Stealing Pens: Travelers from the End of the World

The disappearance of the subtle footsteps made Zhang Qiling pause in leading the way. He pulled the brim of his hat to hide his emotions and slowed down a bit.

The few people following behind thought something had happened, and quickly became vigilant and looked around.

They didn't have Zhang Qiling's good ears, and Tan Yuchen deliberately kept the distance and walked lightly. As a result, no one except Zhang Qiling noticed that there was so few people in the team.

The fat man carefully moved to Zhang Qiling's side, lowered his voice and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Zhang Qiling shook his head.

The fat man took a good look at the road ahead with his flashlight. There were only deep corridors and icy buildings. The fat man looked at Zhang Qiling again, and when he saw that the man looked normal, he felt relieved and told the people behind him that it was okay.

Everyone relaxed and moved forward.

They walked through the long corridor and came to a main hall. In front of the door stood a stone tablet with no words. Behind the stone tablet was a jade door, four or five meters high and two people wide.

The fat man couldn't help but sigh: "Hey, tell me, the owner of this tomb built his tomb in a place where birds don't poop, and even if he dies, no one will find him. How immoral, isn't it?"

If we see the owner of this tomb, we have to tell him. "

"Indeed." Ye Cheng spoke to the side. He stood at the edge and looked at the unknown depth of the cliff below. He agreed with the fat man's words. "The emperor is different. All the tombs are built on this cliff. Bian, can't we repair it on flat ground?"

"Don't be poor, go help." Wuxie burst into laughter after hearing this. He helped Monk Hua take a photo before he stopped the two people who were about to complain.

As soon as the fat man heard that the door could be opened, he couldn't wait to run over to help. They used a crowbar to squeeze hard, and the ice on both sides of the door shaft was completely shattered. Then they used chisels to clear away the broken ice, and then managed to open a crack.

The fat man shook his overstretched arm and used a flashlight to get close to the gap to see: "I'll go, it's so narrow, Fatty, I can't get through."

Monk Hua and others spent some more effort, but the gap cracked open again and there was no reaction. Panzi installed the crowbar and said: "It can only be so wide."

"Fat man, you should lose weight when you go out." Wuxie said, patting the fat man on the shoulder and jokingly said, "Who is so fat as a tomb robber?"

"Go, go." The fat man rolled his eyes, grabbed Ye Chen who couldn't wait to get in, and turned around to ask Zhang Qiling, "Brother, do you see if there is any mechanism here?"

Zhang Qiling squatted beside the jade door and touched it with his hand, shook his head and walked in first.

The fat man suddenly felt something strange. He squeezed in hard and waited until Wuxie came in. He quickly put his arms around Wuxie's shoulders and followed Zhang Qiling closely. He asked in a voice that only the three of them could hear: "Where is Mr. Tan?"

Only then did Wuxie realize that there was someone missing from their team. He shook his head and asked, "Isn't Yuchen always in front of us?"

"Who the hell knows about this? The only thing we walked all the way to was the jade door!" The fat man was a little irritable. He wanted to ask Zhang Qiling but found that this man seemed to have suddenly become less talkative.

"You go." The fat man cupped Wu Xie with his hand and raised his chin to let Wu Xie go.

Wu Xie smirked twice at the fat man, rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth: "Why."

"You have a lot of questions, so it's normal to ask." The fat man whispered without hesitation, "Go, go, go."

The fat man patted Zhang Qiling on the shoulder without waiting for Wuxie's reaction: "Brother, Wuxie wants to ask you something!"

"...Damn Fatty!" Wuxie kicked the Fatty, and avoided Zhang Qiling's gaze with a grimace, "Um...little brother, where did Yuchen go?"

Zhang Qiling: "..."

Zhang Qiling lowered his eyes and did not answer Wu Xie's question. He still led the way with his flashlight.

This channel seemed to be able to absorb light, and the already weak light source had no effect in this channel, so Wuxie and Fatty easily missed the emotion in Zhang Qiling's eyes.

The two of them didn't hear Zhang Qiling's reply. After several attempts to speak, they fell silent. They didn't plan to ask any more questions and just followed him forward honestly.

Qin Yuchen climbed over rows of stone statues with human faces and animal bodies and came to a relatively flat place.

He took out a piece of compressed biscuit from his bag, tore it open and stuffed it into his mouth, then took a flashlight to look at the situation in front of him. At a glance, there should be more than a dozen stone statues here, each of which was almost the height of three adults combined. height, and the overall color is blue-black.

The stone statues have a face with clearly visible facial features, with different expressions, and the body resembles that of some kind of bird, with huge claws and wings. Some of the stone statues are posed as if they are about to fly high.

There is nothing else besides that.

Qin Yuchen finished the biscuits in a few seconds, patted the paw of the stone statue closest to him, and used a knife to carve a pattern on it that was hard to tell unless he looked carefully.

He brushed off the dust with his hands, nodded and was very satisfied with his masterpiece: "I left a mark."

Then he packed up his things and left the place.

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Qin Yuchen found Wu Sansheng sitting next to Shi Yan based on 007's route.

The location they were in now was a bit like an ancient battlefield, surrounded by mummy remains and many dilapidated ancient weapons.

Qin Yuchen kicked the skeleton away from his feet and came to Wu Sansheng: "Third Master."

There was no one in Wusan Province, just a man sitting on a stone with his head hanging down.

He didn't know when Wu Sansheng was injured. It seemed a little serious and his clothes were in tatters. He raised his head and looked over when he heard someone calling him.