Tomb Raiders: the Man Who Walked out of the Tomb of the Warring States Period

Wang Ming waved his hand at will.

Anyway, there is a system

The domestication brand of him is, he is not afraid of what the hell this guy will do, and the sea monkey doesn't seem to have such an IQ.

The adult sea monkey stood up like a pardon, jumped back with both hands and feet.

On the whole, this thing is somewhat similar to humans, but it is more inclined to ape, no matter its appearance or action, otherwise it would not be called a sea monkey.

Wang Ming followed and walked in, illuminating the surroundings with the flashlight prepared in advance.

The sight that caught his eye surprised him.

The entire cargo hold was transformed beyond recognition.

Plants like a lot of coral

, and glue the surrounding walls.

The center is lined up, and many large and small hotbeds are "built".

On these hotbeds, the crooked juvenile sea monkey is waiting for the return of the adult sea monkey.

"Huh? Or a female monkey?"

"No, this stuff..."

Wang Ming established a soul connection with the sea monkey. Of course, it is clear that the sea monkey is clearly male.

In other words, this species turned out to be a matriarchal clan, with male monkeys responsible for childcare.

A little surprised, Wang Ming is not too good

Odd, it's just a pity.

There are definitely more than [-] little monkeys here.

If they can all be domesticated, when they grow up, what a terrifying force it will be.

Of course, this is just thinking about it, there are not so many loopholes in the system.

That quota is not racial, but individual.

In other words, to domesticate these little monkeys, Wang Ming needs thirty or forty domestication places.

That is simply impossible.

So far, he has only three places in total, and they have all been used up.

"Wait, there are so many little monkeys, it's definitely not the same thing."

"At the very least, there must be a female monkey?"

"In other words, there are other threats nearby!"

Suddenly, Wang Ming reacted.

He thought of the sea monkey who was supposed to be haunting another ghost ship in his original impression. Maybe the other party is this one's spouse?

But why are they separated?

Out of curiosity, Wang Ming opened the system panel and reviewed the information of this new little brother.

Looking at this, I almost missed him to the ground...

[Name] Sea Monkey King (can be named)

【Race】Sea Monkey

[Skills] Amphibians, Deep Sea Survival, Super Strength, Knowledgeable

[Introduction] As a matriarchal clan of the Sea Monkeys, the Monkey King is the only male with authority, and is born with the great responsibility of protecting the homeland and cultivating future generations.

Wang Ming almost laughed out loud.

I didn't expect you to be such a monkey king?

Although looking at the system introduction, the main mission of this product should be to guard the nest and the little monkeys to avoid being attacked by other creatures, and the combat power is indeed the most terrifying in the group.

But this nanny's general function is too incompatible with the title of Monkey King.

"Huh? Wait, what is this?"

"How come there is a knowledgeable man in this guy's skills??"

"I said the system, did you have a bug? Is this a skill that a sea monkey should have?"

The system paused for a second and immediately refuted.

"Please host trust the authority of the system!"

"The reason why the monkey can be king in the matrilineal group is because it has lived long enough."

"In human terms, like the living gods of this race

Fairy like. "

"In addition, according to the current intelligence analysis, the creature is suspected to have been domesticated."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but for a moment, Wang Ming seemed to feel the system's frantic tone.

He didn't delve into this, the next second, his attention was already on the system's words.

This explanation sounds, why is it a bit wrong, as if I have heard it before?

It sounds like, why does it feel like an immortal.

And longevity, isn't it the main theme of the tomb raiding world? !

Is there a connection between the two.

Wang Ming thought of the ceremony of worship when he conquered the sea monkey just now.

Shouldn't there be a guy who domesticated it, so boring to teach etiquette, otherwise how did the "skill" of Zhishu Dali come from?

What's even more strange is that, besides Wang Ming, who else in the world can do this?

"Could it be the legendary Wang..."

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The passage of the ghost ship was pitch black.

Arlene held the flashlight and proceeded carefully step by step.

The chilling cold wind came from her side, and through the gaps in the dead wood, it gently hit her face.

Even with Arlene's strong character, she was in a cold sweat at the moment.

The woman's intuition told her that there must be something strange in this ghost ship.

And, right next to her...

"Bastard, where did you go?"

"Next time I see him, I have to... I have to beat him!"

Arlene cursed in her heart,

Wang Ming's figure appeared, but he felt a little different for some reason.

At this moment, a tingling coolness came from the neck...

"Is it the wind again?"

"It's a bit big this time."

"me……"

Arlene suddenly felt a sense of drowsiness hit her heart.

The originally cold body suddenly became a little hot, and there was sweat on the forehead.

He subconsciously raised his hand and wanted to touch his neck, which seemed a little strange there.

Just touched the edge of the neck, a mucous membrane-like

The sensation of touch made her startled.

But before he could react, the sleepiness became stronger again, and his arms were trembling and it was difficult to move.

Puff.

fell directly to the ground.

At the back of the neck, a black and red octopus-like sucker-like object was firmly attached to the back of the neck.

The next second, Arlene, who was still unable to fall down just now, stood up again.

His footsteps were sluggish, his body swayed, he turned around the corner like a walking corpse, and walked downstairs.