Sour!

What sour!

My back is so sore!

Wang Ping's surroundings were dark, he felt his body numb, the protruding waist disc was sore, he wanted to stand up but was knocked down on the head, he groped around, he found himself in a horizontal wooden box, a little ...... It's like a coffin!

"Am I dead?"

He was a high school physics teacher, and there was an earthquake at the time of the roll call that afternoon, and he rushed to the door of the classroom with a gust of wind with the roll call, opened the closed wooden door and shouted to the children: "Earthquake, girls first, everyone evacuate in an orderly manner, hey, hey, that boy, don't drill the window, this is the seventh floor!"

When the last student ran out of the classroom, Wang Ping was just about to go downstairs, but found that his newly bought mobile phone was still on the desk, and when he saw that the shaking was not so powerful, he rushed in and just picked up the mobile phone, but he didn't expect that the mountain suddenly shook for a while, and the partition wall collapsed instantly and buried him in it, and the last voice he heard was the shout of the foreman in the playground: "Teacher Wang, Teacher Wang! Oh no, Teacher Wang Ping didn't come out......

Then he didn't know anything.

Wang Ping touched his body, it didn't seem to be missing arms or legs, he hit the wooden board on his side hard, it was very thick, his shoulders were numb, he still couldn't open a gap, he only felt a little difficult to breathe.

"You have to get out as soon as possible, or you'll be suffocated inside. ”

Although he didn't know what had happened and he came back from the dead, his will to survive drove him crazy, and he tried to smash the plank with his fist, the thumping sound was incessant, his fist was full of blood, and the pain in his heart made his scalp sweat.

"It's over, it's dead!"

Wang Ping felt a little suffocated, and it seemed that he was going to die again.

However, just when he had nothing to do, a voice came from his ears......

Bell bell bell, bell bell bell, bell bell bell......

This is exactly the class bell!!

"What's the matter, is it possible that the school buried itself in the playground in order to reward him as an honorary teacher?"

Wang Ping felt inexplicable, suddenly his consciousness was illusory, he actually appeared in a classroom full of white light, and there were dense students sitting under the podium, this classroom was too big to see, and he had never seen so many people in his life.

"What is this?"

Wang Ping was very surprised, he saw that there was a roll call book on the lectern, but the name was not 'Senior Third (8) Class Roll Call', but clearly shining with golden characters "Wanjie Roll Call".

"Vozhi, am I dreaming?"

Wang Ping flipped through the roll call, and there were several columns on the title page:

【Credit Accumulation】0000 points.

Roll call: 0000 times.

Roll Call Reward: Blank.

Wang Ping was a little confused, he opened the roll call list and quickly looked at it, there were some names he was very familiar with, but they were not his students, but Hu Bayi, Fahai, Sun Wukong, Rulai Buddha and so on.

Suddenly, a bamboo pole on the lectern vibrate, this is the whip he used before his death, but at this moment it emits a dazzling golden light, he picked it up and looked at it, it was still a very ordinary bamboo pole, just when he was about to put down the whip, a voice came into his ears: Teacher Wang Ping, congratulations on getting a free roll call.

"Who? Who's talking?"

Wang Ping looked around blankly, but saw that the whip was shaking, and he was shocked: "Damn, is this whip refined?" He faintly felt that the sound came from the whip, like the antenna of a radio, and he was a humanoid receiver. All this subverted his perception for more than 20 years, and it felt completely impossible to happen.

Wang Ping opened the roll call list and looked at it, the credit score was still 0000, and he opened the roll call: "Hu Bayi!"

He looked into the classroom shrouded in white light, and suddenly a faint voice came from nowhere: "Arrived!"

"it!"

Wang Ping shivered, and got goosebumps all over his body, he didn't expect that there was really such a person.

The whip in his hand was shining brightly, and there was a violent vibration, and the previous voice sounded again: "Teacher Wang Ping, you have completed the first roll call and received a reward from Hu Bayi, a cold fireworks, a sapper shovel, and an oxygen cylinder, do you want to leave class now?"

"Class!"

As soon as Wang Ping's voice fell, the scene in the classroom was blurred for a while, and he fell into darkness again, holding the whip in his hand!

He felt like a dream.

"Is everything true?"

Wang Ping touched it to the side, found a rubber rod-like thing, folded it and lit up with a cold green light, he saw an oxygen cylinder next to it, hurriedly put it on, gasping for breath, the feeling of breathing smoothly is really refreshing. There was also a sapper shovel with a short handle next to the oxygen cylinder, he was indeed in the coffin, and the material of this coffin was not bad.

At the moment, he can't care too much.

"Let's go out first!"

Wang Ping picked up the sapper shovel and chopped it on the coffin board with all his strength, and after dozens of strokes, he broke an escape hole on the right side of the coffin board, and there was a large amount of dirt outside......

Half an hour later, in a cemetery covered with a mist and a pile of grass, a shovel head emerged from the soil, and soon Wang Ping came out of the ground with an oxygen cylinder on his back. He took off the oxygen cylinder, shook the beads of sweat from his head vigorously, got up and looked around, not knowing what the place was.

The cold flame had been extinguished, and the oxygen cylinder was no longer needed for the time being, so Wang Ping threw it into the thief hole and buried it with a sapper shovel again. He shuttled through the fog with a whip and a sapper shovel, and this was a very mysterious cemetery, with countless tombstones showing desolation.

Tomb of Fuxi the Great.

The tomb of Nuwa Niangniang.

The Tomb of Hongjun Ancestor......

This is an ancient tomb of a god, but how can he be buried here?

He remembered the plot of Chendong's novel, but after walking all the way, he found that it was very different.

"Hey, how could I possibly cross over too?"

Wang Ping smiled bitterly, but when he saw the whip in his hand, he felt that things were not simple, and he had to get out of the cemetery as soon as possible to see what the situation was......

Three years later, Wang Ping finally walked out of the mysterious cemetery, he didn't expect this cemetery to be so vast, it was terrifying. In the past three years, he has lived like a wild man, relying entirely on the fruits in the cemetery, but those strange fruits are very mysterious, and if you eat one, you can take care of it for several days. Wang Ping walked hundreds of steps forward, and when he looked back, he found that the cemetery had mysteriously disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Wang Ping came down the mountain to a small village, and when the children saw him, they were all frightened and ran away, and an old man asked Wang Ping, "Where did you come from?"

Wang Ping said: "Grandpa, where is this, I am lost." ”

The old man said, "This is the westernmost frontier of Dongzhou, young man, why don't you shave your beard? ”

Wang Ping said: "I am a wanderer, I have lived in the mountains for several years, old man, what time is it now?"

The old man said, "Three thousand nine hundred and twenty-seven years of the dragon calendar!"

Wang Ping asked again: "Who rules the world now?"

The old man said, "Empress Haoyue, young man, it seems that you don't know anything about the outside world. ”

Wang Ping said: "Grandpa, please tell me more about it." ”