I had to crouch in the corner to reflect on whether I had thought things too simple, and suddenly I upgraded from picking up a bag to stealing it. I had no repeated practice and lacked practice and experience, so it was inevitable that I would be unfavorable to get a job.

Besides, I am usually too home and rarely leave the main tomb chamber. I am not familiar with the terrain in the ancient tomb. When I listen to the summaries of the tomb robbers, I also listen to the left ear and the right ear.

Now the question is, I am a little scared whether I will die in this ancient tomb, although it is a bit strange to think about it.

The tomb passage itself is a maze. I shrank in the corner for a while and felt that I had to return to the previous tomb passage, find the secret passage that directly leads to the main tomb chamber, and return along the same route.

I was spinning around and felt like I was spinning in place because I saw a stone slab with marks that appeared repeatedly in front of me, and I almost vomited when I walked.

Of course, this is just a metaphor, I can't vomit and eat.

If there is a mark, it means that someone has made the same mistake as me before. The mark must have been left by a tomb robber.

When I turned back to the stone slab for the 109th time, I finally... picked up a backpack.

After the depression I had been wiped out, I happily rushed over and flipped my bag. Unexpectedly, a rope cover suddenly fell off my head, covering my arms and body. When the rope cover was closed, I felt my body tightening.

Damn it! I have seen trapped tomb robbers use this method to catch rats in the ancient tombs to eat. I was so angry that I dare not struggle. I know that the harder the rope is, the tighter the tighter the strapping, and the consequences of struggle will only make me suffer.

I sat on the ground and stared fiercely at the tall young man jumping off the top of the tomb passage.

When did he get up? Why could he climb up the tomb path for so long?

He didn't have the smell of a living person, and I realized this at this time and couldn't help but feel a little curious.

"Are you a survivor?" The tall young man held the rope in his hand. His attitude was quite friendly and friendly, but his questions made me confused.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." A tall young man took out a piece of chocolate from his backpack. I often eat tomb robbers, saying that it can replenish calories.

"You are looking for something to eat, right? Give it, eat it." He handed the chocolate to me, but he didn't let go of the rope, obviously because he was afraid that I would run away.

Compared with other tomb robbers, his attitude towards me was quite friendly, at least he did not stuff me a black donkey's hoof.

I shook my head and said that I didn't need to eat. He slowly loosened the rope cover and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person."

Generally speaking, people who say they are not bad people must be bad people. This is how they are taught in movies and novels.

But I have seen too many tomb robbers, who kill each other and plot against each other, and eat them in order to survive. The youth gave me a different feeling from those cold-blooded guys, so I decided to believe him.

"You can take whatever you want." The young man pushed my backpack to me, and my favorability towards him immediately rose several squares.

He was the first person to take the initiative to flip his backpack, but in his backpack, I only flipped through some commonly used adventure tools, and then I could eat and drink.

Without a cell phone, tablet, and little toys, I returned my backpack to him in disappointment. Things like this could not be installed in my ear room.

"There is no thing you want? Do you know how to write? If you know, write and tell me what do you want?" said the young man patiently and pointed to the ground.

There is dust on the ground and you can write on it. I learned a lot of words from the tomb robbers, so I naturally know how to write.

I wrote the word "mobile phone" on the ground. The young man looked at me in confusion and said, "There is no signal here, I don't bring a cell phone."

I wrote again: Who has a cell phone?

After seeing it, the young man said, "Ms. Cheng has it."

There were several female members in the 317 team. I don’t know who Ms. Cheng he mentioned, but he immediately added thoughtfully: “She was frightened by you just now.”

It turned out to be a screaming lady. I didn't want to see her again. When I heard it was her, I shook my head and thought that if it was her, I could only wait until she died before picking up her cell phone.

Living people recently like to use "mad demon" to describe people who especially like to do something, and I am a mad demon, and I don't want to give up this hobby at all.

But now I have to walk out of the maze tomb passage and go back to find the secret passage.

"It's very dangerous here. My companions and I have separated. Are you familiar with the terrain here?" asked the young man.

I shook my head vigorously, feeling depressed. If I were familiar with the terrain, I would not have turned to the hallucination of vomiting in this maze.

After hearing what he said, I guess this person is definitely not a tomb robber. In addition to being ruthless, the other feature of the tomb robber is that he doubts everything.

They don't even believe in their own people, let alone the stranger they just met.

I stretched out my pale fingers and wrote a few words on the ground: Forgot.

This is the truth. Thousands of years ago, I might have known everything about this tomb, but my brain has limited capacity and I will clean up memory regularly. Those past events have long been destroyed in the long river of time.

I found this theory from a tomb robber's mobile phone. He is a tomb robber who loves learning. There is nothing in his mobile phone that has nothing to do with learning.

All kinds of real science and pseudoscience books were stuffed in that small memory card. It took me three years to change N mobile phones to finish reading the content.

Thus I realized a truth: people always play various roles in life, and they wear many masks at the same time. What others see is just the side that he is willing to see.

The young man suddenly smiled at me and shocked me. The tomb robbers who were going down to the tombs often had a serious expression, otherwise they would be furious and furious.

Whenever they smile, the smile usually represents "calculation" and "death".

So, I am not afraid of living people making trouble, but just afraid of living people laughing. I glanced at the left and right and wanted to choose a way out to escape.

"It's okay, let's go together, and I can still have a companion." The young man put on his backpack and his eyes were locked on my face, so I had no chance to escape.

He is definitely the first tomb robber in history to take the initiative to ask for a walk with the rice dumplings in the tomb.

At this moment, a poem suddenly floated in my mind - when the golden wind, rain and dew meet, it is better than the sand sculptures...

Although I felt it was unreliable to find a way with a tomb robber, I still nodded in agreement, because for the first time in my life, I found myself a road ill.

In this living tomb, things like compass are useless, and it is said that every area in the tomb will move, and there is no way out by rote memory.

"My name is Chen Qinghan, what do you call it?" The young man always speaks in a gentle tone.
Chapter completed!