Don't pretend, anchor, I've seen you touch the golden talisman!

Chapter 147 I’m almost catching up with Huang Daxian’er (please vote and follow up)
Hearing Wang Qiang's shout, Lin Yi and Qian Sheng rushed over immediately, grabbed Wang Qiang's ankle and pulled him out.

After finally pulling him out of the robbery hole, Wang Qiang sat on the ground in shock, breathing heavily.

"Damn, it's too scary. After climbing two steps, the outer walls on both sides began to ooze blood. Look at my hands."

After speaking, he stretched out his hands and put them in front of his eyes.

All three of them stared at his hand with six eyes, but there was nothing on his hand except dirt.

"What's the hysteria? Where's the blood? Where's it gone?"

"Yes, Mr. Wang, this is my first time going to the ground, and I can't bear your intimidation."

Qian Sheng kept stroking his chest.

"No, I just saw blood oozing out of this wall, dripping from the top all the way down, and falling on my head, please help me see if there is any on my head."

Looking at his nervousness, it didn't look like he was joking.

Lin Yi took out a bright flashlight from his bag, hit Wang Qiang on the head, and looked at him for a long time without finding any suspicious signs.

"Don't be surprised all the time. There is nothing. I think you are hallucinating due to lack of oxygen."

With that said, he took out a portable oxygen cylinder from his bag and handed it to Wang Qiang.

"Maybe it's really a little lack of oxygen, I'm a little sleepy now."

As he said that, Wang Qiang yawned, took the oxygen bottle and pressed it to his mouth, took two deep breaths, and immediately became sober.

"Rely on the rest meeting. Shopkeeper Qian will help take care of it. I'll go in and take a look."

After saying that, Lin Yi turned around and got into the robbery hole.

This hole can accommodate Wang Qiang's figure, so Lin Yi is naturally no problem.

It's just that this passage is longer than the previous ones, and it's dug with twists and turns, and there is a strong smell of blood in it.

Just when he was hesitating, he heard Qian Sheng start to shout outside.

"Master Lin, come out and have a look, what's wrong with Master Wang?"

Lin Yi couldn't care less about continuing to explore, so he quickly stepped back.

When he returned to the previous tomb, he saw Wang Qiang holding an engineering shovel in one hand, shouting angrily and swearing, sometimes smashing the wall, and sometimes using the shovel blade to chop the supporting wooden frame.

Qian Sheng stood aside, already taking out his nine-section steel whip in his hand.

Wukong was also scared and jumped up and down, squeaking and screaming.

"Old Wang, are you crazy? You messed up here, if you cut this thing off, all four of us will be buried here alive."

Wang Qiang didn't seem to listen to Lin Yi's voice at all, he was still slashing and chopping with his sapper shovel.

"Treasurer Qian, what's going on?"

"I don't know. I was fine just now. I was sitting here breathing oxygen and we were chatting. But after a while, the man stood up suddenly, picked up a shovel, and began to attack. I couldn't even get close. .”

"I can't care so much now. Throw the whip out and wrap his feet around him first. This guy, he's going crazy, we're going to vomit and drink a pot."

Qian Sheng nodded, took out the nine-jointed whip, found the right timing, and threw it from his hand, which happened to be tightly wrapped around Wang Qiang's ankle.

The upper body was still exerting strength, but his feet were suddenly restrained, and he staggered and fell to the ground.

Lin Yi followed closely and rode on his back.

Wang Qiang struggled with all his strength, Qian Sheng also came up to help, and the two of them worked together to restrain him.

Unexpectedly, not long after lying on the ground, the boy snored and fell asleep.

"Hey, we are as tired as a grandson, he is so good, he just fell asleep."

Qian Sheng stood up from Wang Qiang, panting heavily with his hands on his hips.

Lin Yi frowned.

He reached out and patted the back of Wang Qiang's neck.

"Wake up, go back to sleep, do you think we are here on vacation?"

Wang Qiang didn't respond.

Lin Yi stretched out his hand to turn him over. As soon as his hand touched Wang Qiang's wrist, he suddenly froze.

"not good!"

Lin Yi quickly turned Wang Qiang over so that he was facing up, reached out and took out three silver needles from his backpack and roasted them over fire, and spotted the acupuncture points and sank into Wang Qiang's throat.

I twisted it with both hands and pulled it out. Half of the silver needle was already black.

The second needle was inserted directly into the center of Wang Qiang's heart and lungs. When he pulled out the silver needle, the needle turned slightly dark.

"so far so good!"

Lin Yi let out a sigh of relief, took out the powder made from the "Snake Eye Cistanche" plant from his bag, picked out a piece the size of a soybean, and poured it into Wang Qiang's mouth.

Not long after, Wang Qiang babbled twice, turned over, and fell asleep again.

When Lin Yi touched his pulse, it seemed that he was still a little unstable.

"What's wrong with him?"

At this time, Qian Sheng came to him, looked at Wang Qiang on the ground and said:

"Do you think Mr. Wang's symptoms look like the head-lowering technique of the 'Seven Arrows Book of Nails' that you mentioned?"

His words can be regarded as a word to wake up the dreamer.

Lin Yi was heartbroken because just now he had detected signs of a "dead vein" in Wang Qiang's pulse.

Wang Qiang's life was really hanging by a thread just now.

But the cause of his condition is unknown.

Qian Sheng's words reminded him at the right time.

"Why didn't I think of that!"

Lin Yi lifted Wang Qiang's head and pulled the hair on top of his head.

Three blood spots as small as pinholes appeared on Wang Qiang's head.

"You really hit the spot, Shopkeeper Qian, he really hit the 'Book of Seven Arrows with Nailheads', and it's the most vicious kind. Give me a hand!"

Qian Sheng immediately went over and helped Lin Yi to support Wang Qiang to sit by the wall.

Lin Yi took out three silver needles and injected them into the left and right Fengchi acupoints, the left and right Chengling acupoints on the back of his head, and the Shenting acupoint on the front.

Then forcefully opened Wang Qiang's mouth, and used the broken copper and rotten iron at hand to support his upper and lower teeth.

The last needle was pierced suddenly from Xinhui acupoint.

Wang Qiang suddenly stopped breathing, and his face, neck and whole body were flushed red.

"Master Lin, nothing will happen, right?"

"No, I know it!"

Wang Qiang held his breath for more than a minute, and Qian Sheng didn't dare to catch his breath.

Suddenly, I heard a "pop" sound from Wang Qiang's buttocks.

It felt like the soil on the ground was about to be broken apart by his fart.

The entire tomb was filled with a stench in an instant.

"My god, this is almost catching up with Huang Daxian'er, it's so eye-catching."

Qian Sheng hastily took out the gas mask from his bag, not forgetting to give one to Lin Yi.

After Lin Yi put on the mask, he took out a piece of white gauze from his bag and covered it over Wang Qiang's celestial cap.

After a while, I felt the gauze on my palm became damp, and when I took it off, I saw three crystal clear ice crystals.

Each piece was still stained with blood, and almost half of it had already melted.

"Fuck, fuck, who the hell put gas bombs here, who did it? Who the fuck did this immoral thing?"

Wang Qiang, who just woke up, was not spared lying on the ground, smelling the smell here, couldn't help but yelled.

(End of this chapter)