Live Treasure Hunter In The Secret Realm

While talking, Hanzhe looked back at the golden sands under the dragon wall deeply, and then turned and walked out without reluctance. The audience in the live broadcast room was unwilling to see the cold track preparing to leave.

The feelings of these audiences are different from the cold ruts. They can't feel the crisis in this mausoleum personally, so the most important thing is the funeral goods.

When Hanzhe turned around just now, the audience clearly saw the piles of golden sand on the ground. But if you don't take it at all, the audience feels it is a pity.

"Don't leave the anchor? Haven't got those sands yet!"

"That's it, the anchor, if you don't take these sands, you don't take it for nothing. It's cheaper to stay here. Others!"

Seeing the audience's retention, Hanzhe smiled helplessly. Afterwards, while walking back along the stream, he said at the same time: "Okay, don’t look at it. To be honest, it’s really a pity that these sands stay here, but don’t forget, we have to take a boat on the way back. Flowing down. Although the golden sands are precious, their weight is not trivial. I cannot take all the golden sands."

"In addition, the most important thing is that we have already obtained the bull head gold and jade seal, plus a few funerary objects in the tomb, which are worth far more than these sands. There is nothing to miss, let's go."

While talking, Hanzhe relieved his mood, and then headed towards the mountain road to prepare for his return journey. However, even though he said so on his lips, it was not what he thought in his heart.

The audience does not know that he actually has system space. Although there are many sands, some can be taken away. In fact, the reason why he is really prepared to leave now is because he always feels that this place is a little weird.

Although he couldn't see and didn't notice any danger, Hanzhe was a little uneasy in his heart.

At the same time, hearing Hanzhe say this, the audience in the live broadcast room can only accept this choice.

"Well, what the anchor said is right. After all, there are too many sands, and if you take them away, the kayaks won't work."

"It is indeed correct, but I still feel a bit pity. Besides, the host, your live broadcast time is so short this time, it's a bit unsatisfactory!"

In the voice of the audience, Hanzhe resolutely embarked on the return journey. However, his attention was focused on the mountain pass in front of him at the moment, but he didn't notice the abnormal direction of the dragon wall behind him.

After he turned and left, some slight sound of water flow began to appear inside the dragon wall. Looking forward, there seemed to be some water stains faintly in the dragon head's mouth, flowing down quietly.

And, the water flow gradually changed from slender to enlarged, and finally converged into a column of water and flowed to the stream below.

However, all these tragedies are naturally unknown, and at this moment he is stepping up his pace and walking back.

The way back was obviously much faster than before, and after entering the mountain trail, the pace continued to speed up. About less than five minutes later, he had returned to the area where he had encountered Tauren before.

Seeing that the shape of the surrounding mountains became familiar, he nodded coldly, and said as he walked: "Everyone, now I have probably returned to the area where we encountered Ngau Taujin before. Go on, about five minutes later. , I can return to the outlet of the underground river."

"But to be honest, I feel a little uneasy along the way. Although I don't know why, I just can't feel at ease. Therefore, I must be more vigilant in the underground river. After all, no one can say that there will be on the way back. What changes."

"And more importantly, I need a kayak on the way back. I just hope that there is nothing wrong with the kayak I left behind."

While speaking, Hanzhe forced himself to adjust his mentality. After all, it is not the time to relax, so he must always be vigilant.

At this moment, it seems that this live broadcast is coming to an end, and the audience in the live broadcast room is also a little melancholy.

"Anchor, this time is over so soon. I think it's a pity, I haven't watched it yet."

"Yes, host, although this is your second live broadcast, but still a bit reluctant."

Seeing the audience's ridicule, Hanzhe adjusted his mentality, and then said seriously to the audience: "Please pay attention, it is not the time to relax. In addition, I have not left the underground palace yet, and the live broadcast is still going on."

"So, before leaving this place completely and returning to the ground, any situation may happen..."

At this point, Hanzhe suddenly stopped. At the same time, he stopped cautiously and poured his sound carefully.

Seeing this scene, the audience in the live broadcast room became quiet one after another. Because Hanzhe said that just now, he hasn't left the underground palace yet.

At the same time, Hanzhe didn't rush to explain, because just now, he suddenly heard a strange noise from the mountain road.

Gada~Gada

The sound was very dense, and it sounded like the sound of falling rocks. As a result, Hanzhe quickly looked at the rock walls on both sides, but it was strange that there was nothing unusual on the rock walls.

Is this weird?

The voice continued, and as the voice increased, Hanzhe suddenly keenly discovered that the source of the voice seemed to be under his feet.

Therefore, Hanzhe simply leaned over and lay on the ground, and then turned his face to the ground and listened to the sound of the ground pulse.

This voice is getting closer and closer, and there is a tendency to gradually increase. In the next second, the live broadcast room suddenly exploded.

"Fuck! Anchor, look at the mountain road behind you!"

"My day! This TM is going to fall apart! It's flooded!"

Perceiving an abnormality in the live broadcast room, he was shocked and quickly raised his head and looked behind him. But when he saw clearly what was happening behind him, Hanzhe couldn't help taking a breath.

hiss!

I saw in the mountain road far behind him, a black smoke and dust surged, and the rock walls on both sides were also rapidly falling rocks. From a distance, it looked like a black tide, whistling towards him along the mountain road.

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