[We're running low on oxygen. Do you need an oxygen tank? One that lasts an hour.]
"Is it free?" Yang Zhaozhao dug out the antique with great difficulty. It was a mouthwash cup made of gold. It was amazing that such a good thing was not discovered by them.
Received it, received it.
He continued to dig out antiques with the small shovel, being very careful, fearing that they would be worthless if they were broken.
It's just a little difficult to breathe, and I feel a little stuffy.
Even though it was winter, she was sweating all over her face.
What am I dreaming about? The stuff in my storage space is all at a fixed price, ten thousand yuan a can. The bill will be due next month.
"Forget it, I'll take these treasures and dig a hole to get out myself. I don't want your oxygen tank." Yang Zhaozhao didn't want to continue to be in debt.
She has so much money on hand, and she will never go into debt if the problem can be solved with money.
[I'm afraid the oxygen in here isn't enough for you to make it out.] The supply space is waiting for Yang Zhaozhao to finally cry and beg for an oxygen tank. Humph!
Realizing that there was indeed not much oxygen, Yang Zhaozhao did not delay any longer. Wearing a searchlight, he charged five dollars an hour to pay the debt.
Avoiding the pile of bones, Yang Zhaozhao followed the smell and found the treasure with every sniff. He dug up a treasure with his small shovel.
Some were too difficult to dig, so Yang Zhaozhao gave up and didn't waste his energy.
When she found that the two buried people had woken up, Yang Zhaozhao took the electric baton and knocked them out with an expressionless face to avoid delaying her from collecting the treasure.
If killing wasn't illegal, Yang Zhaozhao would have killed them to save some oxygen for his own life.
It had been raided before, and there were not many treasures in this tomb. The good burial objects had all been taken out, and there was nothing left. Yang Zhaozhao could only search in the mud.
Fortunately, the dog's nose was useful, allowing her to dig out a lot of small things.
For example, mouthwash cups, tea cups, and wine glasses.
Some are made of gold, and some are made of porcelain.
When he groped into the corner, he smelled a pleasant smell. Yang Zhaozhao knew there was a treasure inside. With trembling hands, he excitedly dug a hole with the little shovel.
Not long after, the shovel felt something foreign. Yang Zhaozhao dug into the mud and found that it was an exquisite wooden box with a lot of beautiful gold foil nailed on it.
There is also a golden lock, but unfortunately there is no key.
Yang Zhaozhao sniffed and confirmed that there were valuable treasures inside, so she dug them out with great effort.
Just as she was about to carry the box out, something fell on her head. Before Yang Zhaozhao could react, the tomb collapsed for the second time.
Yang Zhaozhao: "Heaven wants me to die!"
After the collapse, Yang Zhaozhao was half buried in the soil, unable to move at all. She still tried to save herself bit by bit, gritting her teeth, biting her mouth until it was broken and she tasted blood.
Finally, after great effort, they put the box into the space. Yang Zhaozhao was slapped in the face: "Give me an oxygen tank, my heart and lungs can't take it anymore!"
Supplies Space: [Sorry for the price increase. Now it's 20,000 per can. Do you still want it?]
Yang Zhaozhao: “…”
[Countdown three seconds, no waiting after the time is up.] The supply space shamelessly counted: [Three...]"
Yang Zhaozhao clenched his fist and said, "You're really cruel, give me a can."
Material Space: [Be careful of electric shocks for insulting the space. Since it's your first offense, I'll let it go this time. Next time, I'll give you a 100,000-volt warning.]
"You want me to die from lack of oxygen, so keep on talking." Yang Zhaozhao gritted his teeth.
Material space: [......]
The next second, a mask was put over her mouth and nose. Yang Zhaozhao took a breath, and the constant supply of oxygen almost made her oxygen intoxicated.
Just then, I heard a crackling sound, as if sand was being shoveled.
Yang Zhaozhao: "What's the matter? I think I heard someone digging. Is it possible that I'm going to be rescued? Someone is coming to save me?"
Supply Space: [You're right. When you bought the oxygen tank, someone started digging. After testing, if you hold on and conserve your breath, you should be able to hold on until they rescue you.]
So I didn't tell you that no matter who I sell my oxygen to, how can your debt increase?
