Chapter 032: The Fatty Who Wants to Hold His Legs
The whip in Zhang Moyu's hand is no ordinary object. It is a weapon that has been with him since he fell into the horror world. It is nourished by the unique weird aura of that world and his own spiritual energy, and has already developed some spirituality.
Not only is it easy to use, but it can also be folded and unfolded freely.
The bone whip rubbed quickly in the air, and the tiny bone blade on the whip suddenly opened, wrapped around the bloody corpse's neck and sank deep into its flesh.
Before the blood corpse could react, Zhang Moyu pulled back with force, and the sharp bone blade was like a saw, easily cutting off the blood corpse's head.
Fatty Wang saw that the seemingly powerful blood corpse only lasted one round due to the tacit cooperation of the two big guys.
As soon as he hit the ground, his body was split in two, deader than dead. I immediately felt a deep sense of awe for the two big guys.
This guy is a real big shot!
The living boss was right in front of him, and Fatty Wang felt that he should seize this opportunity seriously.
If he could get in touch with the big boss, then Fatty Wang would be able to walk horizontally, vertically, diagonally, and however he wants in the tomb.
"Boss, what are your names, sir?"
Fatty Wang bowed to the two of them and introduced himself in a very familiar manner.
"My name is Fatty Wang, and I'm known as the Little Prince of Tomb Raiders. You can just call me Fatty. I'm quite famous in Panjiayuan, Beijing. If you need any help in the future, you can come find me there.
When the time comes, if you ask around, you’ll know that I, Fatty… ahem, Fatty’s nickname, is a well-known person with a kind heart and a good mind…”
The fat man was still tirelessly introducing himself, but Zhang Qiling just nodded at him and ignored him as he walked towards Zhang Moyu.
Zhang Moyu glanced at the fat man who was looking at him with twinkling eyes. He had a surprisingly good impression of him. He was in a good mood and gave his name.
When he got closer, Zhang Qiling looked at him carefully and didn't see any injuries on Zhang Moyu, so he asked.
"May I?"
Zhang Moyu saw that he knew he wouldn't be easily hurt, yet he was so concerned that he left the team to run over to see him and ask if he could handle it. A warm feeling welled up in his heart, and he gave him a gentle smile.
"You don't have to worry about me. Although I've never been to a tomb, I'm still very good at dealing with evil things. But you, don't get hurt."
Zhang Moyu looked at him with a gentle smile, but said very cruel words.
"After you get out, I will stay by your side. Until your body recovers, I will make nourishing soup for you every day, and you must drink it.
If I find out you're deliberately hurting yourself, I'll add more coptis root and sophora flavescens to your tonics. Don't worry, I'm very sensible and won't let the medicine be too bitter to damage your taste buds.
You'll need to take this medicine for at least three years. You can figure it out for yourself, kid."
Zhang Moyu knows his children too well. As long as no one is supervising them, they will do things without any sense of propriety.
After being discovered, he said it was nothing, and his face was expressionless to hide his little thoughts.
In fact, there are only one or two people with a lot of little tricks in their minds.
He said this to Zhang Qiling to put him under restraint so that he would have some sense of propriety.
Most of the tribe members are most disgusted by bitter and sour tastes. Generally speaking, if it is not a serious matter, using these two things to threaten them will definitely catch them.
After hearing what he said, Zhang Qiling's expression froze for a moment, and then he nodded very seriously.
"Well, I'll be careful."
Zhang Qiling originally thought that he would not be used to having people care about him, and would feel awkward and unnatural. He was also worried that his occasional bleeding would make Zhang Moyu worry about him.
But the fact was, Zhang Moyu broke down his defenses with just two sentences, and made him remember firmly in his mind that he couldn't cut himself to bleed.
When he just regained consciousness, he was deeply impressed by the bitter medicine soup that Hei Xia Zi had been making for him for nearly a year. For a long time afterwards, he felt nauseous whenever he saw Hei Xia Zi's face.
Fatty Wang tactfully waited until they finished reminiscing about the past before coming over. He praised them profusely and asked for Zhang Qiling's name, calling them both "brother" affectionately.
Maybe because he is old, Zhang Moyu always feels that others who call him brother or grandpa are taking advantage of his people.
He didn't want Fatty Wang to call him that, but after correcting him several times to no avail, and thinking about the complicated family relationships, Zhang Moyu finally let it go.
Compared to Zhang Qiling, who had a blank expression and seemed to be in a bad mood and always had a tense face, Fatty Wang would rather be around Zhang Moyu, who had a calm expression and would occasionally smile.
But God did not grant Fatty’s wish!
Soon Zhang Moyu separated from Zhang Qiling and pushed the fat man to Zhang Qiling's side.
Fatty Wang also knew that these two big guys had their own things to do, and Zhang Moyu had done his best by letting Zhang Qiling take him, so he followed Zhang Qiling obediently.
Fatty Wang had originally tried to start a conversation to bridge the gap between him and the aloof young man. However, Zhang Qiling only responded briefly at first, but once he realized he was just talking nonsense, he became unwilling to pay any attention to him.
Just when Fatty Wang thought that Zhang Qiling would take him to meet up with his team, Zhang Qiling suddenly pointed to a position in front of him and motioned Fatty Wang to stand there.
Fatty Wang didn't think Zhang Qiling would mess with him, so he stood over defenselessly, but was slapped in the face the next second.
He watched with a smile as Zhang Qiling stretched out his hand and pressed to the side. His feet suddenly felt empty and he suddenly lost weight and fell down.
“Ah—what the hell!”
"Oh my god! Where do all these bugs come from?"
Fatty Wang had just cried out in pain after falling down when countless black bugs crawled onto his body and bit him.
He no longer cared about why Zhang Qiling's expression suddenly changed. He quickly got up and patted his body. At the same time, he saw Wuxie who was in a similar situation as him.
Not far from him, Wuxie was holding his coat in his hand and whipping the corpse turtles that were ready to attack him and try to crawl over to bite him.
Startled by the person who suddenly fell down, Wuxie turned around and saw a very familiar fat man, the one who had scared them in the tomb before.
After Zhang Qiling left, he and his third uncle prepared to act separately and explore the atriums on both sides respectively. However, when he came out after the exploration, he found that the tomb was empty and he was the only one left.
Oh, maybe that's not quite accurate.
There is also a dead Zongzi...
Wuxie was completely stunned at the time, and then he fled the tomb without daring to look back. He wandered in the maze-like corridor for a long time, and then he didn't know where he stepped. Suddenly, his feet felt empty, and he lost gravity and fell down.
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