fifth form

Chapter 1812 Thunder strikes from the sky
"What a crappy live broadcast!"

Zhang Xuezhou previously felt that the software of Xinfei Entertainment’s live broadcast was outdated and nothing could be found. Even Zhou Rihui shouting in the imperial mausoleum would be difficult to track down.

But at the moment, he also hated this backwardness, which made Zhang Xuezhou want to check what Zuo Quan did in the tomb of Emperor Luo Fu, but he couldn't find anything.

"Zuo Quan must be closely connected to the fate of the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum!"

Zhang Xuezhou didn't believe that his efforts would not work, so Zhou Rihui went in to search but to no avail. Zuo Quan went in and found it by chance.

He wanted to fly out of Yangpo for a close observation, but he was afraid of the related influence brought by Huang Daoxian.

Without the protection of the physical body and light-proof clothing, whether it is the purple light or the chip, it will cause immeasurable damage to the soul.

"As long as Zuo Quan attaches importance to Luo Yan's imperial mausoleum, he will repeat the relevant information again sooner or later!"

Zhang Xuezhou did not get a glimpse of the real situation, but his waiting and observation were not meaningless.

If Zuo Quan made any moves in this imperial mausoleum, he would sooner or later monitor the other party's situation and then repeat his behavior until he could draw out the fortune of the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum.

"Damn tomb robbers, you will be struck by lightning if you take things from the tomb without permission!"

He waited for more than half an hour until Zuo Quan came out cursing.

The other party's tone and temper were no different from Zuo Quan's in the past. The only thing that was wrong was that Zuo Quan talked to himself, even when there was no one around.

This has been monitored more than once by Zuo Teng and others, and some vague information has been obtained.

Zhang Xuezhou widened his eyes slightly, and he couldn't help but hope that Zuo Quan would say a few more words.

The monitoring devices of Zuo Denggao and others were not sensitive in receiving sound signals, but Zhang Xuezhou's ears were very good, and combined with his perception, he could hear clearly in an open area two or three hundred meters away.

But what disappointed Zhang Xuezhou was that Zuo Quan didn't say much, but kept cursing the tomb robbers.

After cursing dozens of times, a patrolman in the imperial mausoleum area kept blowing the whistle and approached. Zuo Quancai, with a look of rage, went to his aircraft that had mislanded.

"I'm Zuo Quan from the Sequence Committee, and I'm calling on you to fix this aircraft!"

Zhang Xuezhou watched Zuo Quan push the aircraft several times, and then curse that the aircraft was the most disgusting and shabby means of transportation.

When the patrolmen approached, Zuo Quan showed his ID and then mobilized the patrolmen to do the work.

With the help of four mausoleum patrolmen, the aircraft finally regained its balance.

"Tomb robbers have appeared in this mausoleum area, and some burial objects have been lost. You should strengthen patrols and report any situation to the management in a timely manner!"

Even though Zuo Quan was scolding, it was hard to find any fault with him when he was doing his job.

This is also Zuo Quan's style when doing things. He is submissive to his superiors and dignified to his subordinates.

After a brief instruction, Zuo Quan got into his aircraft again, and then drove it rather roughly away into the night sky.

“Are these two pieces of jade important?”

If no tomb robber had entered the tomb of Emperor Luo Fu before Zhang Xuezhou, Zhang Xuezhou was sure that the person Zuo Quan was scolding was him.

And Zhang Xuezhou only took two pieces of jade.

This made it difficult for him to figure out the connection for a while, and it was difficult for him to understand why Zuo Quan was obsessed with the Heart-Nourishing Jade and the Spirit Jade for making tea.

If these two pieces of jade were extremely important to Zuo Quan, the other party could have taken them away before him.

"Next time, go in openly!"

Thinking of the golden light of luck on the tomb of Emperor Luo Fu, Zhang Xuezhou no longer went in and out to investigate casually, for fear that Zuo Quan had set up some magical trap inside.

He leaped up and turned into a shadow in the night sky.

The air was a little humid. Zhang Xuezhou looked up, only to find that it was so dark above his head that it was difficult to see a ray of light.

