Mantra

Chapter 249 Monitoring Screen
Lin Shaosong's monitoring screen is not particularly clear, but he can still distinguish things. After they entered the blood well, we first saw a long corridor.

The dark corridor was very long and monotonous. Lin Shaosong and his gang were cautious and walked very slowly. After looking at it for a long time, my excitement of peeking into the hole disappeared a little bit.

I thought that this kind of work similar to tomb robbery would be exciting and foggy, but I didn't expect it to be nothing more than that.

After a while, and because of this ordinaryness, both Wang Hou and I felt a little bored.

I'm fine, especially the platoon leader Wang, who couldn't bear this "loneliness" at all. After watching it for a while, he patted my shoulder and said, "You guys watch first, I'll set up some booby traps."

Wang Hou's words surprised me again, because since the Yaowang Temple, he seems to be very afraid of the man in black who snatched the "Yaowang Handbook" from us. Desperate posture.

The most exaggerated thing is that ever since Wang Hou invented his booby-trapped mines, he has never been away from him. Every time we go to camp, he must first arrange the string of spider-web-like mines properly. They will never stop.

In him, I saw the tension before the war, and also saw the inexplicable anxiety, even fear.

A man who can scare Wang Hou... I dare not think too much about it.

Wang Hou was worried about the man in black, and I was worried about him. Because of this worry, I stopped him immediately when he was about to turn around and go out to engage in booby traps.

I said frankly, "Old Wang, do you have something to hide from me?"

"Me?" Wang Hou smiled and said, "What am I hiding from you?"

I said to him slowly: "Since meeting that guy who grabbed the medicine gourd in Yaowang Temple, you have been mentally abnormal. To put it bluntly, you look like a frightened cat."

What I said made Wang Hou slightly taken aback, and then he broke into a smile and said, "It's nothing, don't get me wrong, I just feel that person is a very big threat. Be careful."

I frowned, "Is that really the case?"

Faced with my questioning, Wang Hou seemed a little bit at a loss as to how to speak, but he still laughed foolishly and said, "That's really all there is to it, I can't say anything else... It's hard to say."

Wang Hou's words reached this point, and I couldn't ask any more questions, but looking at Wang Hou's generous and hurried figure, I always felt that he still had something to say to me.

Why don't you tell me... what the hell does he know?
Just as I was thinking about these questions, Lin Shaosong underground had already walked quite a distance. In the long black-gray passage, they encountered the first obstacle.

Judging from the image, it was a collapsed wall, and because of its age, it was completely impossible to see the reason for its collapse.Lin Shaosong reached out and rummaged on the wall. Apart from a large number of bones, there were only broken blue bricks and stones left.

Xian Hongye stared at the screen closely, watching every movement of Lin Shaosong. After Lin Shaosong stopped picking, Xian Hongye asked, "Shaosong, what did you find?"

On the earphone side, Lin Shaosong gasped and said, "Ah... the broken wall is quite thick, and the Golden Fleece is about to go down the blast hole."

"Oh." Xian Hongye nodded, and reminded: "Your idea, safety first..."

Later, when the Golden Fleece cut the explosives and drilled the holes, Xian Hongye kept staring at the screen, but I felt really bored and didn’t bother to watch.

So, I suddenly thought of the pangolin that brothers Agou and Mao found.

To be honest, although I am a cook, I have never made game, especially rare animals like pangolins. Firstly, it is because of my old squad leader’s warning, secondly, because of the current national conditions and laws, and thirdly, because of The Shandong cuisine that I have devoted myself to.

Among the Wuzang Temples, Leiren’s Wuling Temple is the best at making rare birds and wild game. Things like civet cats, pangolins, and thousand-year-old turtles are all readily available. In our Confucius Temple, being a wild rabbit is as good as the sky. .

However, there is specialization in the art industry, and I am not ashamed of it, and I heard that the state management is now strict, and the game business in Wuling Temple is not easy to do. I dare not openly do game business, so I can only make money by cooking private dishes at night by "holding a ghost feast".

But I am a cook after all. Although I have never cooked these things, I am sincerely interested in these weird ingredients. And I really don't have the energy of Xian Hongye to stare at the black and gray screen for a long time.

In a hurry and boredom, I explained to Xian Hongye, and I wanted to see what the pangolin that Agou brought back from Heilanbo City looked like, it was purely long-eyed.

Xian Hongye stared at the screen as usual, she waved her hand and said to me: "Pay attention to hygiene, wear gloves..."

I nodded and walked to another off-road vehicle.

When A Mao and A Gou came back, because they had new tasks, the two "foodies" failed to take care of the pangolin. They hurriedly wrapped the "big meat" and threw it into the trunk of the off-road vehicle, and followed Lin Da. Little started the underground journey.

I know that although Young Master Lin is rich, he lacks prestige. In addition, these two Thais are used to being free and unrestrained, which led them to be unscrupulous and even kill animals.

In detail, all of this has to be regretted by Young Master Lin's extremely failed "money-spreading leadership". He has no idea that this "mercenary group" is different from corporate management. And the pangolin in front of me is the best proof of Master Lin's failed leadership.

At this moment, the pangolin was simply wrapped in newspaper, soaking in a strong smell of blood.Because of the newspaper, although I couldn't see the whole picture of this beast clearly, just looking at one of its claws was enough to arouse my imagination.

The "claws" of pangolins are very long, and they have five fingers just like humans. On the fingers, there are scales and thick hoof scales, like the soles of some ancient monsters.

In the Huogong language of the Wuzang Temple, the pangolin is called "Earth Man" and the claw of the pangolin is called "Kirin Finger". Compared with the real thing, it really deserves its reputation, but overall, I feel that it is more like a baby's hand. Imbued with a "spirituality" that I don't understand.

According to the legend of Wuzang Temple in ancient times, this pangolin is one of the ten evil spirits of the earth. It is extremely spiritual, especially a pair of front claws, which has the effect of avoiding evil and exorcising evil spirits. .And the pangolin's claws have also become treasures that are regarded as treasures by tomb robbers, miners and corrupt officials.

But facing the bloody paw like a baby's hand, I can't connect it with the so-called "treasure", but the more I look at it, the more awkward it becomes.

I'm even asking myself... is this really edible?
With that extremely weird feeling, I reached out and opened the newspaper wrapping the pangolin.

(End of this chapter)