal some ancient swords, but what ancient swords are they worth so much money?

Mo ye, the hero in Chinese mythology and legend?

At this time, he looked at the background picture of the letter, and suddenly there was an illusion that the complex patterns on the bronze wall seemed to be alive, and the monster with the head of the snake seemed to be dancing an ancient dance and spitting out the snake letter, like a demon bewitching people.

It's like an invitation... From hell.

Suddenly, the cold shrouded Lao Tang and made him tremble unconsciously. The cold seemed to rise from the bottom of his heart, and the source was the nether world.

Somehow, a voice in his heart told him that he must not take over the task.

... but there was another voice that was bewitching him to take over the task, like the fate he should accept.

No, maybe he thought too much, just because he couldn't open his eyes when he looked at the $30 million task reward.

Thirty million!

As long as he finishes this vote, he will have nothing to worry about for the rest of his life.

Once he chatted with netizens and said that he took each other to visit New York on a broken bus, but if he was rich, he could drive a super run.

His hand holding the mouse trembled and moved to the accept task button at the end of the letter. When he clicked it, he seemed to hear a sharp sneer in the air, like the devil taking the bait for the lamb.

For a moment, Lao Tang regretted, but once the hunter website's task is received, it can't be returned. No matter whether the task is successful or not, you have to go out of the task. If you breach the contract, you must pay double the liquidated damages of the deposit.

At this time, his mobile phone received a text message, and the 10 million task deposit had arrived. Even across the mobile phone screen, Lao Tang seemed to feel the weight. It was not so much the weight of money as the weight of the soul... He always felt that he had just sold the soul at that moment.

"Pa pa -"

Old Tang patted himself on the face to wake himself up. He said that he must have stayed up late to play too many games recently, resulting in some trance.

It's just going to the next water tomb. It's not easy to catch it with its own anti evil physique, and according to the employer, it will provide itself with the most advanced diving equipment.

Old Tang thought so... He didn't regret it until he faced the huge bronze door in the deep water.

He took out his own blood prepared in advance according to the instructions of his employer. There was a backlog of injections and smeared the blood on the bronze door. The ancient door was really opened to him.

Through the light of the diving lamp, he saw the endless darkness inside. The vast ancient and simple breath seemed to come from the abyss, and the deepest black seemed to be able to devour the light.

At this moment, he really wanted to withdraw, but he could not help it at this time. The water poured back into the magnificent bronze city and rolled him in. He was weak in front of the great power of nature.

"Knife, knife, knife."

Old Tang whispered that the tomb was much bigger than he thought. He had also been to the Egyptian pyramids, but in terms of specifications, the underwater bronze cemetery in front of him shocked him even more.

In the final analysis, what kind of noble man was he able to dig a bronze palace in the mountain?

It has long been said that the ancient emperors of this country were very rich, but this pomp is too big. I really don't know how many people will die to build this thing.

He walked and stopped in the bronze City, looking for the box described by the gold Lord. He said that he would quit after ten minutes. It felt more evil than anywhere he had been.

This can be regarded as a reason for his retreat. In such a large place, it is impossible to find a box only by diving lights in ten minutes, but he feels that since he has come in, it is unreasonable not to try to find it. If he finds it, he can get rich overnight.

With the passage of time, Lao Tang had to look at his diving watch from time to time, like a student waiting for class. When the pointer turned to the top again, Lao Tang was relieved.

If you don't find it, you can't find it. Just return the deposit to others. It's good if you're all right.

But when he turned around, he suddenly felt that he had kicked something, which hurt his feet.

He aimed the diving light under his body and found that it was a long box... It seemed that the appearance was similar to what the employer described.

son of a gun!

Obviously, there was a treasure equivalent to $30 million in front of him, but he didn't have any joy of becoming rich at this moment. He felt something wrong.

He felt that everything that had happened recently was like a pair of invisible hands pushing him behind his back, and no one knew where the destination was.

He pressed the uneasiness in his heart and leaned over to touch the long box. The moment he touched the box, he felt like electricity. For a moment, he was in a trance and saw many magical illusions.

"Brother."

Old Tang suddenly woke up, jumped up like a cat stepped on its tail, pulled out a tactical stab from behind, and looked around vigilantly.

It was like a little boy's voice, full of nostalgia.

But this is a bronze cemetery 100 meters underwater. How can there be a little boy and call him brother!?

For a moment, Lao Tang Lian thought of many strange talks on the hunter website forum. In some strange cemeteries, people would have hallucinations. They heard the beauty's charming, panting and groaning, and saw the ancient beauty in transparent gauze sticking up to them. The wrestler gradually became obsessed with the scene of that color and bath, released his energy, and finally couldn't wake up again.

Old Tang used to think that the hunters on the forum were bragging because he had never seen any supernatural events, but today he believed it.

But what the hell is, why do other people's hallucinations are transparent gauze beauties, seducing and shouting "come on, have fun", but when they arrive, they are a little boy shouting his brother!?

Is there something wrong with my inner sexual orientation!?

Old Tang quickly shook his head to contain this terrible conjecture. Then there was another burst of rage. He said that the ghosts here despised people and regarded me Ronald Tang as someone!?

Even if you want to confuse me with fantasy, please let the transparent gauze ancient beauty group test me, okay?

"Bah, bah, bah, stop."

Old Tang repeatedly secretly said that he was unlucky. He said that he had been thinking so much recently. Most of them had played more with the netizen who loved to talk nonsense recently.

His voice was transmitted out in the open bronze city and echoed to his ears, which made him feel cold inexplicably.

He didn't dare to think about it for a moment. He lifted the heavy long box and tied it to his back with a rope. He began to run. He had to leave the ghost place quickly.

"Brother."

The little boy's voice sounded again. It was still so kind, but it sounded like a ghost to Lao Tang.

He ran like a fugitive. He was nervous and said bad words: "I beg the ghost uncle. The small one just entered by mistake and took some worthless little things to support his family. It's strange!"

"Brother."

Old Tang's tears are about to come out. His heart says that the ghost is ill. Don't do this even if you want to scare me. Or do you say I didn't understand what I just said?

He remembered that the little boy's voice was Chinese. He had just spoken English, so he repeated what he had just said in poor spoken Chinese.