Wang Zihong drank a glass of artificial wine, sighed lightly, poured another cup for Wang Ziyang, put it in front of his tombstone, and said: "Uncle, why are you ......" But seeing Yang Qiu walking back again, he glared at him impatiently, and said, "What's the matter with you?"

Yang Qiuxin said: "Looking at him, he seems to be disgusted with me. If I were to press him now, I might not be able to ask for important information. He bowed his head apologetically, and simply confessed: "I want to say goodbye to Mr. Wang again." After all, we knew each other once. You are the nephew of Mr. Wang, did he tell you anything about bringing people back to life?"

"Bring the dead back to life?" Wang Zihong shook his head and smiled, and said, "No." If there was such a wonderful thing in the world, it would have been exposed a long time ago. How is it possible that no one knows about such a thing until now?"

Yang Qiu shook his head and said, "No." You're wrong. I think it's the other way around. ”

"What do you mean?" a hint of curiosity welled up in his mind. Wang Zihong asked with interest.

Yang Qiu explained: "You want to. If there is a way to bring people back to life. Why do you want to make it public? Isn't this the scourge of killing yourself? Isn't that what you mean by the so-called guilt?"

Wang Zihong nodded in agreement.

Yang Qiu said again: "Moreover, more importantly. It's not convenient to announce this kind of thing, is it? If it is announced, who would not want to die and then be resurrected? Isn't that right? Since everyone doesn't want to die, they all want to be resurrected after death. That would inevitably lead to chaos and endless fighting.

In the end, how many people can actually be resurrected in this way? In that case, do you think it would be better if this approach were made public?"

Wang Zihong nodded again and said, "When you say that, it's true." But what do you say all this has to do with my uncle? Does he know how to bring people back to life?"

Yang Qiu shook his head, revealing a hint of anticipation. said: "I don't know if he knows. But a long time ago, I heard him talk about it, so I wanted to ask, do you know? You're not his nephew, I thought you knew. ”

Wang Zihong turned his head to look at Wang Qiuyang's tombstone, shrugged his shoulders at Yang Qiu, and said helplessly: "You also saw it." I don't know any of these things. If I knew, I wouldn't have come to visit his grave, would I'd have already figured out how to bring my uncle back to life. ”

Yang Qiu looked at it carefully, and asked again unwillingly. "Really? Don't you really know anything?"

Wang Zihong nodded heavily and replied affirmatively: "I really don't know." I'm so sorry. ”

A strong disappointment crept through my heart.

Yang Qiu nodded understandingly, and turned away regretfully. A tear slipped from the corner of his eye, snapped, and fell to the ground.

Wang Zihong heard this soft sound, looked at Yang Qiu's back intently, and saw a water stain on the ground two meters away, and said in his heart: "It's raining?" stretched out his right hand and made a gesture to catch the rain. But seeing that there was no sign of rain for two or three seconds, he said puzzledly: "It's not rain, what is it? Snot? No, I just saw that he was in good health...... Ahh

Wait! He's a big man shedding tears? Is he sad about his uncle's business? But that's not normal. Uncle and he are not related. Why did he shed tears? Wait! Could it be...... Could it be that the man is the illegitimate son of his uncle outside?"

Speaking of this, he suddenly looked at Yang Qiu's back, the more he looked at it, the more it looked like it, and said thoughtfully: "Then say so." Aren't we relatives? I just went so far as to drive him away. He's his uncle's own son!" he patted his head, and hurriedly chased after him in three steps and two steps, just as Yang Qiu was about to walk to the entrance of the cemetery. Grabbed him and led him out of the cemetery.

Yang Qiu asked puzzledly: "Wang Zihong, where are you going to take me?" As soon as he said this, his face changed, and he remembered that he had lost his words, so he hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, and used silence to hide his embarrassment.

Wang Zihong looked at him in surprise, and said affirmatively in his heart: "Sure enough, that's the case." You are my uncle's illegitimate son. Otherwise, how could you even know my name? It must have been when I was not on Destiny Star, and my uncle showed you my picture. The more I looked at Yang Qiu, the happier I became, the happier I was, the more I didn't dislike him, and took him faster and faster, going straight to the direction of home.

Yang Qiu was dragged by him all the way to an ordinary house, and when he saw that he finally stopped, he asked, "You brought me here to do ......" but he didn't say a word, and was interrupted halfway.

"Squeak!"

A soft sound echoed. The door was opened. A middle-aged woman walked out of it and looked at Wang Zihong, revealing an unconcealable look of joy. She is Wang Zihong's mother.

