"It's not bad, I didn't see it. Wu Xie, you are quite clever."

Xiaohua looked at Wu Xie in a silence, quite surprised that this kind of reaction speed was indeed rare.

In this case, most people usually ask about the current situation directly.

There are very few people like Wu Xie who put on a gas mask without saying a word.

"Isn't this nonsense...there is something wrong with the air here?"

Wu Xie rolled his eyes in anger. Why, is he treating him as a brainless idiot?

"There is an element in the air that can paralyze the vocal cords, but it should be a fatal component."

"But in addition to that, there seems to be something amazing underground."

"It is worth mentioning that that thing... seems to have been angered by Uncle Ming."

Xiaohua nodded, pointed to the land under the iron plate, and said in a deep voice.

"But, then again, Wu Xie, how did you come here safely?"

"Those black hairs are not easy to mess with!" As she said that, Xiaohua looked at Wu Xie in confusion.

"...it's this!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Xie grinned, rolled up his sleeves, revealing fresh blood on his wrists.

"There is no wound...Is it Uncle Ming's blood? Rub!"

Xiaohua looked at the scene where there was any wound on Wu Xie's wrist. The blood was clearly the blood of other people preserved by special means.

There is no need to think about being able to protect Wu Xie and come here. This is probably Hu Ming's precious blood.

Thinking of this, Xiaohua subconsciously looked at Hu Ming, who was lying on the iron plate with a little resentment.

"…Made, don't look at me like this, it's so cunning. Wu Xie's bottle of blood is really not mine!"

Hu Ming's face turned dark and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

This matter is so chaotic that he can’t have the blood of the precious person in this world?

"It's a bottle of oil. The fat man and I have been grinding for a long time before we get a bottle each for emergencies. Obviously, this kind of good thing will always be used that day."

Wu Xie shrugged.

Hu Ming is not the only one with this precious resource around him.

That is, what is more sad is that he and the fat man struggled to fight. In the end, the young man reluctantly put about 100 cc of blood on each of them for Hu Ming's sake...

"Okay, stop chatting, just talk about the important things!"

Hu Ming waved his hand and interrupted the two of them's idle talk.

In a short period of time, the movement of the thing below became increasingly louder.

The harsh metal pounding sounds are endless, there is no rhythm, and some are just the mania contained in the sound.

Obviously, the thing below was knocked unconscious by Hu Ming, and it was not breathing yet!

But the iron plate covering the hole was obviously made of some special metal, and the creature had a natural fear of this thing.

Otherwise, just such a larger iron plate weighs about one ton to death.

For ordinary humans, this weight is a bit exaggerated, but for those non-human creatures, one ton is a bit less meaningful.

Especially after a glimpse just now, Hu Ming had already recognized the true face of Lushan.

According to the appearance, the thing below is clearly an arm!

This kind of thing is extremely fierce, invulnerable, and extremely powerful, and ordinary metal is really hard to stop its pace.

You know, in the ancient mythological stories of the Celestial Empire, this kind of monster can be completely catching dragons!

Although this is an exaggerated description by the ancient ancestors, you can also see the ferocity of this thing.

"Xiaohua, you have always been in charge of contacting Huo Xiangu. How are their progress? Where have you been?"

"This iron plate should definitely be a "key", but the problem is that this thing should be used in combination with the situation there."

Hu Ming's eyes swept through some obscure areas under the black hair on the surrounding walls.

With his mechanism, he has already seen the mystery here.

Under the black hair, there is clearly an ancient hidden weapon in the mechanism, which is undoubtedly connected to the iron plate here.

only...

Hu Ming looked at the cave wall, and an unknown meaning flashed in his eyes.

"I can only say...Is your luck really bad?"

Hu Ming murmured in a low voice.

"They have already set out from Banai Village. It will probably take a few days to get to the nearest lake you mentioned."

When Xiaohua picked up this, she pinched her nose and said softly.

"...a week...that is, we still have to wait here?"

"Damn!"

Hu Ming and Wu Xie looked at each other and their faces turned dark.

This kind of life that is even more savage than savages is really not a good experience.

They are not specializing in shooting eagles from high altitudes!

"Also, Uncle Ming, eliminate the information they sent... It seems that something is wrong with the people in the Qiu Decai exam."

"The woman who led the team not only did not stop Grandma Huo and the others' actions, but was also enthusiastically helpful to them!?"

In the end, Xiaohua was a little unconfident. The grudge between Lao Jiumen and Qiu Decao has lasted for half a century.

When was Qiudeka so friendly to their nine-goal people?

"Because, the leader of this time is Aning's woman... a woman who has an ambiguous relationship with Uncle Ming."

Wu Xie grinned and said with a strange expression.

What do you mean? He is really sour... He is so envious of all, okay?

Drought is dead, drought is dead...

Made, just thinking about it makes you envy, jealous and hateful.

"So that's it... But Uncle Ming, then again, won't Yin Nanfeng tear you alive?"

The little flower understands in seconds!

"Get out, there's no such dirty thing as you said..."

"That woman Aning just knew that her mission would not be completed. Jude Cao was no longer able to save this time. Just leave a way out for herself, okay?"

Hu Ming's face turned dark, and he couldn't help but want to hammer these two bastards to death...
Chapter completed!