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

The malice in the words of the slumped shoulders is obvious.

When hearing the siege of Mi Luotuo, Wu Xie was still calm.

After all, at that time, it would be a big deal for him to use his third uncle's private money to directly buy a few excavators, and then recruit a bunch of good hands to dig the mountain directly.

From the outside to the inside, layer by layer, bit by bit, advance.

As long as the people inside don't die of starvation and are not found by Mi Luotuo.

If he was just under siege, he would always be able to rescue the little brother and the fat man in one year.

When she heard the strong alkali vapor, her innocent face changed.

"How do you know so much?!"

The slumped shoulders seemed to like to see Wu Xie's frightened look. He pushed back his hair that hadn't been trimmed for a long time, and pulled off the black cloth covering the lower half of his face.

The whole face was just displayed in front of Wu Xie and Qi Yan.

What a face that is.

Potholes, uneven.

There are scratches and burn marks.

What's even more frightening is that the lower half of his face is distorted.

It's like butter that melts in high temperature, and it cools down quickly.

The terrifying image was fixed on his face just like that.

The first time Wu Xie and Qi Yan saw the wound, they knew why he knew so much about the Hundred Thousand Mountains and the internal organs of the Zhang family's ancient building.

Qi Yan looked at the wound on his shoulder and face, and then thought about the scar on his face that ran across half of his face.

I think it’s better to be more cool than the protagonist.

Those with slumped shoulders generally either become loyal subordinates after being redeemed by the protagonist, or become villains with psychological distortions.

Now it seems that the collapsed shoulders are obviously the latter.

But not quite the latter.

Slumped shoulders are not malicious to ordinary people.

All his evil thoughts were concentrated on Wu Sansheng and Zhang Qiling.

Wu Xie was obviously dragged down by Wu Sansheng.

Of course, we can't say that completely, after all, as long as Wu Sansheng and the younger brother are still running, Wu Xie will definitely follow behind.

In general……

It's self-inflicted, don't blame anyone.

The injury of the collapsed shoulder and this statement made Qi Yan feel a little familiar.

He patted Wu Xie and made a few gestures, "Does it look like it?"

Wu Xie suddenly said, "Indeed, it seems that the man Jude died in the test triggered the strong alkali mechanism, so he was in a state where his whole body melted inside and out."

Tucked his shoulders, he said disdainfully, "It's his luck, it's his bad luck."

Wu Xie asked naturally: "How to say?"

Tucked shoulders didn't want to explain at first, but seeing Wu Xie still wanted to enter the ancient building of the Zhang family, he didn't know what he thought of, so he said it out.

"The strong alkali steam I'm talking about means that after someone triggers the mechanism, the strong alkali enters the water, and finally forms steam that gradually seeps out from the mechanism opening, gradually filling the entire ancient building.

But the organization that the person you mentioned encountered should be the same organization that I met.

After triggering the mechanism, strong alkali steam will be sprayed out directly, and in just a moment, the person who is sprayed will melt into blood directly. "

As for why the collapsed shoulders didn't turn into water, either they ran fast enough, or the position was relatively backward, so they escaped unharmed.

But it was also stained a lot, so it became what it is now.

Qi Yan asked, "Is your shoulder melted by strong alkali?"

With slumped shoulders and a cold face, he didn't speak.

Qi Yan pouted.

Why did he ask what he asked innocently and what he answered.

When he asked, he pretended to be dumb.

What the hell is this?

Qi Yan turned his head, only to find that Wu Xie was sweating profusely and his eyes were dull, as if he was trying to remember something.

But the pain on his face was clearly beyond his imagination.

He patted innocently on the shoulder.

"!" Wu Xie trembled in fright.

Qi Yan frowned, "What did you think of?"

Wu Xie didn't speak, just kept his mouth shut.

Qi Yan felt that if it wasn't for Wu Xie's belated puberty, it was because what he thought of was related to the people present.

And this person, of course, can only be one person.

Slumped shoulders.

Qi Yan didn't continue to ask, but Wu Xie suddenly raised his head.

He stared at his shoulders, "Back then, the archaeological team carried a batch of coffins into the Shiwan Dashan, the ancient building of the Zhang family."

Tucking his shoulders, he said to himself: "Since you want to save people, go by yourself. It has nothing to do with me to seek death."

Wu Xie didn't care, and asked the last sentence...

"What exactly are you transporting, what's in the coffin?"