Whether it was clothes twisted into a rope or stones tied below, they checked every possible place sothing might be hidden.
After searching for a while, soone suddenly shrieked and said, "Captain, look, there are words here..."
The captain’s heart leapt with joy, and he rushed over in a few quick strides, snatching the cloth piece from a team mber’s hand, which had dirt-stained characters on it—
He was ecstatic at first glance, but then, that one glance made the captain’s mouth twitch...
"Do you want my treasure? If you want it, take it! Go and find it! I have left all my treasures there!"
Captain: "..."
All the team mbers: "..."
They could only feel as if ten thousand grass mud horses were stampeding by...
The sa question echoed simultaneously in their heads!
Damn it! Where did you leave it... Just say it... Writing a bunch of nonsense is not what a hero does...
The captain was about to crush the cloth in his hand, barely holding back his anger, and he turned to ask, "Are you sure there’s nothing else?"
"I’m sure there’s nothing else..." the team mber said cautiously, having turned out even the two pockets of the clothes but found no trace of the ’Undead’s’ ’treasure’...
"Damn it!" The captain clenched the clothes tightly, and finally, at that instant, they t their demise...
The captain’s furrowed brow couldn’t relax, his mind racing with thoughts. After pondering for a long ti, he finally said, "From my guess, the ’Undead’ must have left sothing nearby! Otherwise, they wouldn’t have left these aningless words."
"Then according to the captain’s idea..."
A team mber spoke cautiously, having roughly pieced together the situation.
"If you follow my idea! That would be to search and see if there’s anything left behind! Of course, this is all speculation, and we might end up finding nothing!"
Although the captain said this, inside he was certain there was a ’treasure’ here; otherwise, why persist?
Regarding his idea, all the team mbers unanimously agreed without any doubt, endorsing the captain’s proposal at the sa ti.
anwhile, not far away in the bushes, Gu Tong was almost dying of laughter. She covered her mouth silently and, as they were busy searching for the ’treasure,’ quietly slipped away from the hiding place.
No need to guess, she was definitely off to play tricks again, continuing to leave ’treasure’ information everywhere.
...
In front of the monitor.
Lan Siming leisurely sipped his tea. He put down the cup, stretched, and yawned. Ever since he confird Mo Zishuang’s ga strategy, which was flawless, he no longer found any joy in watching the monitors.
Mo Zishuang’s perverse ga plan, no matter how much of a genius Gu Tong was, couldn’t crack it, and the known outcos held no intrigue.
He took another sip from his cup, casually lifting his eyelids to glance at the monitors, and with that one look—
"Pfft—" Lan Siming spit out a mouthful of tea...
His eyes widened like saucers, almost ready to pop out, as he trembled with a shaky voice, calling out to Mo Zishuang, who was resting with closed eyes—
"Captain Mo... is your Divine Gun Team’s mber switching to the plantation industry or what... why are they digging holes in the camping training ground..."
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