Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

A moment later.

Wu Ling was holding a little golden retriever with some fried hair on his head, holding a super-bright flashlight in his hand, carefully looking at the environment inside the building.

To be honest, the environment inside the building is more dilapidated than the overgrown weeds outside.

The walls are mottled and peeling, and the corners are covered with cobwebs and black ash.

The marble on the floor was also pitted, and there were old wooden strips of tables, chairs, benches, and messy yellow paper scrap pages everywhere.

And the air around it was dreary, with a strong smell of musty wood damp and the smell of the carcasses of long-dead animals.

Wu Ling's sense of smell is naturally different from ordinary people.

He smelled the smell, and although he didn't gause, he still had some trouble breathing.

It was as if he had swallowed a dead mouse, and his throat was a little numb in an instant.

It took him a few moments to get used to it, and he barely got used to the strange smell.

When he was accustomed to the taste, Wu Xian in front of him held a flashlight in his hand, bypassed the broken wooden strips of tables and chairs on the ground, and carefully looked at the lobby inside.

The lobby was empty, with only a slag of broken glass on the ground.

There are also some announcements of civilized etiquette and hand-copied newspapers drawn by children and some message paper.

Wu Xian originally just glanced at the messy papers on the ground casually, but when his eyes fell on a certain message paper, he couldn't help but pause.

He looked down at the neat and neat small characters written on the message paper, his eyebrows were a little surprised, and he wondered in his heart:

"Caoli? This font is not something that ordinary people can write, is it written by a calligraphy teacher?"

He was a little curious, so he bent down and picked up the message paper and looked at it carefully.

But after seeing all the above content clearly, Wu Xian's originally flat eyes suddenly condensed, and his mouth unconsciously "ho".

Because the environment here is very empty, Wu Xian's voice has a little echo when he speaks.

Wu Ling was originally looking at the stairs in front of him with a flashlight, but he hadn't forgotten the weird black shadow just now.

The dark shadow didn't know if it was a human or a ghost, and the door of the school building was locked.

There was no sign of anyone walking on the dusty floor in the lobby.

The shadow didn't look like it had just arrived, it looked like it had been here for a long time.

But...... There are no footprints on the floor around here, hiss...... That black shadow can't just float away, right?

Wu Ling's body trembled when he thought of this.

He was shining his flashlight ahead as he was about to look to the second floor.

An extremely ethereal voice was heard in my ears.

Wu Ling was caught off guard when he heard this voice, and his little hair trembled, and he quickly turned his head to look to the side.

As a result, he saw his own brother with a strange face in front of a piece of paper.

Wu Ling frowned suspiciously, his calves immediately jumped down the stairs

, and asked a little nervously: "What's wrong, brother, are you okay?"

Wu Xian came back to his senses when he heard the voice, he turned his head to look at his brother who was a little nervous, his eyes were warm, and he beckoned to him:

"It's okay, I was just shocked by the content on a message paper, come here."

When Wu Ling heard this, his heart was relieved.

He sniffed, grabbed his flashlight, and muttered, "You just scared me to death, I thought you were evil."

Wu Xianyan paused when he stretched out his arm at him.

He looked at the serious expression on his brother's face, and twitched the corners of his mouth speechlessly.

The hand that originally wanted to grab Wu Ling's waist turned to tap his head lightly, and said helplessly:

"Don't worry, your brother and I are very yang, and I won't be able to see a piece of paper on my body, your brother and I are not so evil-"

Wu Xian said halfway through and suddenly paused.

When he said this, he suddenly remembered his previous experience of evil sects, and these words suddenly became a little unspeakable.

Wu Ling originally just said it casually, but after he saw the expression on his brother's face.

I suddenly remembered another name for my brother:

the evil family.

The two glanced at each other, and both jumped away from the topic.

Wu Ling rubbed his nose, rubbed his brother's arm, looked at the somewhat yellowed

paper in his hand, and asked, "Brother, what did you just look at?"

Wu Xian also remembered the content of the paper in his hand at this time.

When he recalled the contents, the expression on his face became extremely strange for a moment, and it looked like the expression of an old man in the subway.

Wu Ling looked at his brother's face change, and blinked his eyes with some curiosity.

Then he was moved to the paper that his brother held up.

Because the paper was held up to his chest obliquely by Wu, Wu Ling could only hold his brother's arm, cross his toes, and raise his little head to look at it.

However, he only glanced at it, and he didn't see what it was about.

Wu Xian suddenly folded the piece of paper, and then bowed his head to Wu Ling with a serious face and said

, "Xiao Ling, this is not something that children can read. "

Wu Ling:"?"

If Wu Xian didn't say this, Wu Ling might not look at it, but the more he said this, the more curious Wu Ling became.

Wu Ling wrinkled his nose, and the rebellion in his heart rose directly.

He struggled a little hard to reach the paper that was lifted up by Wu Xian with his fingers, and said confidently:

"Is there anything you can't see? Good things to share together, besides, I'm not a child, I'm 19, take a look at me."

Wu Xian looked at the little head on his chest that was struggling to stretch his paws to reach the paper, his eyes flashed, and there was a hint of amusement in his tone:

"Do you really want to see it?"

Wu Ling nodded, he saw that the expression on his brother's face was a little loose, so he said with a small sincere face:

"Brother, just show me, isn't this thing just a piece of paper?

Seeing that the little head on his chest was really curious, he handed the paper to him: "Be mentally prepared."

Wu Ling saw that the paper was handed over, so he couldn't wait to stretch out his little head to take a look.

As a result, when he first saw the strange fonts on it, his eyes were a little confused.

However, because he always stays with his brother these days, he has learned some ancient fonts, so he will not be blind.

Wu Ling looked at the content with some effort, but just looked at it for a while.

He let out a disgusted "Huh" on his face, and couldn't help but say: "

WC, what kind of thing is this? It's so explosive? Who is a good school to put on the wall for Xiao Huang Wen'er, or is it such a disgusting little Huang Wen! Perverted?!".