Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

Zhang Qiling paused when he heard the action of stretching out his hand downward, and glanced at him lightly.

Wu Ling blinked his eyes and met Zhang Qiling's gaze, looking innocent.

It's like I don't realize how out of the box I am.

Just when the two looked at each other, suddenly, Pan Zi's somewhat anxious voice came from below:

"Little Third Master, go up quickly, those are catching up again."

When Wu Ling heard this, he was shocked, and he didn't care about arguing with Zhang Qiling, so he hurriedly looked at the entrance of the cave.

Some distance behind the black blind man's buttocks, a large clump of hair was crawling up the passage in a strange way.

Wu Ling was a little dumbfounded when he saw this scene: "I'll go, is this forbidden woman's life so hard? This is not dead?"

He didn't think too much, quickly turned around to face the entrance of the cave, instinctively stretched out his hand to the person he was most familiar with, and hurriedly shouted in his mouth:

"Brother, come up!"

Wu Xian looked at the bloodstained hand stretched out above his head, his eyes flickered, but he quickly reacted.

He straightened up, and was about to hold it, when he suddenly felt like his ankle had been touched by something slippery, and then something was slamming around his trouser leg.

Wu Xian suddenly felt bad, but before he could react, a gunshot rang out in the passage below.

Immediately after that, the voice of the black blind man came: "Little Third Master, go up quickly."

After the touch on his leg disappeared, Wu Xian couldn't thank the black blind man, grabbed Wu Ling's hand at an extremely fast speed, and was about to climb up.

But before he could exert his strength, a great force came from the hand he was holding.

Wu Ling dragged Wu Xian's hand, stepped back, and directly dragged him up.

After Wu Xian came up, Pan Zi and the black blind man behind him also jumped out one after another.

But just when Panzi jumped out, a change suddenly occurred.

"Whoosh!" a finger-thick strand of hair ran straight to Panzi's back, and the speed was amazing.

Pan Zi couldn't dodge, and suddenly hit a heavy blow on his back, and his body leaned back slightly.

The clump of hair quickly wrapped around his abdomen as it wrapped around him, and then pulled back hard.

The strong force forced Pan Zi to fall towards the hole unguardedly.

When Wu Ling saw this scene, his pupils shrank, and he exclaimed uncontrollably:

"Uncle Pan!"

He saw that Pan Zi was pulled by his hair and kept falling down, and he didn't have time to react.

The body instinctively was like a flexible loach, quickly drilling into the hole blocked by the black blind man and Wu Xian's body, and his arm slammed down.

Pan Zi's heart sank when he was dragged by his hair

, he knew a little about his strength, if it was in an open place, he could still fight with this forbidden woman.

But in such a narrow place, his chances of victory are not great, and he is either dead or wounded.

Pan Zi is not dissatisfied with his result, but it is a pity that he will not be able to serve the third master and the little master in the future.

Just when Pan Zi put his hand on his waist, ready to throw down the bomb pinned there, and die with the forbidden woman below, buying some time for the few people above.

Suddenly, he felt his arm tighten.

A painful sensation of being grabbed by someone on his arm came from his arm slightly.

Pan Zi was a little surprised, and hurriedly looked up, only to see his little master, clutching his arm.

"Little... Little young master?"

"Uncle Pan, catch me!"

Wu Ling gritted his teeth and grabbed Panzi, and the green tendons on his arms were everywhere.

However, the huge force kept coming from below, and the wound that had been entangled in his hair was pulled open, and the blood suddenly flowed.

The blood was slippery to the touch, causing his hand to grasp Panzi gradually become a little unsteady.

At the same time, his body was dragged down by his hair.

"!"

The strong sense of weightlessness caused Wu Ling to curse secretly.

His mind was blank, and he instinctively turned his head and shouted to the back:

"Brother!"

After his words fell, his waist was instantly strangled by a familiar big hand, preventing him from falling down.

Wu Xian held a gun in his hand and looked at the clump of hair below.

His eyes narrowed, he aimed quickly, and then the gun in his hand kept thumping.

Four or five shells fell one after another.

The bullet that flew away hit the hair wrapped around Pan Zi's abdomen very steadily and fiercely.

In the blink of an eye, the clump of hair was instantly shattered by the bullet.

