A minute later.

Zhang Fan and An You each sat on a big rock, with different expressions.

Zhang Fan glared at An You fiercely, and sat next to An You angrily.

And An You was out of breath with a smile, and tears of laughter came out.

"Hahahaha...... Laugh at me, Dad, I didn't expect you to be so timid, tell me ghost stories, I wasn't scared to death, you scared to death first, hahahaha......"

Seeing An You laughing at himself mercilessly, Zhang Fan suddenly became angry, and wanted to take out a feather duster to teach An You a hard lesson, but after looking at the surrounding environment, it didn't seem to be so suitable, so he could only swallow his anger and give up.

"Laugh, laugh, when it's good to laugh, then talk well. Zhang Fan waved his hand and spoke, and said rather depressedly.

An You stopped smiling and looked at Zhang Fan with wide eyes.

She is different from the average five-year-old girl, she has no less intelligence and emotional intelligence than adults, and she is still very smart except for always having convulsions when dealing with things.

She could see that her father was really a little angry, and she also felt that what she had just done was a little too much, so she took the initiative to get into Zhang Fan's arms, stretched out her hands, gently hugged Zhang Fan's waist, and said in a milky voice.

"Okay, okay, Dad, I was wrong, don't be angry, okay. ”

Zhang Fan glanced at An You, obviously not intending to forgive An You like this.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Fan asked.

"Don't change color to scare Dad. An You said honestly.

"Do you dare next time?" Zhang Fan asked with a straight face.

"Don't dare. ”

"What do you dare to do next time?"

"Then you will teach me a lesson with a feather duster. ”

“……”

Zhang Fan feels that his father should be the most difficult identity in the world.

Dad is the head of the family, and Dad is Mom's husband and the father of the children. Dad coaxes daughter, across the mountain, daughter coaxes father, compartment yarn.

In a few words, Zhang Fan was not angry, and even a little surprised.

An You will actually take the initiative to comfort people, which was not seen before.

It seems that his words and deeds are constantly influencing An You.

Even though, An You can only show such a cute side in front of herself.

"Dad, would you like to tell me a few more ghost stories?" asked An You thoughtfully.

"Good. ”

After that, Zhang Fan told An You a few ghost stories.

Anyu's performance is different from the previous two times, no longer laughing out loud, but will show a frightened and frightened look, as if she was frightened by a ghost story.

Even though......

An You's acting skills are very bad, Zhang Fan can see at a glance that she is not really afraid, but pretending.

Who is she? The princess of the demon world, what kind of ghost has she never seen? Ordinary ghosts can't scare An You at all. Even if the real ghost comes, An You will only be excited, not afraid.

She pretended to be scared, just to live up to her father's hard work - Dad tried his best to tell him ghost stories, if he didn't pretend to be scared, what if Dad was sad?

The same thing, Anyu will not do a second time.

Zhang Fan didn't pierce it, but he was slightly moved in his heart and continued to tell ghost stories to An You.

The minutes ticked by, and it was finally twelve o'clock in the morning.

Huaxia is an ancient country with a strong mythological color, and there are many legends about gods and ghosts.

There is a legend that at twelve o'clock, it is the day when the capital opens.

The door of the capital is wide open, and the people in the yang world can enter the yang world, and the ghosts in the yang capital can also enter the yang world.

Therefore, twelve o'clock in the middle of the night is also the time of the day when the yin qi is the heaviest.

In addition, this is a mass grave, there are graves everywhere, and the graves at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night really have an indescribable yin qi.

On the hour, Zhang Fan no longer hesitated, and immediately took out a hoe from the sack and dug it up hard.

Fortunately, the coordinates of the treasure are not graves, but a piece of land.

If Zhang Fan is the grave, it will be difficult, and he will dig other people's graves in order to dig up treasures, which will be thundered by the sky.

Zhang Fan took the hoe and planed it one by one.

An You was adding oil to the side, puffing out his cheeks to cheer up: "Come on, Dad, dig hard, there are treasures below, a lot of treasures." Dig it out, and we'll be developed!"

Although An You said before that what was buried underneath was very good for her, she didn't know what it was.

And the literal meaning of the word treasure is gold and silver treasures, and nothing valuable is sorry for the word "treasure", so An You subconsciously felt that there was money below-money, a lot of money.

What the?

Landscape Treasures? Spiritual Treasures?

Please, old iron, can you be realistic?

If it was really some kind of scenery and spiritual treasure, then Zhang Fan really wanted to slap the system to death.

Got an egg?!

Zhang Fan continued to dig in the soil.

Minute by minute, before he knew it, Zhang Fan had dug almost two meters deep.

What can be seen is that except for the deep pit, there is not even a shadow of a treasure.

"What's weird, why not?"

Zhang Fan was sweating profusely and stopped to rest. An You also jumped down from the pit with a pop and stood with Zhang Fan.

Just looked at An You, Zhang Fan looked at her strangely, and asked, "An You, are you sure you are looking for the right place?"

If he digs it wrong, then Zhang Fan really wants to find a piece of frozen tofu and crash to death.

An You looked at Zhang Fan with a serious face, and said firmly: "Sure, I can still feel that breath now, right here, it must be digging not deep enough - keep digging!"

"Okay......"

Zhang Fan wiped the sweat from his head, carried the hoe and continued to dig.

After another period of time, Zhang Fan had already dug three meters deep, and still didn't see anything.

"Hell, this damn system can't be a liar, right?" Zhang Fan paused, his face full of depression.

An You also looked strange, and muttered in a low voice: "Strange, it's here, my perception technique won't be wrong......"

"What do you perceive?"

"That breath moves, and it's moving around the neighborhood. An You's little face tightened, and he said with a serious face.

"Will you still move?!"

Zhang Fan was shocked, what kind of treasure is this?

Is it alive?

After resting for a while, Zhang Fan carried the hoe and prepared to continue planing.

However, as soon as he was about to smash down, he was stunned, and the hoe in his hand also fell to the ground.

He saw a fox.

An Yu also saw it.

A little snow-white fox was squatting in the pit and staring at him intently, motionless, like a high-imitation fox toy.

But Zhang Fan knows that it is real, not a toy.

Its beautiful fox eyes were blinking slightly, the snow-white fox tail behind it was shaking gently, and its mouth opened and closed slightly, vaguely revealing the fangs in its mouth.

Isn't it a little weird to see a snow-white white fox in a mass grave, and the white fox is still staring at you motionless?

After coming back to his senses, Zhang Fan's first reaction was to protect An You behind him, and then picked up the hoe in his hand.

"Whew-"

"Whew-"

"Whew-"

The fox bared its fangs and barked angrily.