Jiang Shaomu curled his lips and said, Zhang Qiling is good in everything except that he likes to show off too much!
When everyone stood up and took a closer look, hey, this damn kid, Jiang Shaomu originally thought that with Bai Ma's instructions of taking care of him three times a day, Zhang Qiling would definitely not dare to commit a crime again.
I didn't expect that the blood suppression from my relatives didn't make me cherish myself so much. My clothes were tattered, with holes and tears here and there, and there were blood stains on them.
Fatty Wang also started shouting immediately. Ever since he met Zhang Qiling and went to the graves together a few times, Fatty Wang has regarded the poor little Wutong as a father.
Seeing the person in such a miserable state, I felt extremely distressed, so I hurriedly checked him carefully while he was walking away.
He was relieved when he found that the wounds were very small and the bloodstains were most likely from somewhere else. Seeing this, Jiang Shaomu gave up the idea of telling tales, thinking that Zhang Qiling was sensible!
Wu Yu was very surprised to see that the quiet and aloof Monk actually knew the two people who suddenly appeared and was checked by the fat man. He didn't know what he was thinking and asked:
"Fatty, you are not the oil bottle brother, right? You two don't have the same surname?"
Fatty Wang glared at him with a smile on his face. This young man was really talkative and had a bunch of questions, but he had been traveling all over the country for so many years and could tell a person's character at a glance. Wu Yu was a good guy and he was easy to get along with!
So Fatty Wang gave him a nickname: "Little Innocent, although I am indeed handsome, I have no blood relationship with our little brother."
He pursed his lips, guessing that Pan Zi must know Zhang Qiling's name, so he added briefly:
"Blind Nan and Mute Bei know you, right? They are the two most famous people in the country, and our little brother is Mute Bei!" He put his arm around Jiang Shaomu and said, "This one is called Master Jiang, and he is also a top expert!"
Wu Yu couldn't stand Wang Pangzi's smug look, so he deliberately showed a suspicious expression to tease him: "Are you telling the truth?"
Fatty Wang could of course see that Wu Yu was being deliberate, but he also really felt that he had a good rapport with the person, so he approached him and started talking to him in a noisy manner.
Pan Zi finally felt his presence. He said to Wu Yu, "Young Third Master, let's go quickly. It's been a long time. I'm worried that Third Master might leave."
After hearing this, Wu Yu stopped making a fuss and became serious.
After discussing it, several people continued to move forward. Now, none of them were being chased by corpse-bugs, and Pan Zi was not injured. They successfully avoided the time when the blood corpses were running over.
However, although Wu Yu did not encounter James' body when the rain fell, the group still encountered a fresh dead foreigner as they continued on their journey.
Perhaps it was some mysterious power of the plot. Wu Yu endured the discomfort and walked forward to flip through it. Jiang Shaomu noticed that he looked at the string of numbers several times, and thought that he must have memorized it.
There were no more twists and turns on the road ahead, and they went straight to the path where Jiang Shaomu and Fatty Wang had come from before.
Jiang Shaomu saw that Wu Yu was about to start panting heavily, and said: "Fatty and I have been here before, it's safe, let's rest for a while."
Although Pan Zi was a little worried about Wu Sansheng, seeing that Wu Yi looked extremely tired, he didn't say anything and sat down with him.
Wu Yu was really shocked when Jiang Shaomu took out two boxes of washed strawberries from his backpack. Although this was his first time going to a tomb, he had never heard of anyone wasting backpack space to bring two boxes of fruit.
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