Grave Robber: System, you want me to learn magic?

Qi Yan, who suddenly realized that he was alone, really didn't know what to do, should he just stay here and wait for everyone to find him missing, or just break up and blow up the surrounding area.

After thinking for two seconds, he seemed to see the innocence of talking about various regulations such as "cultural relics protection" to the third uncle and Pan Zi before going down to the tomb, and he was shocked.

"No, it can't be blown up. If it blows up and goes back, wouldn't it be me who gets nagged?"

Helpless, Qi Yan could only grope around to see if there was any mechanism to get him out of here first, and then he didn't even let go of the stone bricks on the ground, stepping down hard one by one.

Unexpectedly, there was no reaction at all.

"Impossible, the canned fat man can come in, and the little brother also said that there is a secret passage here, so there must be."

Finally, Qi Yan shifted his gaze to the two stone statues of evil ghosts who were a bit too tall in this tomb.

Qi Yan turned his hand on the ghost seal for a long time without seeing any movement. He was scorned by this movable but useless decoration, and he simply pulled the ghost seal from the evil ghost's hand with force.

"Bring it! You."

I thought it was some kind of mosaic structure, but it turned out that it was just a shallow ring-shaped pit drilled in the palm of the evil ghost, and the stone ghost seal was simply placed on it.

Taking off the stone ghost seal, Qi Yan waited, but there was still no movement. He threw away the ghost seal and was about to get off the evil ghost, but suddenly saw the ring on the ghost's hand that was held high by another evil ghost. .

Ring, circular shallow pit.

Qi Yan thought briefly for a second, "A perfect match!"

As he said that, he climbed onto another evil ghost with both hands and feet, and effortlessly pulled the ring off Ghost Claw's hand, and put it on the shallow ring-shaped pit.

Tight stitching, perfect.

Qi Yan stood expectantly on the ground and looked around, planning that wherever a hole appeared, a carp would leap straight into the target.

But I don't want to wait and wait, but I wait until a hei...tui from the evil spirit?

Qi Yan looked solemnly at the silk book that spit out from the evil ghost's mouth and fell to the ground, "Fortunately, it came out from the mouth, if it came out from the back, I would never touch it even if I starved to death here. You!"

The problem is, now that Qi Yan is going out, he finally found a mechanism, but the result is not what he wanted.

Picking up the silk book, Qi Yan sighed, "It's best to have a diagram of the structure of the tomb or a diagram of the mechanism. Don't be ignorant of good and bad, and force me to fire."

The next second, seeing the contents of the silk book, Qi Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, he looked down again in disbelief, raised his hand, and said angrily, "Torn apart!"

I saw only a string of numbers on the silk book - 02200059.

Five minutes later, Qi Yan sat on a pile of rubble and began to contemplate this string of numbers.

Alphabet comparison, letter misplacement, number coordinates, and finally even homonyms were used, but I didn't understand what the number was trying to say.

"Bang~!"

Qi Yan froze for a moment, and stayed there without moving, but he didn't hear the voice again, "auditory hallucinations"

"boom!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Qi Yan stuffed the silk book into his bosom casually, then lay down and patted the ground and shouted loudly: "Pan Zi, is that you, Pan Zi?"

no respond.

After that, the sound of the wooden warehouse did not sound again.

Qi Yan was a little anxious, he had been alone here for so long, and finally had some clues, so he couldn't let it go easily.

He used his hands hard, got up and took a few steps back, "Damn it, I'm a wizard! Wizard! Why did I become a member of the blasting team from the beginning of following Wuxie... Torn apart! Torn apart! Torn apart!"

A few fell apart, but the ground made of stone bricks exploded.

Immediately afterwards, Qi Yan heard a sound—"My little third master, you are killing me! I c, the bottom is not over yet, why is there another moth on the top!"

Pan Zi?

What did Wu Xie do to Pan Zi, why did the tone sound so resentful.

Qi Yan squatted next to the hole he had blown open, poked his head out and looked down, just right in front of a disheveled face holding a torch to roast a corpse, his eyes already full of tears.

Wu Xie was startled, then overjoyed, "Qi Yan, help me!"

Qi Yan wanted to tease him at first, but in the blink of an eye, he saw that the flames in the hands of Pan Zi and a white and tender fat man he didn't know were about to go out, and the surrounding corpses were just about to move, and they flew over from time to time, wanting to have a full meal. a meal.

He looked at the distance between the entrance of the hole and the ground, it was about two or three meters, he would definitely not die if he jumped down, maybe he could kill a few corpse weeters.

Without hesitation, Qi Yan jumped directly from the entrance of the cave, but he didn't expect to hit Bai Nen Fatty who was passing by.

As if falling on a trampoline, Qi Yan bounced twice after landing on the fat man.

Fatty Bai Nen let out an "Ouch", lay on the ground and wailed, "Who doesn't have eyes, didn't you see the fat man down there?!"

The one on the ground was still clutching his waist and howling, Pan Zi and Wu Xie ignored it directly, and pulled Qi Yan for a burst of output.

"Master Qi, do you still have fire here? This thing is afraid of fire!"

"Qi Yan, is there any group damage in your first-year magic? Hurry up and clear the field!"

Qi Yan was silent for a moment, then slapped a corpse fly that flew up with his backpack, and took out a few firecrackers from the bag to share with them.

"You also know that I'm still in the first grade. What can I do in the first grade? At most, I can only dismember Mi Zongzi's body."

Fatty Bai Nen had followed them very consciously at this time, without saying a word, but with the posture of "I and you are on the same team".

Qi Yan took a look and didn't care, anyway, as long as they walked together, he could always tell the difference between a human and a ghost when he saw Third Uncle.

With the fire source again, everyone is a little safer for the time being.

From time to time, Pan Zi used a knife to pick up and fly corpses that climbed up his legs or flew over, and at the same time led several people to the base of a wall.

"Little Third Master, Lord Qi, you guys go up here first by taking the ladder, and I will come right after the palace."

As he spoke, he took the Huozhangzi and ran in another direction, making it clear that he wanted to lure away an increasingly large group of corpses.

Wu Xie wanted to chase after seeing her, but was grabbed by Qi Yan, and together with Fatty Bai Nen, she threw Wu Xie up.

Wu Xie hung half of her body on the stone platform in front of the cave, and went up as soon as she exerted her legs.

He immediately turned around and stretched out his hand, Qi Yan motioned for Fatty Bai Nen to go up first.

I have to say that this fat man is really flexible, his movements are much smoother than Wu Xie's.

Although Qi Yan didn't have much skill in his hands, he had a good physique, just like climbing a rock without protection, he forcibly climbed up a few cracks in the rocks.

"Pan Zi, hurry up, come here!"

When Pan Zi heard this, he immediately stopped turning around and ran towards Wu Xie.

But the situation is getting more and more dangerous.

Not to mention more and more corpse weeters, they are also getting bigger and bigger, from the size of a thumbnail at the beginning to the size of a fist, and now there are palm-sized ones.

These cadavers are different from the small cadavers in that they are not afraid of fire, and they charge upwards with their thick pincers and arms.

Wu Xie imitated Pan Zi's previous action, sprinkled some white wine on the clothes, ignited it and threw it down.

But this only stopped the huge group of corpses for less than 3 seconds.

Qi Yan frowned, thinking about the magic he could use now, and then rummaged through his bag.

When he saw something, his eyes suddenly lit up.