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303 Qin Wanzhi's Hole Card, The Long-Lost Death Reminder (Please Order For Completeness)

Qin Wanzhi doesn't understand stuffy oil bottles,

It's not even an exaggeration to say that Fatty Wang doesn't understand, naively, even the tens of thousands of players in the "Stealing Pen" series who are watching the live broadcast don't dare to arrogantly say that they understand and understand.

Because my brother is such a mysterious person!!

Gaze, look again.

Poker-Face had already reached the bronze "670" gate, less than two meters away.

"That's too late..."

A thought suddenly popped up in Qin Wanzhi's mind, "When he walks inside the bronze gate, it will be very difficult for him to have any chance to understand."

"This giant bronze door is too heavy. If it is closed, it cannot be opened by manpower."

"But why?"

Qin Wanzhi thought, "Why does the little brother want to go in? Why won't he be attacked by Yin soldiers?"

"Could it be that these bull-headed horse-faces are all imaginary, and it is impossible to cause harm to the real human body?"

"Are they even like 3D projections that can only be seen by people, but in turn invisible to humans?"

A series of weird ideas popped up in my mind,

When the little brother's front foot stepped into the gap of the bronze door,

Qin Wanzhi made a bold decision——

She wants to rush out! Let's see if I can be like my little brother, and get mixed up in the queue of Yin soldiers safely!!

This idea is by no means impulsive, but Qin Wanzhi's inevitable choice after weighing.

Because Qin Wanzhi has a trump card, that is - to read the file.

If you die, you will die. At worst, you can reopen it.

But if you miss this opportunity and wait until the bronze door is closed, then the answer to the matter may be hard to find in your life!!

"Wow!"

The idea was put into action, and Qin Wanzhi ran out from behind the rock.

Fatty Wang and Tianzhen were taken aback, but they quickly realized what was going on and ran out together.

The little brother didn't seem to know what happened here, he didn't look back.

Instead, one after another, the Yin soldiers looked sideways, looked back, and turned around.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Wanzhi saw the originally expressionless grimaces, which were distorted into hideous faces at this moment, with fierce eyes and fangs.

"Damn, did the dumb Zhang turn on stealth?"

Fatty Wang yelled, "Why is there nothing wrong with this kid, we just got caught by his meowing eyes?"

"Hey, bridge bean sack, why can't the fat man suddenly move?"

At this time, Qin Wanzhi and Tianzhen also noticed the stiffness of their bodies, as if the soles of their feet had taken root in the ground, making it difficult to move an inch, and the sun could not move...

Terrified, endless panic struck.

Qin Wanzhi saw those Yin soldiers approaching, the sharp fingernails on their palms were as sharp as knives.

"Bro!"

The body is out of control, but the mouth can still be opened.

Tian Zhen yelled at the back, hoarse.

On one side, Fatty Wang also yelled, like killing a pig——

"Mute Zhang, hello, can you hear me?"

"Dongyao Dongyao, I'm Dongguai, please answer if you receive it."

"Hey, shit, hurry up and squeak 0.7 times, our brother Ren is going to travel in the belly of a ghost soon...

However, no matter how loudly he yelled, Poker-Face never turned his head, and sank straight into the crack of the bronze door like a deaf man.

Look at those yin soldier squads again, with ferocious faces, rushing over with bared teeth and claws...

lore.

Group destroyed.

Then the ten long-lost death subtitles popped up on the big screen—