Realizing that he had been cheated, Yang Zhaozhao was so angry that he almost threw the oxygen tank.
When she thought about how she had spent 20,000 yuan on debt to buy it, she took a deep breath and said, "Damn it, what a rip-off!"
Material Space: [Who are you scolding?]
Yang Zhaozhao said timidly: "Don't take it personally unless I mention it by name."
I don’t love the 100,000-volt electric shock, I’m scolding you!
What can you do to me?
I want you to read my mind, you idiot!
Yang Zhaozhao continued to search for treasures while breathing oxygen with tears in her eyes. She dug up as much as she could, as she was afraid that by the time she was rescued, there would be no chance.
Unfortunately, the soil was buried too deep and Yang Zhaozhao got nothing.
At this moment, the collapsed cave entrance was cleared and someone crawled in.
Friend or foe?
Wouldn’t it be terrible if it was Huang Ya’s people?
Thinking of this, Yang Zhaozhao quickly put away the oxygen tank and put on a full performance. She lay down on the ground to avoid losing control of her facial expressions and giving herself away.
She pretended to be dead to relax their vigilance first, and then thought about escaping.
As the man came in, he swept his cold eyes over the situation inside. When the flashlight fell on the dead man lying on the ground, his face changed.
Then he looked at the other two men lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.
Finally, he fixed his eyes on the person lying in the corner. She didn't move, which made Li Yiling's breathing tighten, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by someone.
Li Yiling took two steps at a time and without saying a word, he held the person in his arms. He put his bloody hand under Yang Zhaozhao's nose to see if he was still breathing.
Who would have thought that upon closer inspection, he was not breathing!
Li Yiling: “!!!”
Yang Zhaozhao was lying down peacefully when he found someone hugging him tightly.
Yang Zhaozhao: “???”
You bastard!
Just as Yang Zhaozhao held her breath and prepared to give Li Yiling an electric shock, she opened her eyes and met Li Yiling's frightened, anxious, and desperate eyes. With a click, she turned off the electric baton.
Yang Zhaozhao: "It's you!"
Li Yiling looked at Yang Zhaozhao who opened her eyes, and his heart, which had lost all desire to live, came back to life!
Just now, Xiaoxiao stopped breathing and he was so scared that his heart almost stopped beating. Now, looking at the still alive Yang Zhaozhao, Li Yiling's eyes were sore and his heart beat faster.
Before he cried, Li Yiling hugged Yang Zhaozhao tightly, buried his head in her shoulder, and said nothing, just wanted to hug her.
Yang Zhaozhao was dumbfounded and dared not move because she was being held so tightly.
Yang Lie, who followed down, looked at Yang Zhaozhao, who was holding a stiff corpse. His eyes darkened and he didn't know how to comfort her for a moment.
After all, I was still a step too late.
Yang Lie checked and found that the person lying in a pool of blood was Zhong Mucang, who was dead.
There were two left, their necks still hot. He was excited: "Carry the person out of the cave, perform CPR and see if there is any hope. As for her..."
Yang Lie felt heavy-hearted and patted Li Yiling's shoulder solemnly: "Brother, the dead cannot be resurrected. Please accept my condolences. I'm afraid she is..."
Before he could finish his words, Yang Lie looked at Yang Zhaozhao, who tilted her head. She was held tightly in his arms, and she turned her head in a strange posture. Due to the angle, her eyes were rolled up.
Yang Lie seemed to have been struck by lightning, too frightened to move: "?"
Yang Zhaozhao was puzzled: "Who are you saying is mourning?"
The next moment, Yang Lie almost ran out of the room, "Oh my god, he's resurrected!"
Yang Zhaozhao: "Li Yiling, let me go! I'm going to kill him! Don't even accuse me of faking death! I'm still alive and well!"
Li Yiling relaxed a little but didn't let go. Instead, he held Yang Zhaozhao's swollen face with trembling hands. His eyes were gentle but also filled with suppressed emotions. He looked at the angry man and pulled the corners of his mouth: "Don't worry, I'll help you beat him up later."
Yang Zhaozhao: “….”
I shouldn't be short of oxygen now, so why am I still feeling a little dizzy?
It shouldn't be!
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