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

After venting her anger, Wu Xie scratched her already messy hair, "Really, the people I know, those who don't run away don't say a word, and those who love to talk nonsense get together, it's all luck."

Qi Yan: "Hehe, have you finally gained a new understanding of evil sects?"

Wu Xie gradually developed a trace of immunity to Qi Yan's jokes, and he said weakly: "What should I do now? I was going to ask about the shoulder-sagging road to see if I could take a shortcut, but now it seems that I can only go back to the fat man gone."

Qi Yan immediately stabbed him, "Fatty's Lu, in order to prevent the fake Wu Xie from going back to find clues about my departure, Lu was blown up by Fatty."

Wu Xie took a deep breath, clutching her chest, "The family is unlucky."

Qi Yan patted him on the head, "It's done, get up, we have to hurry."

Wu Xie stood up naturally, patted the dirt on her body, and coughed a few times, "Why, cough cough, you know, cough, do you know another way?"

Qi Yan hurriedly took two steps back to prevent his saliva from flying over, "Fake Wu Xie dropped you. Before I came to find you, I looked around. There is a camp nearby, and there may be clues there."

Wu Xie immediately took a step forward, "Let's go, let's go!"

Qi Yan quickly shuttled through the mountains and forests with Wu Xie, traveling all the way.

In less than 10 minutes, the two arrived at a camp.

The trees and bushes around the camp had been cleared, and there were two or three new tents all around, and in the middle of them was a very old and dilapidated tent.

The two sneaked around outside the camp for a while to confirm that no one had walked in.

Wu Xie had a very clear goal, and quickly ran towards the old tent, "This place may have been left by the archaeological team before, but it happened suddenly and there was no time to evacuate it."

Wu Xie opened the tent, put her head in.

next second...

"Ow!!!"

Wu Xie held her nose and backed away again and again, "My sense of smell! What the hell kind of smell is this!"

Qi Yan waved his magic wand, "ventus (hurricane)."

A small tornado flew over and swept away the old tent, leaving several distorted corpses entangled in vines and covered in dry mud.

Qi Yan stepped forward and took a look, "It's the same as Jude Kao's buddy and his slumped shoulders. It's all melting flesh, and the same is true for bones. It's lye."

Wu Xie put on the gloves and turned over the corpses, her face remained unchanged, I have to say that it was much better than the one who vomited after seeing some scenes before.

This is Qi Yan's feeling that no one would like this kind of growth.

But he won't stop Wuxie.

The innocent road can only be walked by himself, no one can make the decision for him.

Whether it's him, the fat man, the little brother or the third uncle, or Jiumen, or "he".

No one can.

After Wu Xie finished checking, he walked over with a soil ball and threw it on the ground.

The earth ball shattered, revealing its contents.

It's a worn, ancient fanny pack.

The zipper is already broken.

Wu Xie pulled it away, "Everything is rotten and nothing is usable. I thought I could have a diary or something."

Qi Yan: "Who is a serious person who keeps a diary? As far as I know, among so many people, only you and third uncle keep diaries, tsk tsk tsk."

Wu Xie immediately retorted, "Obviously there is Aunt Wenjin!"

Qi Yan squinted, "It's the record of her hospitalization in the hospital. I feel after staying here."

Without waiting for Wuxie to argue again, Qi Yan rolled up his magic power and threw the bag Wuxie found out on the ground, his magic wand was lighter, "Looking for..."

There was no reaction at all.

Innocence: ":)"

Qi Yan clapped his hands, "Forgot, there must be a developing one."

It's just that he doesn't have the magic medicinal materials in the magic world on him now, but he can still find substitutes.

Qi Yan flipped through his space bag, and finally took out a slightly elongated black oval object.

The innocent peas were puzzled, "Aren't these the fingernails of the thousand-year-old female corpse in Qixing/Lu/Wang Palace?"

Qi Yan tossed his foul-smelling nails, "It's just to take things. As usual, as long as they have color, relatively stable magic materials can be used for developing. I thought about it, although this nail is black, but I can't stand her being corrosive, watch."

After that, he moved his hand again.

The nails on Qi Yan's palm gradually shattered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into powder and flew into the air, spinning, and violently rushed to the ground.

Immediately after...

"This time~!" Wu Xie looked at the black, smoking footprints on the ground, very consciously, and dubbed the voice.