Tomb Raider: As a cannon fodder, I started to play badly

Wuxie's words aroused Fatty Wang's dissatisfaction. He was very excited but suppressed his anger, pointing at Wuxie and said: "Are you talking human language? Not to mention Bai Ran, even understanding this young man is a talent?" The look of being deceived and betrayed by his lover was really funny. Wuxie touched his nose embarrassedly and said nothing. Zhang Qilin curled the corners of his mouth, and Bai Ran seemed to be awakened by Fatty Wang's cry and looked at him. Seeing Fatty Wang with a look of Xishi holding his heart, he was a little puzzled, but inexplicably felt a little happy. After realizing that Fatty Wang was not tricked, Bai Ran withdrew his thoughts and continued to look into the distance.

"Okay, okay, so there is no treasure in this tomb, but why did Third Uncle go to this tomb?" Wu Xie forced to change the subject, but moved a little away from Fatty Wang, causing Fatty Wang to snort in dissatisfaction.

"It's not this tomb." Zhang Qilin told Wu Xie directly. According to his uncle's plan, it was not in this tomb at all. This tomb had never been discovered before. Zhang Qilin focused his attention on Bai Ran. However, the entrance that Bai Ran found was the same entrance they found when they went down to the tomb. It was exactly the same location. Why was the result different? Zhang Qilin lowered his head and thought.

"B. Coma." Bai Ran sensed the uneasy atmosphere around Zhang Qilin, so he retracted his divergent thoughts, pursed his lips, and subconsciously didn't want Zhang Qilin to be like this, so he expressed his guess, although they might not necessarily listen to him.

"Tian Zhen, what does Bai Ran mean by this?" Fatty Wang looked confused and asked Wu Xie beside him. Maybe Bai Ran could really provide some ideas.

"Bai Ran said that we were trapped in a trap and someone was leading us here to see these. The reason why it was not here might be because something happened when we were unconscious. So the time we three were unconscious became exceptionally long, especially the little brother. It is unlikely that he woke up with me just because of the fainting caused by the whirlpool." Wu Xie explained lightly and glanced at Bai Ran. The inexplicably deepening sense of familiarity on his body eased his sense of tearing. He didn't dare to really believe the person in front of him, but Bai Ran had indeed been helping him.

Wuxie looked at Zhang Qilin beside him and asked, "Brother, do you think so too?" Zhang Qilin nodded and tightened the black gold ancient knife in his hand.

"Forget it, never mind. Since it's a trap, let's keep going and see what that guy is going to do." Fatty Wang thought for a while, looking at the mural in front of him. It seemed as if he had stared a hole in it. In the end, he probably didn't find anything, so he said casually as if he was giving up.

"Yes, no matter what we know now, we can only follow the ideas of the person who planned it." Wuxie patted Fatty Wang on the shoulder and said in agreement.

"Bai Ran, did you understand what that zongzi said just now?" Wuxie thought for a while and finally asked tentatively.

When Bai Ran heard Wu Xie calling him, he immediately came back to his senses, shook his head, and looked at Wu Xie nervously, hoping that he could believe him. He looked at Wu Xie with an uncertain expression, thought for a while, and explained anxiously: "Save it, it looks like me." He was looking forward to Wu Xie's reaction. Although he explained anxiously, for some reason, others did not feel any ripples when listening to it, but Bai Ran hoped that Wu Xie could understand.

Wu Xie just shifted his gaze, looked at Zhang Qilin and said, "Brother, let's continue on our journey! Let's see if there is any further description on the stone wall ahead."

Zhang Qilin nodded, turned around and raised the flashlight, and continued walking forward with the black gold ancient knife in his other hand.

Wuxie immediately followed Zhang Qilin's footsteps. He paused when passing Bai Ran, still saying nothing. Bai Ran curled up his fingers, still not moving, just looking at Wuxie. Until Wuxie continued to move forward, he held his machete and continued forward.

Fatty Wang shrugged and said nothing.