Brother in distress

The dark and deep underground is like an open door to the abyss, only a few open fires flashing below.

It was some dark green light, swaying and leaping like flames, and like stars in the sky, embellishing the darkness.

To me, that is even more a beacon.

However, seeing the lighthouse by a ship lost in the sea represents the hope of life, but seeing these lights is no different from seeing the god of death.

"It's too deep, my life is over!"

I sighed inwardly, knowing that no one came to save me this time. Even if there is a pool below, it will kill me if I fall to this height. No matter how good the posture is, it will be useless.

Just as I closed my eyes almost accepting my fate, I hit an object growing in the dark without warning. The huge impact force made a strange sound squeeze out from my chest. The person was completely confused because the impact force came too suddenly and too huge, so I didn't feel pain, and I was directly numb and couldn't feel my body.

But this thing was quite resilient, and then I bounced up high, just like a springboard for diving, and then I smashed it hard on another similar object.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

The continuous falls and beats made me lose my temper. I felt that at this moment, I must look like a ball, bounced over here and jumped over.

"Old ancestor, your entry method is a bit crazy. But did you think that the first person you cheated is your descendants?"

I lamented in my heart that I was completely numb about it under the continuous impact.

I probably understand that under the tomb door, there are many springboards with extremely strong elasticity on both sides, with great impact, but they will not die. Once you enter, you have to pose and roll down in a parabola state.

However, it is just not a death. As for whether he will be disabled or become an idiot when he falls down, he probably didn't think about it at all. Or he was going to let the people who go down down be disappointed. This design is no different from the mechanism, and it is just a scam.

As for why you don't just kill me at once...

Maybe it’s a reward for finding the right student!

I have read the notes of ancestors of all generations. The thing is similar to their diary, and some of their personality traits can always be expressed between the lines.

I roughly summarized it and found that the ritual officials of all dynasties had a very cheap problem - the tombs, as they carefully designed as works of art, are not so sacred in their hearts. They even do not dislike tomb robbers, and they will only look at this kind of thing with a cat-playing and mouse-like mentality.

They design the rules of the game and wait for a challenge that is not afraid of death. It is like a game, and they always leave a way out. One is probably not a matter of dying, but more... it is hard to say, and if you talk too much, it feels like you are scolding yourself.

With the continuous impact, I can't count how many times I fell one after another.

Twenty or Thirty?

No one can count clearly in this situation.

Dong!

Finally, I slammed hard on a soft mudbag. At this moment, I was glad that I was a paper man, at least I wouldn't lose my arms or legs. I just felt that my soul was a little unstable, as if there were invisible tentacles pulling every inch of my skin tightly, trying to tear me apart.

This is a rhythm that is almost scattered...

I lay on the soil bun, unable to move, only from the corner of my eyes could see the blue lights here.

These lamps are like street lights on campus roads. A bronze lamp two or three meters high, with mottled rust and dark green fires leaping on them, but I don’t know what it was burning, but it has never been destroyed for thousands of years.

There are many giant lamps like this, one every four or five meters away, spreading to the distance, with an amazing number.

It is very large, endless, rising and falling, like a winding mountain, but the top of the mountain is slightly lower. With my eyesight, I can't tell whether it was done manually or naturally.

My current location should be considered one of the higher hills, with two small mounds like to tombs around it.

After resting for a long time, I struggled to sit up, but the wounds of my soul still existed, on the verge of being scattered.

"Hey, brother, it's okay if you ignore me lying here, but it's a bit too much to twist now!"

Suddenly, a sarcastic voice rang in my ears.

I was shocked and subconsciously held the Tianguan Blade.

"Who should I scare with a broken fire stick?"

The sound rang again, and then I felt something poking my butt: "Please move your butt, you're sitting on my head."

I jumped up with a "scarlet" and looked at the pile of soil in disbelief, thinking that it was really a pile of graves.

At this moment, a finger was stretched out from the grave, covered with mud, and was using a set of mysterious fingering techniques, stinging...

"Who are you?"

I was a little furious and secretly said I was unlucky. I just got off and sat on the head of an old man, which was no different from being on Tai Sui's head.

I almost instinctively positioned this master as the first-class evil ghost. How many good people can there be buried here?

"Don't be so nervous!"

A pale hand had already poked out of the grave and was fumbled around, as if he wanted to find a point of focus, but after exploring for a long time, he gave up dejectedly: "We are both people who have fallen into the world, why do you have to know each other when we meet? Come and get your brothers!"

I'll pull you!

My first reaction was to rush up to find a grave and poke it, and then run away. However, thinking that I was on the verge of being scattered, I gave up this unreliable idea and gradually calmed down. After thinking about it, I thought that this matter was not unsolvable. I am still a paper man now, and this guy probably regarded me as a kind of person.

"Forget it, take a step by step, and first pass the level before you, and then find an opportunity to run!"

I sighed inwardly, walked up to hold the hand covered in mud, and pulled hard, and the soil on the grave cracked, and a thin man in an ancient coarse cloth shirt was pulled out.

"Oh, big brother, you should be gentle!"

