Live expedition from tomb raiding

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Watching the play and seeing Ding Ze now: "..."

Haha, fat man, you're so damn talented.

With a silent laugh, Ding Ze shifted his gaze to Shirley Yang.

At this moment, he really felt that Shirley Yang might be going crazy.

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This is indeed the case.

Shirley Yang almost went berserk, but she was so angry that her chest rose and fell.

Of course, Shirley Yang didn't run away in the end. She just gave the fat man a hard look, then turned her head and looked at the statue where the black smoke finally started to dissipate.

"You two, don't make trouble? I beg you."

Xue Liyang said helplessly, and then said, "Speaking of business, this statue should not be Bixi, but Jiaotu."

When the fat man heard this, he probably was having a good time. He was excited, and immediately answered the conversation, jokingly said, "Jiaotu? I've only heard of salt and pepper. Is it the same thing?"

Shirley Yang: "..."

The words came to my ears, and seeing the corners of Xue Liyang's eyes and mouth twitching, Hu Bayi immediately spoke up as a matter of course, to stop the fat man from losing his tune.

Naturally, in this kind of behavior, it is not too obvious to want to save a little image or face in front of Shirley Yang.

"Fatty, stop talking nonsense. Long has nine sons, and Bixi is one of them, and so is Jiaotu."

After finishing speaking, Hu Bayi turned to Shirley Yang, "However, Miss Yang, as far as I know, Jiaotu doesn't carry a stele. It mainly guards the door and guards against evil spirits."

Shirley Yang nodded, "You're right, but take a closer look at the statue's claws and the teeth in its mouth."

Xue Liyang pointed at the statue of Jiaotu, "Whether it is the claws or the teeth, they are very sharp and sharp, which matches the characteristics of Jiaotu."

"Moreover, this statue is carved in the round, and the overall shape is relatively round, which is more in line with the image of Jiaotu."

When Hu Bayi heard it, he didn't make a sound immediately, and looked carefully for a while, "You say so, it is true. But except for these features, the overall appearance of this statue is still very similar to Bixi, especially the turtle's back. That stone tablet on it."

Shirley Yang: "Well, I guess this should be the result of the regional cultural differences between the ancient Dian Kingdom and the mainland."

After speaking, Shirley Yang took out the photo given by Professor Sun from her backpack, "Look at the photo, among the six beasts offering sacrifices to the king, there is a pepper figure, which is almost the same as this statue."

Hu Bayi saw it, "Then it's strange, if this statue is Jiaotu, then why does it carry a stele."

Hear this.

Ding Ze smiled, seized the opportunity, and interjected, "Old Hu, I seem to have said just now that this statue is for Zhenling."

"Then guess what that stone tablet is?"

When Hu Bayi heard it, he was taken aback for a moment, followed closely, his face darkened suddenly: "￣□￣｜｜!!!"

Embarrassment +2!

The meaning of losing all face was immediately clear and obvious.

"Lingpu..." Hu Bayi replied awkwardly.

Ding Ze smiled, "Old Hu, there is an old saying that those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black. Do you understand what I'm talking about?"

Hu Bayi: "...Understood."

Hu Bayi responded, and subconsciously turned to look at the fat man smoking next to him.

Fatty saw it: "??????"

The eyeballs rolled around like this.

"(??へ??╬)!!! Damn!! Hu, what do you think I am doing?"

"And Lao Ding, why do I feel like you are scolding me?"

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413 Mausoleum, great discovery.

The fat man's eyes widened, and he asked with some uncertainty in his tone.

When Ding Ze and Hu Bayi heard this, they looked at each other and smiled tacitly.

"Fatty, you think too much," Ding Ze said to the fat man with a smile, then looked decisively at the mausoleum on the back of the Jiaotu statue, and changed the subject, "On this mausoleum, there should be A little clue, let's wait until the black smoke is gone, go and have a look."

Hu Bayi and the others had no objection.

The four waited quietly.

Time passed slowly.

In the blink of an eye, 10 minutes passed.

Seemingly endless, the black smoke that kept pouring up from the potholes was still about the same after all, showing obvious signs of dissipating.

As the black smoke dissipated, the dense dark clouds in the sky directly above the pothole began to dissipate little by little, as if they had received a signal.

Naturally, at the same time, the rumbling thunder gradually decreased in volume.

Another 1 minutes passed.

From a certain point of view, it can be regarded as the long-lost sunshine, which is projected into this weird forest one by one.

Darkness scares people, and sunshine makes people feel at ease.

Seeing the sun, Ding Ze smiled, and with a cigarette in his mouth, he took the lead in striding towards the statue of Jiaotu, followed by jumping onto the back of the statue of Jiaotu in two easy steps, and stood in front of the mausoleum covered with soil and banyan roots.

Black gold dagger, very sharp.

Ding Ze copied the knife, and cleaned up the front of the mausoleum in two or three strokes.

"It is indeed the mausoleum, and the content on it is very interesting," Ding Ze puffed out a cigarette, and said to the three fat men who had just climbed up one after another because the statue was a bit high.

The three fat people heard it, and first looked at the front of the mausoleum together...

There is a pile of densely packed ancient characters on the front.

The fat man glanced at it, then gave up directly, and said in surprise, "Old Ding, can you understand these ancient characters?"

Ding Ze nodded and smiled.