Class 13, Class 13, Mingyuan No. 1 Middle School, during class breaks.

"Have you noticed that the head teacher Guo Qing has been elusive recently. She is usually so compassionate and enthusiastic about the education cause, and she is eager to care about her classmates during class."

Liu Chaoyuan supported his chin and sighed.

"This must be in love." The tall and thin Hou Tianwan gave an intuitive analysis.

"Nonsense." Hong Fu retorted, "I went to deliver homework several times, and she sat in her original seat. Her condition was a bit strange, similar to the feeling of being tired for a part-time job for a day."

As a representative of mathematics, Hong Fu travels to the office much harder than them.

"Brother Jian, aren't you very familiar with the old class? What do you know?" Liu Chaoyuan suddenly asked.

Suddenly, many students listened.

Wang Fujian was busy using the "Photo translation of another language" function brought by "Knowing Language" and was busy interpreting the imprints portrayed on the wall.

For example, the place where he currently fights with the Three Wolves is made into the "Hall of Glory", the hall on the west side is called the "Seven Lanterns Gallery", and the "Tomb Room" is engraved on the arched door, and it is obvious that he is about to reach the end.

He suddenly heard the conversation between several people and hesitated for a moment.

Senior year is the most critical year, and the classmates and parents are both teachers with high qualifications.

He was also confused as to why a newcomer like Guo Qing could open up the situation and easily gain everyone's love.

"I don't know." Wang Fujian shook his head.

He is very clear about this.

Guo Qing can be said to be working part-time at "Soren" to support herself. After all, if she eats the astringent fruit in the wild, she will have to be dehydrated until she dies due to diarrhea.

Compared with the "spell casting service fees" that are dozens or hundreds of gold coins for the wizards, the living prices of the lower-level people are extremely real to return to the world.

According to diary salary, 1 silver coin for apprentices every day, 1 silver coin for coolie, 2 silver coin for mercenaries, 3 silver coin for hire workers, 5 silver coin for architects, 1 gold coin for alchemy...

Guo Qing was finally talented. After learning the fluent "common terminology", she also found a job as a translator in Shenlin Valley. She earned 3 silver coins a day, attended all the time for 30 days a month and did not eat or drink, and she could save 9 gold coins.

This is life.

In contrast, Wang Fujian earned 150 gold coins after he sneaked into the tomb, which was enough for a full year or two.

This is the fact that even though a piece of armor has dozens or hundreds of gold coins, everyone is still pursuing the amazing income of this kind of adventure.

This adventure income has temporarily alleviated Wang Fujian's "gold coin liquidity" exhaustion.

After all, the magical items he owns of "Olin Dharma Crystal" and "Scepter of Night" with tens of thousands of gold coins are all fixed assets that cannot be sold at all.

This is like the aunts in the campus convenience store. They all have old and dilapidated houses worth millions, but they still have to work for thousands of yuan to live.

For the vast majority of Earthlings who traveled to Sauron, after overcoming the difficulties of "language", they still have to face the difficulties of getting the entry-level "professionals" and how to earn the first pot of gold for "armor weapons".

He is a lucky person who guards the cemetery and inherits the legacy of his former necromancer.

Wang Fujian listened and interpreted in the glory hall until the 10-minute effective time of "Knowing Language" ended, and he controlled the skeleton to cut off the spider silk web on the arched door.

The three of them walked down the wide stairs and finally entered a giant sphere room, with countless shining metal pieces and glass fragments embedded in the dome above.

Just like the gossip, the room was divided equally by eight corridors. Apart from the one they came in, the remaining seven short tracks continued to extend 10 meters deep, and the end was also arc-shaped. A thick iron chain with his arms hung down from the height and invisible ceiling, and finally a lantern was tied.

Just as the mural I saw just now in the hall on the west side, the number from his left side corresponds to seven types of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple.

The green light seen outside the arched door was emitted by the green lantern at 12 o'clock opposite.

However, he counted carefully and found that the first red lantern (7-8 o'clock) and the fifth green lantern (1-2 o'clock) were gone.

Um?

Wang Fujian turned his head silently and looked at what he found in the wolf's nest-

Exquisite lanterns embedded with indigo glass sheets.

At this time, he was not grateful and felt that he had received another 50 gold coins (the value of lanterns) x5 (five ones on site) = 250 gold coins.

