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230 Greedy Fatty Wang, Atavism? (Seek Full Order For Customization)

"What kind of plane is the fat man doing? Is he bewitched?"

"There is something wrong with these corpses, Fatty Wang will definitely force something to happen!"

"Could it be that foreigners, just like him, climbed onto the beam by themselves before they died?"

"I'm laughing to death, your brains are too big, or you can say that you don't know enough about Fat Master~ What kind of evil, he is obviously the 56-type rifle carried by Xiangzhong's corpse, and you want to come along a few .

"Hey, it seems like that's the case."

"Without organization and discipline, the fat man has a big heart, and dares to mess around in the ancient tomb."

"A raging soldier, a raging nest, I agree with Fat Lord's approach. If you don't pick up a cheap gun that was picked up for nothing, then you are a fucking idiot.

In the live broadcast room, netizens started a heated discussion, and quickly judged that Fatty Wang wanted to take the rifle from the dead man.

In the game, Tian Zhen and Qin Wanzhi also understood each other's operations, each of them gasped, wanting to laugh but couldn't.

"Take it easy, kid,"

Pan Zi scolded from below, "Don't cause any trouble, you will ruin all our brothers!!"

"There's a fart trouble" 々," Fatty Wang had already leaned against the corpse, took off the Type 56 rifle, threw it to the people below, and replied,

"It's already time for people to leave the tea, is it possible to cheat the corpse?"

After speaking, Fatty Wang stretched out his hand to remove the gas mask from the dead man's face.

Inside was the face of a middle-aged foreigner, with distorted expression, bluish face, and a wide open mouth, which seemed to be in great pain.

"This guy's expression was frozen in fear and pain, and he seemed to die instantly.

Fatty Wang's analysis was quite satisfactory, and he was about to untie the "rope" that hung the corpse.

Qin Wanzhi was impatient, stood below and shouted,

"You're not the coroner, who cares how he died! Don't touch the corpse, if he died of poisoning, you won't be able to eat good fruit!!"

Fatty Wang didn't listen to the words, he was stunned, staring at the "zi" who was hanging the corpse

After several seconds, he stammered,

"This...isn't a rope, it's fucking...it's hair..."

"Hair?" Several people on the ground said in unison, stunned.

Fatty Wang nodded and said, "Could these foreign devils be pussies? My God, their hair is so long!!"

"No," he seemed to notice something strange, he said,

"Not hair! These things grow from the neck and back of the corpse!!"

"Honey, isn't it called atavism in medicine? Are they going to change from humans back to monkeys?"

Tian Zhen was really worried about Fatty Wang's safety, so he shouted: "We are not interested in dead people, stop messing around, come down quickly first!! Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case...

Fatty Wang finally felt that it made sense, so he didn't study the corpse any more, but he didn't climb down immediately either.

He turned to another one not far away,

It is true that I am thinking about the weapon on the dead man again...

Fatty Wang took off the Type 56 rifle in the same manner, and threw it in the air to the people below.

Almost at the same time, very suddenly,

Qin Wanzhi noticed that the fingers of the dead body moved a bit!!

"~This person seems to be alive!!"

When Fatty Wang heard it, he quickly felt for the pulse of the other party, and found that it was still beating.

So, Fatty Wang took out the lighter, burned the "hair rope", and threw the man off.

Pan Zi and Monk Hua quickly caught him, put him on the ground, and went to check his condition.

"Not really dead,"

Monk Hua said, (Are you okay) "But it's almost the same, and I can't live long like this."

"Can you still save me?" Naively and habitually showed mercy.

Monk Hua shook his head, saying that there was no point in saving him,

For one thing——the two parties are neither relatives nor relatives, or even do not know each other at all.

Second - take him along, moving around will become very troublesome.

Three times—this person really couldn't be saved, he just struggled to take a few more breaths, and in the end he was also going to die.

Even if Monk Hua said so, Naive still didn't want to give up, and asked,

"But he's not dead yet... It doesn't seem very good if you leave him here??".