Wu Ling noticed that the sense of gravity below was gone, ignored the tingling sensation in his hand, gritted his teeth and pulled Pan Zi up.

However, after the hair was shattered by the bullet, it quickly spread upwards and followed.

When Wu Ling saw this scene, he scolded secretly: "Come again

, are you still endless?Do you think you are the horizon, and you can continue to extend?!" "We don't have Tang monk meat here, what are you doing in hot pursuit?"

With Wu Ling's scolding voice, the black blind man next to him pulled out the spare gun on his waist and shot quickly down with Wu Xian.

Both of them are sharpshooters, and they wear Yang in 100 steps, and their marksmanship is unique.

After a while, the strands of hair that had climbed up again were quickly shot back by the two of them.

Wu Ling took advantage of this kung fu and dragged Pan Zi up.

However, after he came up, someone suddenly grabbed him by the neck and pulled him to the side.

Wu Ling was already immune to this kind of operation where anyone could pull him up.

He let go of the panzi in front of him with some detachment, and sat directly on the instep of the man, panting slightly in his mouth.

Pan Ziluo sat on the side, and his chest was slightly panting.

He turned his head to look at his little young master, who looked like he was tired and paralyzed, and remembered the appearance of the little young master saving himself just now, and his lips moved:

"Little young master... I.

Without waiting for Pan Zi to finish speaking, Wu Ling waved his hand at him, and said unceremoniously at all:

"You're welcome, on the account, when you go out, uncle, remember to invite me to eat five meals of Haidilao."

Pan Zi paused a little when he heard this, and then reacted to Wu Ling's expression, chuckled lightly, and nodded,

"Okay."

Wu Ling nodded, his eyes attracted by a person.

He looked up and saw Zhang Qiling in front of him moving a particularly large stone slab in his hand, dragging it inch by inch with some effort.

The slate looks like it should be granite, the stone of this material is particularly heavy, and that piece is at least seven or eight hundred catties.

And although Zhang Qiling's movements were a little slow, his expression was not unusual, as if this level of weight was still within his ability.

When Wu Xian came over, his footsteps kept retreating, and when the bullet in his hand was completely shot, he looked up at Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling nodded slightly, as if he had received some kind of signal, and the muscles in his arms flared up.

The extremely heavy granite was firmly covered by him at the entrance of the cave.

The movements of the two are very tacit, tacitly, and it seems that they can know the person's thoughts with a single look.

Wu Ling looked at the scene in front of him, his big eyes lit up slightly.

Although the current occasion was a little wrong, his eyes still flickered a few times, and a little gossip appeared.

However, he didn't take him to continue gossiping, and after Zhang Qiling covered the steel stone on the entrance of the cave, the hair below was a little silent.

Just when everyone thought that the hair had finally retreated.

Suddenly, a violent crash sounded again from below.

"Damn. Wu Ling cursed secretly in his mouth, and immediately got up from the instep of the person behind him with a grunt.

Wu Xian's brows furrowed slightly, and he quickly grabbed Wu Ling's arm and put him on his side.

Then he turned his head and glanced at the few people behind him, and made a gesture: "Retreat."

After saying this, he grabbed Wu Ling's arm and dragged him to run quickly.

Wu Ling was pulled and staggered, and when he ran forward, he didn't forget to wave to a few people behind him.

The black blind man let out a strange laugh and chased after him.

Zhang Qiling and Pan Zi followed closely behind them.

They were placed in the water room on the first floor of the school.

The crowd quickly snatched out of the water room, and then ran up the corridor.

Four of the five, all tall and long-legged runners, sprinted all the way, and in a short time they rushed out of the school gate and towards the iron gate of the courtyard.

And after they ran a few steps into the courtyard, Wu Ling heard a loud collision sound from the school behind him.

It was as if the slab had been lifted open from the inside and fell to the ground.

When he heard this voice, Wu Xian next to him also seemed to hear this voice, and his mouth snorted softly.

He quickened his pace and pulled Wu Ling forward quickly.

When Wu Ling ran forward, he inadvertently raised his head, and his eyes were attracted by the car in front of him.

The sky was still cloudy, and the rain was pouring down, as if the whole world was shrouded in darkness.

Only the Land Rover at the iron gate in front of it emitted a faint white light in the darkness.