[Do you believe it? In addition to money and fame and fortune, there is another life.

Therefore, I can tell you very seriously that if you don't want to chase the name and benefit or be disturbed by the worldly fetters, this world must have a life you want to live in the waiting for you.

But before that, please think about something.

Please meditate in your heart, one.

Put one on the head of Changyu Feng.

Next, please meditate, 2. 2.

So please put Er above Peros's head.

Chang Yufeng's life is restrained, or even arranged, just like in a cage, living for a lifetime, unable to break free, named fate.

Such a life is full of lies, bloody, and even a bit of calculations. I only tell you what Chang Yufeng knows, or you need to know, but I don’t tell you who calculates it all, or, or, or in other words,

Who is everything behind the scenes, because I don't know.

Just a joke, Chang Yufeng has been extremely mature, and this intention has been clearly understood

Well, it is actually because ... Chang Yufeng has no dominance of a story at all. He may know everything he wants to suffer, or what he should do, but he is always weak, just like pushing a stone

Sicis, reciprocating and falling into reincarnation. The fate he needs to face is cruel.

Instead of being subject to others, it is better to tell you in a large square, now ... we want to tell the story of the second.

Second, it is Pros.

What? Where is Peros now? You won't want to know ...]

"Stakana -Where are you?" Peros unveiled the soil that had been sticking to his feet. They were like the dead skin of the snake fading, and they also brought the dampness of the underground tomb.

"I didn't tell you not to go messy!" Peros stood up and turned over the denim hat -the rare object of this spiritual world, because this world has not experienced the western incident of denim pioneering.

, That's the object of Mandarin Peros. Without this denim hat, Perhaps Peros would not be an archaeologist.

In the Principality, archaeologists and historians are as unheard of, because the world has real gods. At least, in the legend of the world, the treasures of the gods always let a large number of adventurers explain their lives.

Peros took out a ball -shaped glowing crystal, and the light of the spar was bright, but the depth of more than 50 meters underground was still too dark ... I can only see some sticky loess, and him

The two soles of the feet just deducted.

"Damn ... Walking around here, my newly bought shoes will be scrapped ..." Peros took a straight nose and selected the crystal stones.

It's just a little pattern, and the pattern doesn't know what it means. He came here for this. In the end, this tomb should have been dug up by the grave robbers.

The broken silverware dropped by the thief, otherwise, it is hard to see the day.

Sika did not respond, and Peros rubbed his nose again.

"Stakana, go back ..." Peros patted his clothes. This cemetery like a cave was not the same as all places.

The tomb, so all the recorded patterns and patterns are vaguely recorded. I don't know what it means ...

They are all hidden in the backpacks behind Peros. He is now a student with a lot of homework. Fortunately, he is handsome, and he will have a straight back, otherwise he must have a humpback.

The luminous spar was swept on the road, and Peros was not afraid of darkness, that is, Scana's black hair, a black trench coat. If he faces him back, he would have to hit it, so he squinted his eyes and looked for Scarlett.

The found is very careful.

The sticky tomb mud is very difficult to smell. It should be passed through the air, otherwise the flavor sinking in the soil is really difficult to divert. Coupled with the collapse of the mine, there are still some transparent winds here, but there is really no really not.

The light can come in, and the luminous spar is bright and incomplete. The shadow of Peros flickered on the pattern of the wall. A ray of red gas spread out at once, and there was no trace.

"Stakana ... what ghost ... say it's good to wait for me ..." Peros blinked his eyes, and he took his hair -like hair. The humidity here made his hair also tide, and he even stood out.

Water comes.

The water was not a good water. He sniffed at the tip of his nose, and a irritating smell turned his dizzy head to cover his nose.

"This is ... vomiting ... urine ... God ..." Peros pushed the luminous spar, and a drop of water fell down ... There was a very small gap on his head, and the gap flowed out.

The water dripped on his hat, and then flowed into his hair. It was too tide, and it was difficult for him to feel ...

The dirty water just flowed down, I don't know what it was, anyway, it was not a good thing. Peros shook his hand and stood beside him.

Let him think of something very bad ...

He even shivered inadvertently, quickly touched his fingers, covering his nose and nose with his hands.

There is a lot of things here, what kind of thing is really hard to say ... However, Peros itself drilled into the tomb and drilled and scary, and it is quite scary.