"It is going to rain!"

Zhang Xuezhou was swaying in the wind and waves, and his speed inevitably increased by several points.

It was not until lightning appeared in the dark clouds that Zhang Xuezhou became cautious and continued to descend his flying altitude.

"Swish!" Lightning cut through the darkness, and Zhang Xuezhou saw a floating mine falling in the distance.

Before he could look away, he heard a loud bang above his head, and the light soon illuminated his entire body.

The moment the lightning hit the body, the Lightning Avoidance Technique and the Fire Prevention Technique started working frantically, and the light purple magical energy instantly spread over the body surface.

Zhang Xuezhou only felt his body go numb, and then a burning sensation surged into his heart, and something like hot water flowed through his body.

"I was struck by lightning?"

In reality, Zhang Xuezhou does not have bronze wings, iron wings or gold wings, so he will not become a target for lightning when flying at high altitudes.

He had only experienced high-altitude lightning once in the other world, and the probability of it happening again in reality was extremely low, especially since his body was in relatively normal condition.

The probability of this happening was so low that Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but remember Zuo Quan cursing dozens of times, wishing the sky would be struck by thunder.

"Could it be that I was baptized by Zuo Quan's magic?"

Bai once said that if the power of favor reaches an extreme, the heaven and earth will obey it, and when you speak, it will be like the words of an emperor with supreme majesty, and you can use the power of nature to kill your opponents at any time.

Not only did Zuo Quan curse continuously, but a ray of luck also floated across the tomb of Emperor Luo Fu.

For a moment, Zhang Xuezhou only thought that Zuo Quan might have used similar abilities.

"Could it be that the purple gladiolus grass in your body gave you the power to draw on luck? But Zuo Quan's body clearly only has a tumor. Does having a tumor mean you have more abilities?"

Zhang Xuezhou staggered and fell.

He touched his body and found that the clothes on his back had been burnt into charcoal, with some sparks still remaining on the clothes.

Apart from numbness and swelling, he did not suffer any serious injuries.

After being struck by lightning once, Zhang Xuezhou was a little frightened for a moment and dared not fly in the air again.

He ran towards Beirehe for a while and then climbed over the protective isolation wall.

When passing by the A9 Research Institute, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but turn his head and sigh, but he didn't stop.

As the raindrops fell, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but walk a few steps faster.

"Hey, Zhang Xuezhou, you ran out in the middle of the night?"

When they got closer to the B13 laboratory, Zhang Xuezhou saw Zuo Teng and Zuo Denggao standing at the door of the laboratory, all wet.

This made him look at the rain falling from the sky, and then let it wet his clothes.

"What are you doing here?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"We sent you a message to find out what's the use of you knowing that Zuo Quan went to Dongshan," Zuo Denggao said directly.

"His aircraft was hit by lightning. Was it a coincidence or some other reason?" Zuo Teng asked.

"Was his aircraft struck by lightning?" Zhang Xuezhou asked doubtfully.

"Only Airbus can avoid lightning strikes by flying through the clouds. Aircraft are bound to encounter thunderstorms. There are always three to five incidents of flights being struck by lightning every year," said Zuo Denggao.

"How do you know?"

"Denggao installed a monitoring device on that aircraft and transmitted the footage of the lightning strike at that time, but it is now damaged!"

Zuo Teng flipped through his own viewer and took a few blurry screenshots for Zhang Xuezhou.

Zuo Denggao's monitoring device is no different from the live broadcast in the imperial mausoleum. It also uses related software to conduct monitoring.

However, the surveillance footage was too blurry and lacked storage capacity, so if Zuo Teng wanted to record it he could only rely on screenshots and other means to preserve it.

"What do you think?" Zuo Teng asked.

"How about what?"

Zhang Xuezhou muttered something. As a man who had been struck by lightning, Zhang Xuezhou now had a rough idea of ​​the comparison between himself and Zuo Quan in terms of martial arts level.

If he guessed correctly, he and Zuo Quan had almost equal abilities in this area, which led to him being struck by lightning, and Zuo Quan might have suffered the same backlash because of the fortune spell.