Marketing numbers come true

Chapter 43
A slight snoring sound echoed in the room, and Bai Mo, who was wrapped in a tarpaulin, fell into a deep sleep.

After falling to the ground for such a long period of time, no one exchanged vigil with him, and seldom had a good sleep.

Eating the extravagant canned food, Yu Xian secretly admired it.

Thanks to this guy's lack of sleep for a long time and his excellent combat effectiveness.

What's even more exaggerated is that Bai Mo can strictly control his sleep time.

As long as he is not too tired, he decides to sleep for 5 hours, and wakes up almost 5 hours later.

Because of this, he can judge that the time span of groping underground is 13 to 16 days.

The error of 3 days is that there were a few times when Bai Mo really fell asleep due to exhaustion, unable to time the time.

Observing carefully, Bai Mo was a little thinner than before, with a slender body, and his handsome face was stained with sand, giving him the feeling of Gone with the Wind.

If he sells the white ink to a rich woman, Yu Xian will become rich.

After an unknown amount of time, when Yu Xian was drowsy, Bai Mo finally got up.

He first turned on the lowest brightness of the camping lamp, and was vigilant about his surroundings again, before slowly soothing his nerves.

"Is it all right?"

"No, heh~~~, I'll sleep instead."

Taking turns to rest, after Bai Mo looked at Yu Xian who was adjusting his state, he felt more and more wrong.

"After you got my grandfather's initial approval, did the old man give you the basic practice method?"

"Give it to me."

Thinking about it carefully, Bai Guanshan did give an antique thread-bound book. At that time, Yu was busy catching up with his thesis. After finishing the thesis, he got the "Xueba Document Library", and wrote five more.

There is a P time to practice kung fu.

In the absence of guidance, even if it's just practicing boxing and kicking, it takes a lot of effort to start from scratch to look good.

Bai Guanshan knows this truth. He didn't start until he was 22 years old, and he couldn't practice much. The reason why he didn't provide advice was just to see Yu Xian's understanding.

And Yu Xian's original intention is to fail the assessment process and be eliminated, not to be a staff member of the pangolin lineage, and to dig dinosaur fossils with peace of mind.

"Have you practiced yet?"

When Bai Mo asked, Yu Xian could only nod his head.It would be weird if you didn't read the direct reply.

You know, thanks to Guan Shanbai's mistaken belief that Yu Xian is a predestined and sincere scholar, Liujuehu didn't attack him.

Now he has to maintain his status as a trial apprentice.

"I practiced some."

"Well, it can be seen that the most basic entry-level excavation is usually summarized from the moves that have been honed over time, and some animal moves are combined."

Such as Xingyiquan, Tanglangquan, Tiger and Crane Double Form and so on.

The offensive and defensive skills that humans have learned from animals are no joke. Although basic books are just hard work for outsiders, it does not mean that its upper limit is low.

Hearing what Bai Mo said clearly and logically, Yu Xian nodded accordingly.

Now I have a clear conscience, I am really learning to attack and defend with animals, but they are prehistoric animals.

"Let's go, continue exploring the tomb."

"Shouldn't we find the exit first?"

"The exit is not so easy to find. You should find the main tomb first."

Bai Mo thought very clearly that the area of ​​the cemetery grew larger as it went up, and it was very difficult to find the exit in the reverse direction, especially because of the current lack of tools.

Doing the opposite, it is no problem to go in the direction of the main tomb.

The Liujuehu and the enemy pangolins have all entered the cemetery. As long as everyone goes down together, the probability of meeting will continue to increase.

Kill the enemy, meet up with our personnel, and naturally follow them out.

There is generally nothing wrong with the thinking, but from a casual point of view, the biggest problem is risk.

It is impossible to judge whether to join up with the friendly side first, or encounter a large group of enemies.

"Then be careful."

Bai Mo belongs to the action group, and his ideas are quite straightforward. After finalizing the plan, he beckons for Yu Xian to follow.

Both of them cut into the tomb halfway from the underground cave, and they didn't know which floor they were on, so they just walked down.

"Be careful, this cemetery is very wrong."

Fumbling for the bricks and stones on the ground to remove the mechanism, Bai Mo whispered a reminder.

When falling into the ground, Bai Mo came by touching the veins of the hidden dragon.

He knew very well that although Mo Bingxian wanted his descendants to become the emperor of the next dynasty, he never dared to bury himself directly in the shining veins of the ascending dragon, he couldn't hold back.

The best idea is the potential of the dragon hidden, and then rises out of the abyss, the hidden dragon replaces the main dragon to occupy the excellent feng shui.

The ground vein that Bai Mo explored first did meet the requirements, but as he went deeper and deeper, the situation became more and more wrong.

In the method of Feng Shui, getting water is the top priority, followed by hiding wind.

Deshui is the first, because water is the source of vitality, which indicates strong vitality.

The long water source and large flow are directly proportional to the vigorous vitality, and the blessings of the land veins are also long and far away, sheltering descendants from generation to generation.

The problem is that:

When the mountains come and the water returns, you live long and rich;

Winding and looping mountains and rivers can contain the earth's veins for nourishment. On the contrary, mountains are like prisons, and water flows out from many irregular holes. The princes, generals, and families can't afford such a lack of blessings.

After Bai Mo's introduction, Yu Xian thought of the weird environment of the underground cave.

It's really called a prisoner in a mountain and a stream of water.

No matter how beautiful the feng shui trend on the ground looks, the underground is full of holes and discouraged, it is still not a good place to live.

Mo Bingxian is very powerful, he will not be so superficial as to only look at the surface of the mountains. It is impossible for a huge group of underground caves to be formed in the past few hundred years.

Now that he knows what's going on underground, he also understands that the so-called hidden power of the dragon is simply tricking the dragon into a prison to kill him, not to mention setting the tomb here.

Judging to this point, Bai Mo even felt that he was going in the wrong direction, but as he went deeper into the tomb area, the murals and craftsmanship were undoubtedly from Hong Yong's period, and some written descriptions also pointed to Mr. Mo.

Later, when encountering hostile pangolins, it is only 100% certain that this is Mo Bingxian's resting place.

As for why he chose such a dead end, Bai Mo couldn't figure it out for the time being.

"Isn't it for some evil stuff?" Yu Xian thought of the zombies in the tomb.

The deboning proved to be a sham, and zombies really do exist.

This kind of guy with extremely harsh production conditions is likely to be controlled by Mo Bingxian, and it means to be used as a means of preventing theft.

"That's what it means." Bai Mo affirmed, "But you can't use your real cemetery as an experimental field."

Turning the corner, another thick stone gate stood in front of him.

The flashlight shone on the stone gate, and the hideous carvings of the gate gods were clearly discernible.

Bai Mo took out a metal block that was about the same size as the ink ingot, flicked it slightly, and threw out a straight blade.

Yu Xian had seen similar folding knives in the hands of Brother Dao.

This is a special laminated knife made by the Bai family. The one in Bai Mo's hand is obviously better.

"I'll try it."

As the flashlight was idle for the time being, Bai Mo inserted the sharp blade into the crack of the door, cut up and down, and cut the latch to break into it.

This is a very common technique used by pangolins, and the white ink has indeed cut something, and the feedback feels more like a metal thread.

"Not right!"

The moment Bai Mo issued a warning, the two statues carved on the door opened their mouths at the same time.

(End of this chapter)