The thin man cursed, shook his head and shook off the soil on it. It didn't look scary, but it was a little obscene, with protruding cheekbones, sunken cheeks, bearded, and a treacherous look on his face. He supported his hands and prepared to get up. As a result, he staggered and sat on the ground. Then he realized that he had only one leg: "Look at my memory, I'm anxious and forgot my legs. Brother, please help me dig it out. I'm so grateful."

Seeing his dressing, he was obviously an old ghost in ancient times. How dare I refuse this? I reluctantly went to dig the grave again, and soon after, I pulled out a calf.

The beard took over his calves and laughed secretly, twisting it on "Kaba Kaba".

"Erbangbang, Sanniuzi, get out!"

The beard shouted at the other two graves: "Don't fall asleep, get up and work."

However, the two graves were very peaceful and there was no response.

The beard with a little hairy hair, and rushed over to the grave in anger and kicked it hard. Suddenly, with a light "huh", pulling out a wrinkled black paper from the soil with a slap of waste text. He looked at it for a moment and was amused and said to me: "This... Big brother, I'm sorry, I was going to introduce you to the other two brothers, but they woke up early and went out to do business. It seemed that a living person had fallen here!"

A living person?

Come earlier than me?

My first reaction in my head was - Lao Bai!!

This grandson is not dead!!

However, it is estimated that the situation is not good, and he is now being chased by two evil spirits.

As my soul traveled to the nine heavens, the beard began to tidy up his clothes, patted off the dust, bowed to me, and had a little idea of ​​being soaked in a monkey: "I just called me two brothers, and forgot to introduce myself. My surname is Hu, and everyone in the world calls me "Shopkeeper Hu, you can just call me Brother Hu."

My mind was not on this at all, and I followed him back a tribute: "The surname is Wei, Wei Jingzhe."

"Haha, it turns out it's Brother Wei."

Manager Hu smiled and was very intimate. He took my hand and sat down on the grave pile, grabbed a handful of soil on the grave and stuffed it into my hand: "I see that my brother has hurt his soul. This is amazing. When I first met, I have no other gifts. I will give you this handful. Don't dislike it!"

How can you not dislike this?

You might as well give me a handful of soil on the grave, but you might as well give me a coffin board. At least I still have a little hope and can comfort myself, saying that this is a promotion and wealth...

My mother was criticized and she smiled on her face. However, this shopkeeper Hu was not a fuel-saving lamp. He took the opportunity to hold my hand up, and the grave was completely gone into my mouth. He was so disgusting. His grandson just now came out of here, and it was no different from forcing me to drink someone else's bath water...

As a result, the magical thing was here. The soil on the grave melted into the mouth and turned into a rich yin energy. My body, which was almost scattered, recovered as before in an instant.

"Is it a baby? Is it a boy? He never cheats people in the world!"

Manager Hu smiled and his chest was slapped loudly. He probably forgot to look in the mirror when he went out. He ignored Xiang Yuxin's story. He felt that his sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks could win the trust of me. He held my hand and kept talking nonsense. Finally, he suddenly asked, "Brother, why did you die?"

Will this person speak?

I was so uncomfortable like eating a dead fly. I had no choice but to be restrained at this moment, so I could only make trouble: "Hey, isn't the family still poor? I saw that there was no tomb here, so I thought about changing some food, rice, oil and salt without thinking."

"Oh my god, it's a coincidence!"

Manager Hu slapped his thighs: "It turns out that we are traveling with each other, but our industry is all about family-born skills. This tomb is strange again. Only people from Ningyuan have the opportunity to touch it in. We are still from my hometown..."

This grandson looked at me with a slant. The meaning was too obvious. He just wanted to ask me - buddy, you shouldn't be my kind, right?

I almost filled his old fists according to his face, but I could see clearly that this bastard was the group of tomb robbers in the late Song and early Yuan dynasties. The place name of my hometown at that time was Ningyuan.

But, it’s okay to admit defeat, but being a grandson is not the case. I forced myself to calm down and said helplessly: “Brother, we are not the same surname…”

"oh oh……"

Manager Hu responded twice in ambiguously, then asked tentatively with his eyes slanted, "Are your elders who are particularly upset? They have married into other people's houses and their children have their surnames?"

What do I fuck...

After falling into such a big circle, isn’t this going back?

After all, I still suspect that I am his species!

I was a little overwhelmed and held my breath and said patiently: "Brother, you really don't have this. Our family's single lineage, all the surname Wei. We really have no blood relationship. At most, we can meet here here as fate!"

"It makes sense, fate..."

Manager Hu laughed "hehe" and then said to me in a low voice: "Brother Wei, since it's fate, I won't hide it anymore. Let's share good things together. Let me tell you, I'm just a big opportunity here. Brother thinks you are a good person, let's do it together?"

This is a pit...

What a great opportunity? I think it's because I lacked people. I've been pulling it for a long time and waiting for me here!

However, the pirate ship was already on, and I was quite worried about Lao Bai. I hesitated for a moment and could only say in surprise: "Brother, thank you brother, but what is this? The opportunity can be as great as a day."

To be honest, this grandson really aroused my curiosity. The masters who have died for hundreds of years are still not calm yet. What are they planning?

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(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!