Hua Tiancheng didn't expect that the marching ants would be so fast. In just two minutes, Wang Bo had been poisoned to death by the saliva of the marching ants. A living person instantly became a skeleton. How short and tragic life was. Hua Tiancheng burst into tears, and he also felt guilty in his heart. It was because he had not taken good care of Wang Bo. Zhao Tingting hugged Hua Tiancheng's waist and bit his clothes with her mouth and cried silently. Zhang Yan burst into tears, and Li Yong burst into tears.

The four people hugged each other tightly, and kept changing their feet and standing on the stone pier in order to avoid the terrible and tragic fate of being eaten. Tens of thousands of marching ants instantly submerged Wang Bo's body again. The sound of marching ants biting people was even more terrifying and bloody. In order to avenge Wang Bo's revenge, Hua Tiancheng once again urged his cheeks and squirted out a larger flame, burning the marching ants on Wang Bo's body. Many marching ants were burned black by the flames. They rolled down from Wang Bo's body and struggled hard on the ground, as if they were very painful. The blood flowing out of Wang Bo's body was soon licked and licked cleanly by the marching ants that flocked to it, as if they had been scrubbed.

There were too many marching ants. Even if Hua Tiancheng kept spitting fire in his mouth, he could not burn so many marching ants. The marching ants were marching fiercely, and there was no grass left wherever they went. A smell of blood from humans rushed over. The marching ants who were full in front did not stop, but continued to move forward with their big belly. The marching ants following behind crawled onto Wang Bo's body and ate some remaining meat. Half an hour later, the sound of squirting away went away. Hua Tiancheng shone with a flashlight again, and there was only a pair of human bones on the ground. There was no trace of meat on his face. The four people standing on the stone pier were now standing like sculptures.

Because Wang Bo could not control his emotions, he kicked the mechanism brick of the Eight Formation Diagrams, and as a result, a cold arrow was shot on his head, and the rupture of his head also brought bad luck to him. When the four people fell from the stone pier in a daze, Zhang Yan, Li Yong and Zhao Tingting were still crying. Although these archaeologists often deal with the bones of dead people, when they met their colleagues and students and were eaten by marching ants, this sense of fear would not be gone for a while.

Hua Tiancheng used Wang Bo's sleeping bag to pack his bones, and then Zhao Tingting looked at the flashlight, Zhang Yan and Li Yong dig a hole with a small shovel on the ground. Twenty minutes later, a rectangular pit was dug, and Hua Tiancheng put Wang Bo's body into a pit more than a foot deep and buried the soil. Several people knelt on the ground with a paint, and Hua Tiancheng said guiltily: "Wang Bo, I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of you. Maybe you shouldn't have participated in this archaeology, and you don't need to sign a death exemption letter. It's a pity that you died in the ancient tomb at such a young age. I hope you will go all the way."

"Wang Bo, we are good friends. At the critical moment, I only care about myself. I am not a human being. I am selfish, I deserve to die." Li Yong cried while knocking on his head. Hua Tiancheng was also very guilty. When Wang Bo fell to the ground, a group of marching ants crawled onto him, Hua Tiancheng wanted to jump down, but Zhao Tingting hugged his waist and refused to let go. He knew that Zhao Tingting was for his own good, and was afraid that he would be eaten by the marching ants if he went down. Just when he hesitated for a moment, everything was too late. The marching ants behind him went on one after another, and could only see a ball of ants on the ground, but could not see Wang Bo's body inside.

Hua Tiancheng experienced so many things, this was the most tragic time. It was also his most failed time. He did not rescue Wang Bo from the mouth of the marching ant.

Zhang Yan also looked at Wang Bo's simple grave, put the watch on his wrist on the grave, and said with tears in his eyes: "Wang Bo, you are a good student, but you fell in love with Zhao Tingting. She doesn't like you at all. You love the wrong person and fall in love with someone who doesn't like you. It's your bad temper that caused such bad consequences. I shouldn't have left you behind and ran to the stone pier first. I will not forgive myself for the rest of my life."

Zhao Tingting didn't say a word. She just looked at Wang Bo's simple grave and cried constantly. After burying Wang Bo's bones, Hua Tiancheng slowly stood up and said, "There is no way back, let's continue to move forward. There is no archaeological value in the corridor of life and death. I think since there are living creatures in this corridor, there must be other exits. There is no way out. Everyone walks hand in hand and can't make mistakes again. Wang Bo's death has taught us a bloody lesson. We cannot fall in front of a stone twice. Now everyone can walk faster and leave this corridor of life and death as soon as possible, and quickly scare people's souls."

Hua Tiancheng took Zhao Tingting's hand and walked in front, and Zhang Yan held Li Yong's hand and walked behind. Everyone was carrying a large travel bag, which contained a sleeping bag, food, water, and a power bank that had been charged. Although it was morning outside the tomb now, the tomb was still the same as at night, and it was impossible to tell the difference between day and night.

Just as the four of them were about to walk out of the corridor of life and death, a desolate and long sigh came from behind him: "Oh--"

It was obviously Wang Bo's voice. All four of them stopped walking, and the cold sweat was flowing on their backs. No one dared to look back because no one wanted to see Wang Bo's terrible appearance before his death. Hua Tiancheng held Zhao Tingting's hand and continued to walk forward. At this time, another sentence came from behind: "I want to go home--"

"Wang Bo, rest in peace - we don't want you to die. It's you who brought you misfortune. Don't blame others. I also rescue you, but I didn't succeed." After saying that Hua Tiancheng was still leaving, a cold wind blew from behind, and the eternal light over the corridor of life and death went out instantly. Several people couldn't help but feel creepy. Soon, Wang Bo's simple grave seemed to be opened, and soon someone was hearing the footsteps of standing up and walking.
Chapter completed!