My host is the thief six

Chapter 928 It's a fight!Can you be serious! (32)

Seeing his insistence, the captain of the search and rescue team didn't say anything. He just looked at him and said, "I just went down to look around, and I didn't find that little girl you mentioned around."

"It may also be because the robbery cave collapsed inexplicably at that time. She finally returned to the ancient tomb. She has a map in her hand. She should know that there is an exit nearby."

Teacher Zhang endured the pain in his back and spoke.

"She has a map?"

The captain of the search and rescue team frowned, "Why didn't you mention this before? Where did the map in that little girl's hand come from?"

After Mr. Zhang hesitated, he still sighed and said, "You didn't believe us before, what should I say?"

"As for the map in her hand... She got it from a group of tomb robbers. Those tomb robbers didn't look like good people. We separated from them later, and we didn't know that Wen Ge would I won't meet them again..."

Speaking of this, Teacher Zhang was a little worried.

At this time, Yu Sheng, who was being worried, followed Jing Shangcheng all the way towards the main tomb. During this period, the ancient tomb seemed to be alive in her hands.

Whenever the four of Jing Shangcheng came to a seemingly safe place and were about to take a break and eat something to replenish their strength, the food in their hands was opened and just took a bite, and the mechanism in the tomb was activated.

During this journey, the four of Jing Shangcheng were ashamed and frightened.

Jing Shangcheng is not as energetic as before, his black hair is messy with the dust in the ancient tomb.

Even the clothes on his body were scratched on the way to avoid the mechanism again and again.

The three people who followed him were not much better.

One of them even got a cut on his face, but he was still tightly protecting the backpack in his arms.

"Let me treat your wound first."

A person next to him grabbed the man with the injured face, and took out a bottle of medicinal wine and a small box of cotton swabs from his backpack.

"it is good."

One helped with the wound while the other held the flashlight.

And Jing Shangcheng looked around vigilantly, for fear that some other messy mechanism would pop up.

In just a few days, blue stubble grew on his chin, and his eyes were bloodshot.

But he dared not rest.

Only after thoroughly checking the dangers of this place, he dared to relax.

He didn't close his eyes for two or three days, and when Jing Shangcheng closed his eyes, he felt drowsy.

Unable to resist any longer, he leaned against the wall and fell into a deep sleep.

However, he didn't sleep soundly at all, not worried about his own safety, but...

He had a dream.

In the dream, he seemed to be... wearing a long gown, and then he sneaked up on someone, and didn't kill him, but put him in a painting.

And then... He seemed to throw the painting into the fire, but the painting seemed indestructible, and he tried everything he could to destroy it.

In the end, in anxiety, the painting turned into a pair of eyes full of resentment, staring at him firmly.

Jing Shangcheng was awakened, only to realize that he was sweating profusely and gasping for breath.

"Boss, are you alright?"

A team member next to him handed over a bottle of water at this time, and asked with concern, but his voice was kept very low.

Apparently the other two teammates were also asleep, and he was the only one present who could last a little longer and chose to stay vigil.

(End of this chapter)