Seeing the increasingly dark surroundings, Nangong Feiran clenched his fists, hugged Nangong Lin in his arms, and issued an order: "Follow!"
Right now, they can only follow Tianxia Tuan.
In this dark and deep place, they still don't know where they are in the tomb of the King of Mausoleum. Only by following the Tianxia Tuan can they find a chance to exit.
What's more, their mission target is in the middle layer of the mausoleum king's tomb.
The Tianxia Tuan wants to use them, why don't they use it instead
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The teenagers of the Tianxia regiment followed Ye Qingluo in an orderly manner.
From time to time, Zhao Bo looked back at the killing god mercenary group who were still in place, with a somewhat puzzled expression: "Deputy head, do you really want to keep them here?"
With the help of the God-killing mercenary group, it should be safer to walk in the mausoleum of the King of Mausoleum.
Wasn't the deputy head who signed the deal with the Killing God Mercenary Group just to take advantage of the Killing God Mercenary Group
Ye Qingluo glanced at him with a half-smile: "They will follow."
Zhao Bo didn't believe it.
The gold medal mercenary group on the honor roll was humiliated by their little bronze medal mercenary group.
As long as the killing god mercenary group has some backbone, it is impossible to continue trading with them.
However, as soon as Zhao Bo's thought crossed his mind, he heard the sound of orderly footsteps.
Turning around, he saw Nangong Feiran leading more than thirty mercenaries, quickly following them.
Zhao Bo was stunned, and looked at Nangong Feiran suspiciously.
"He has no choice but to choose us." With a few words, Ye Qingluo can roughly understand the character of Nangong Feiran and others.
Nangong Feiran is a person who takes the overall situation into consideration, and will not hinder her footsteps because of a small matter.
Moreover, only she can cure the poison on Ye Fengru's body.
The mercenaries of the Tianxia regiment did not open their mouths, teased or ridiculed the God-killing mercenary group following up.
He just followed Ye Qingluo with a serious expression.
A group of people walked closely together in silence.
The further they walked in, the colder everyone felt.
Under the light of the night pearl, there seemed to be a thin cloud of mist lingering in the air, the kind of gloomy, corpse-like mist...
It was grey, and it was terrifying.
The rustling sound of everyone stepping on the gravel was particularly ear-piercing in the quiet and eerie atmosphere.
Every sound seemed to be something, hitting somewhere in their hearts.
Inexplicably feel palpitations and tension.
The expressions on the faces of the mercenaries of the Killing God Group became more and more solemn, and the steps under their feet gradually became extremely heavy.
Nangong Feiran also felt this kind of atmosphere, looked at those expressionless and silent youths from the Tianxia Regiment with heavy eyes, gritted his teeth, and scolded in the medal of the mercenary union.
"Cheer me up one by one, you are the elite mercenaries of the gold medal mercenary regiment! Could it be that you can't compare to those mercenaries with bronze medals who haven't even grown their hair yet?"
The mercenaries of the Killing God Group were sprayed with blood.
Under the honor of the gold medal mercenary group, they are used to being proud and arrogant, and they are also extremely competitive.
Naturally, he didn't want to admit that he was no match for these brazen kids.
However, in the eerie and dangerous mausoleum of King Mausoleum, there is another unknown danger ahead, and they don't even know what will happen in the next second.
How could there be no fear in my heart
Seeing the fearless young faces of the mercenaries of the Tianxia regiment, in the end they could only attribute their fearlessness to the fact that they didn't know what danger the Mausoleum's tomb was.
These teenagers are so calm because they don't know the horror and weirdness of the mausoleum's tomb.