Tomb robbers for thousands of years are not fools. They have moved the incense pots of such large size in the alcove, and they will not be able to take them away, but can sell dozens of gold coins without taking them.

The tomb robber who was bitten to death by a wolf obviously took away a lantern.

This tomb chamber is full of weirdness.

Those wind languages ​​formed by airflow by air traffic cannot be recognized without knowing language. They cannot be used to scare thieves who cannot understand even more.

"Go and get the glowing blue lantern." Wang Fujian directed Skeleton No. 1 to go, and the whole audience could shine.

The lanterns are still in the five seats, which means there is definitely a behind-the-scenes power to make them "come back" or "reappear".

The cyan lantern did not appear, perhaps because it was still in the tomb, so it was considered a bug that was not refreshed.

This tomb is definitely in operation!

Wang Fujian walked to the only thing in the room - a plain white sarcophagus.

The marble coffin lid is carved with a human-shaped stone sculpture. He is two meters tall and has a flowing milky white robe. He has no hair on his head and a scarab-like mark on his chest.

He silently took out his notebook and continued to copy this symbol similar to the inscribed on the portal. Based on mysterious knowledge, it may be the elemental family.

The stone statue has both hands flat, clenched with the left fist, spread the right palm upward, pointing the thumb to the palm, and three fingers are connected together and pointed straight towards the passage when coming, but one index finger is missing.

Wang Fujian reached out and took out half of the stone statue's finger from his pocket, which was discovered from the tunnel on the east side of the hall.

A light sticker fit perfectly, obviously it was broken by tomb robbers.

He looked along the index finger - the missing direction of the blue lantern.

At this time, Skeleton No. 1 also took out a green lantern. When she opened it, she saw a torch inside. Golden fireworks were constantly jumping, but no heat was coming.

It's not hot to touch.

Wang Fujian couldn't help but smile and just put it on his waist.

The Immortal Bright Fireworks are a magical item that can shine forever. They do not consume oxygen at low temperatures and are not afraid of being hot. They are placed at will.

Even the price of 110 gold coins is still the favorite of adventurers.

Of course, it's better to be free.

I also contemplated a silent sentence for the kind-hearted person who left behind. Obviously, only the corpse no longer needs it.

He followed the situation and observed the base of the sarcophagus, and the structure was in the shape of an arrow, and the tip of the arrow corresponded to the head of the statue.

At this time, the sarcophagus is placed horizontally, and the arrow points to the "second orange lantern" passage at nine o'clock, and the passage when you come is at 6 o'clock.

Can you tell this obvious fool?

Wang Fujian did not dare to move abnormally. He stood far away and directed the two skeletons to push open the coffin door to check-

In an instant, a hot firework erupted out, and the skeletons were burned on the spot, their bodies were shaking. If they were hurt, they would fall to the ground, and the dust returned to the soil.

This is a trigger-type trap that configures a "burning hand".

Wang Fujian coldly analyzed and walked up to see that there was indeed nothing inside. Obviously, all valuable things were taken away by the previous tomb robbers.

Obviously this is a fake cemetery. There are no mechanism traps along the way. In the end, the magic trap was placed in the house?

If there is no real cemetery behind him, he will eat the sarcophagus.

After closing the lid of the sarcophagus, he silently explored all passages with the skeletons, and retrieved these "instructions" lanterns.

When geese pass by, pluck their feathers, these are all harvests.

Most of the ceilings above the passage are ten meters high, and there is no other passage.

After half an hour of searching, he called two other skeletons, and the three of them tried their best to turn towards the first red lantern position at 7 or 8 o'clock.

He has obsessive-compulsive disorder, so he has to try it out one by one.

In an instant, the base made a crackling sound of mechanical gear operation, the entire tomb chamber swayed gently, and the wheel shaft continued to operate.

At the right time, the roar stopped, and footsteps came from the arched door stairs!

He turned his head in surprise and found that there were seven or eight men in a row.

The leader was a black robe mage, followed by seven or eight mysterious men in black tights, holding shovels and steel drills in their hands.

"Kill this intruder and leave no living!" the black-robed mage scolded.

Wang Fujian smiled coldly and waved his scepter.

He likes this kind of battle that starts without nonsense, so that he can kill people without any burden.
Chapter completed!