This tomb is not hidden, and the organs have been stepped on the grave robbers for a long time. The grave robbing is a felony that can be classified as the death penalty.

The law was facing dry, and Fa Siji immediately arrived at their doorstep and grabbed them all ...

There is a family with a grave robbing ... I'm not toothing to steal it ...

But having said that, those grave robbers really do n’t know how to cherish, and the tombs that blew there again to explode the tomb over there. There is no kind of land here. The potholes are potholes, which causes great troubles to Pros ’archeological work.

That is, the dampness of the underground also destroyed the tomb, and it collapsed. It could no longer be destroyed by this tomb ...

When Peros saw Scana, he did not answer, and he was doubtful under his heart. In addition to digging ashes and scanning drawings, archeologists were really grinding.

The heart of being boiled like the eagle, Scana is not an archaeological expert ... It is naturally understandable for a while to get out of the tomb ...

It's just that Scana can't say ... This ... It's a bit abnormal ... I won't go out long ago ... The glowing spines are pushed forward, and the shadow of Peros will be pulled longer and the mud under the feet

Siege Pros's shoes, just like pulling a radish, walking a potholes, and the sound of stepping on the water, letting Pros go crooked.

"Don't move ..." A blade was on Peros's neck, which surprised Peros's heart, trembled, and dropped the luminous crystal stone.

Don't move this sound to shock him lightly, trembling a bit, the treasure behind him is a bit, and the shaking three sounds stop.

He raised his hand ... a little aggrieved ...

Parlos stood up, the blue eyes aimed behind him, and saw a knife handle with a blue light on his neck.

"Call you don't move!" That person's voice could only tell the voice of a woman at this time.

"No ... me ..."

I'm not here to steal the tomb ... Peros is a little frank and not so scared, because logically, those who can kill from behind, have to kill early ...

"Dr. Peros Phoenix, I haven't seen you for a long time." The woman behind her snorted and surprised and rejoiced with Peros's expression: "Ms. Crow! You are still old, like to take a knife from the back ..."

"Long talk short ..." In the pair of crows, the back of Peros' back and denim hat exudes terrible ... Uh ... smell ... stink ...

This makes the crow, even if you want to say that it is more difficult ...

"You say ..." Peros nodded, but because of turmoil ... was kicked by the crow ...

"We are looking for a tomb ... This is the drawing!" The crow pressed the knife in his right hand, pushed the drawing out of the drawing on his left hand, and now Peros is in front of Peros.

Behind the crow, the disintegrated eyes stared at the drawing paper. The glowing crystal on the hand of Pros was facing the map, so that the crow's hand formed a slender pH on the edge of the map.

That is a different map. It is obvious that the place where the red fork is on it must be the place of the treasure. No, the crow said it is a tomb, even if the backlight is generally clear, it should be a special drawing.

deal with.

"Where! Hurry up!" The crow scolded severely, startled Peros again.

"Ah?" Peros was severely scared by the crow, and was shocked by the crow's words again: "I haven't seen it yet ... how do you say ..."

He must be able to directly say the position of the tomb, but he still looked at the map carefully, and the map was not drawn according to the method of the principality coordinate record at all: "You Hatin wants to find someone to help ...

Is this the case who treats the helper ... this is too scary ... "

"Less nonsense! Look at the picture!" The hand of the crow's hand obviously pressed down, letting the dagger kiss Peros's stamina, Peros's scared hair erect, and even begging for mercy.

"Sister Crow ... Good sister ... You are so embarrassed ... I'm not God ..."

"If you still want your life ... limit you to answer me within a day." The white hair of the crow was still dry in the humid air and was blown by the breeze.

With a bang, Peros instantly felt the coolness of the dagger disappearing around his neck ...

Crow ... No shadow, no trace ...

This will disappear now ...

Parlos sighed.

"You say you are so magical ... Can't find it yourself ..."

"Don't say bad things about me!" The crow immediately appeared behind Peros again, kicked Peros's legs, and let Palos fall out.

With a bang again, I disappeared again ...

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry ..." Peros quickly apologized, corrected his posture, and sighed softly ...

He knew where Sika had gone ... I was transferred by the crow to leave the mountain ...

All right……

wrong……

"I haven't given me a map yet!" Peros shouted, but couldn't get a response.

"How can there be this ..."

Peros quickly returned to the place where the record just made.

The feather pen and the secretary were pulled out of the backpack, and quickly scratched it to record the map of the map.
To be continued...