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

The atmosphere that had been destroyed by innocence for a long time finally recovered.

Everyone pretended to forget the scene just now, and continued the topic at the beginning.

Third Uncle patted the table again, "I think it's a little strange——"

Wu Xie interrupted, "Third Uncle, you just said that."

"...I just said there is something wrong with the dumb Zhang, he—"

"Third uncle, you said this sentence just now, woo woo woo—"

Qi Yan covered his innocent mouth, looked at the third uncle with killing intent in his eyes, and said, "Third uncle, go on, go on. Fatty and I will teach this kid well after he goes back!"

"Hmph. I—" No one spoke, and the third uncle suddenly fell silent. Fatty and Qi Yan looked at each other, and didn't dare to intervene, just quietly waiting for him to continue.

After 30 seconds passed, the third uncle gave a dry cough and sipped his saliva, "Where did I just say that?"

Just in case the third uncle became angry, the fat man reminded at the right time, "You said thighs just now, ah no, the dumb mouth is full of water. Speaking of dumb Zhang, who came? When did you follow me? Why haven't I seen it?"

Qi Yan gave him an expression of seeing through the world, and the fat man understood in seconds, "Oh oh oh, thighs!"

The third uncle finally remembered what he was going to say, and sighed, "It's too unlucky to take you to the grave, either from the corpse, or the corpse king, and what kind of blue-eyed fox corpse, Hydra cypress Something like that made me nervous and lost my sense of proportion. Thinking about it carefully, it’s only the language of Ge Guo, and no matter how hard it is to find an expert to translate it, how come we can analyze it in a few sentences.”

"Woo, woo, woo!" Wu Xie started to thrash again.

This time even the fat man came to help, he held Wu Xie's grasping hands and whispered: "Hey, my ancestor, you can't calm down, why don't you wait until the third uncle finishes talking? "

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Wu Xie couldn't speak at the moment, and couldn't move her hands, so she had no choice but to raise her legs, her insteps stretched out, her toes pointed at the corner of the wall and kept whining.

Everyone looked over and saw a jacket that was integrated with the ground, dirty, and thrown on the ground in a ball.

To be honest, if he hadn't looked carefully, Qi Yan really thought it was a rag for wiping the floor.

The third uncle signaled him to let go of Wuxie, "Okay, I've finished what I have to say, let's listen to what he thinks, and it's fine if he doesn't adopt it."

Qi Yan was naturally obedient.

As soon as he let go, Wuxie opened his mouth and panted violently for a few times, pointing at the innocent Qi Yan with his blushing face, "Aren't you avenging yourself, boy! And when you were cleaning up fat people with me, did you touch your hands?" It's his stinky feet! You even put your hand on my mouth!"

The fat man was startled, "Don't talk nonsense, Wuxie, I still want to find a wife!"

Wu Xie said twice, wiped her mouth with her sleeve, "What era are you in, kid, you have to get married if your feet are touched? This smell, you haven't washed it for a few days!"

The fat man asked himself, frowned, raised his head and said awkwardly, "Well, it wasn't long, just the day I went to the grave..."

Qi Yan looked at his hand in disgust, thinking about whether he should change his prosthetic limb, but finally chose to let him go.

He poured the remaining water in third uncle's cup onto his hands, and rubbed his wet hands on the innocent clothes, "Okay, what's wrong with your clothes, tell me."

Wu Xie saw that the only change of clothes left on her body was soiled, and she almost fainted, but her force value was not enough.

But in the 30 years of Hedong and the 30 years of Hexi, he will eventually rise up and suppress the third uncle, Qi Yan and the younger brother one day!

As for Fatty, now he can!

Wu Xie, who muttered about the upgrade and counterattack, walked to the corner, took out the rag, ahhhh, from the pocket of his clothes, and finally took out a purple gold box.

Seeing that the things hadn't been swept away with the clothes as garbage, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and walked over, and handed the box to the third uncle.

The third uncle took it and looked at it carefully, "A cipher box?"

He reached out his hand and groped for a while at the bottom of the box. With his fingers hard, everyone heard a very small "click", and saw that the middle of the box was suddenly sunken layer by layer. When the movement ended, everyone lowered their heads to look, and saw A fist-sized three-dimensional gossip plate divided into eight layers is very delicate.

The fat man raised his hand to move, but was slapped away by the third uncle.

"This thing can't be fiddled with. This kind of thing has been set. One floor can only be moved once, which corresponds to one position at a time, that is, the last is an eight-digit password. If one is wrong, the opening of the mechanism will destroy the inside. Things. This thing is a little troublesome. It would be nice if there was a key, and it would be a chance to re-lock it for more trial and error. I will take it away first, and I will borrow a device when I go to the city tomorrow morning to see if I can directly see what is inside— —”

Looking at the gemstone key in the palm of his hand in front of him, the third uncle didn't know how many times he felt that his nephew really deserved a beating sometimes.

He calmly said, "I've been talking for so long, why didn't you give me the key and the box from the beginning."

Wu Xie didn't realize the danger yet, so she just patted the back of her head stupidly, "I was on a blind date with the blue-eyed fox corpse, bah, I was taken away by Qi Yan. It was when you asked Qi Yan to pick me up and Fatty, from the blue-eyed fox corpse. I got it from the mouth of the corpse, if you hadn't mentioned the key just now, third uncle, I would have forgotten about it."

Qi Yan and Fatty Qiqi took a step back, expressing that they are absolutely not familiar with this silly boy.

In the end, the third uncle endured it because he needed Wu Xie's help to divert Bai Er's firepower.

He took the key and pointed it at the middle of the box, "Yes, this is the key, but this is just one more chance, I still have to find some clues, the password is—"

The third uncle looked at the silk book in front of him and the exact eight figures on the silk book, and felt that his blood pressure was about to rise.

He was about to explode, and when he looked up, he saw that this time it was not his nephew who deserved a beating, but Qi Yan, who was ranked second on the list of beatings.

The third uncle took a deep breath and decided to give him a chance, "Where did you come from?"

Qi Yan inexplicably felt a chill behind his back, he silently pulled Wu Xie forward to block himself, and then said: "It was at the Seven Star Coffin that everyone separated, and I was a little bored by myself, so I looked around. The thing was spit out by a monster statue holding a ghost seal at that time."

While the two were talking, Wu Xie happened to see the numbers on the silk book and felt that they looked familiar. He lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly he clenched his fist with his right hand and hit the palm of his left hand, then ran to the corner and began to pick up the dirty thing.

Afterwards, he ran to the third uncle, and happily gestured to the third uncle with the thing in his palm, "Look, third uncle, I also have this password!"

Uncle San's fist hardened immediately.