Wang Zihong pulled Yang Qiu in front of him and introduced with a smile: "Mom! he is the illegitimate son of his uncle. It's a rare day for me to go home, and I think he should be very depressed. Let's treat him to a meal. ”

Her mother was stunned, but then she was overjoyed, grabbed Yang Qiu's arms and looked left and right, and circled Yang Qiu twice, looking up and down, the more she looked, the more funny she felt, and said, "Son, is he really your uncle's illegitimate son?

Yang Qiu said embarrassedly: "Auntie, it's actually ......" but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted halfway.

Wang Zihong glared at him dissatisfied, and then glanced at his mother angrily, and said, "My son is not beautiful like his father." He must be like his mother. ”

As soon as he said this, his mother finally showed a look of approval, smiled and said, "That's right. I'm so old and confused. Come on, come on. Come inside! I just finished cooking. Not one more person missing. He grabbed Yang Qiu with his right hand and enthusiastically pulled him into the living room.

Just after entering the living room, Wang Zihong and his father also expressed a warm welcome to Yang Qiu, and kept pouring him wine and talking about Wang Qiuyang.

Yang Qiu saw that if he wanted to tell the truth, he would disappoint these people and be sad, so he said in his heart: "Anyway, it's just a meal." With a kind smile, he raised his glass and clinked glasses with the others.

A full hour later, Wang Zihong's father drank another glass of artificial wine, slammed it on the table, and fell asleep.

When his mother saw that his snoring was as loud as thunder, she couldn't help but blush, and said embarrassedly, "You two keep drinking, I'm full." I helped my old man to rest first. Drink slowly. ”

Wang Zihong nodded heavily, stood up, staggered her mother away, and then, when he came back, he pulled Yang Qiu and poured another glass of artificial wine, and said, "Brother." To celebrate our recognition. I toast you. ”

Yang Qiu raised his glass and touched it, drank the wine in one gulp, and nodded lightly.

Another hour passed, and just as he was pouring a glass of wine, the prince slammed. Finally drunk on the table, fell asleep, and snored as loud as thunder.

Yang Qiu couldn't help grinning when he saw that he was drinking so much that his saliva flowed out, stood up, helped him into the bedroom, brought the quilt again, covered him and wanted to leave, and said gratefully in his heart: "Thank you." Although you didn't give me any important clues this time. Being able to treat me to a meal makes me feel a lot better. It's not as sad as it used to be. ”

But at this moment, Wang Zihong's dream voice sounded intermittently.

"Uncle...... Uncle...... Uncle, stop researching those useless things, play with me. All right...... Uncle...... What's the use of you studying the immortal technique...... Uncle ......"

When Yang Qiu heard the words "Immortal Technique", he was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart: "Didn't Wang Zihong say that he didn't know about the Immortal Technique? How could he mention the Immortal Technique? Could it be that Wang Zihong had heard about the Immortal Technique in the past, but he forgot it?" Come back to your senses and listen carefully.

Wang Zihong closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and said, "Uncle...... Uncle, don't lie to me. Immortality can resurrect the dead at the highest level? I won't believe it...... Uncle...... Why did you give me this book...... Uncle ......"

Yang Qiu heard that there was a book. His heart moved, and he said, "Could it be that this book has something to do with the third layer of immortality?"

But then Wang Zihong didn't say a word.

Yang Qiu was disappointed, pushed him unwillingly, and asked, "Where is that book?"

Wang Zihong did not react.

Yang Qiu pushed harder, and asked a second time: "Where is the book your uncle gave you?"

The prince still did not react, and slept like a dead pig.

Yang Qiu pushed him three more times, asked him six times, and seeing that he would never reply again, he finally sighed in disappointment, turned around and walked outside, wanting to leave.

But at this moment, Wang Zihong's dream sounded intermittently.

"Uncle...... Uncle, you put the book in ...... Do what...... Uncle, I don't read this book......" he finally said in a clear position.

Yang Qiu was overjoyed in his heart, hurriedly turned around, went under the bed according to the position of his dream, flipped a book in the corner on the left-hand side, patted off the dust on it, looked at Wang Zihong, and asked, "What does this book look like?"

Wang Zihong said in a daze: "The blue cover, there are color pages in it, and it is ......" gave a detailed answer to the description of the book.

Yang Qiu opened the book in his hand, and saw that it was exactly what he said, the more he looked at it, the more he was happy, the more he looked at it, the more grateful he was, and the patience of anticipation opened it, the faster he read, the more anxious he became, and after a while, he had finished reading all the contents.

But when he found that there was a trace of immortality from the first page to the last page of the opening chapter, he was surprised, looked at Wang Zihong suspiciously, and asked, "Why is there no record of immortality on it?"

Wang Zihong grinned in a daze, showed a mocking smile, and said, "Uncle." What kind of broken book did you give me? Where is there a record of immortality?

I flipped through it 1,362 times from beginning to end and didn't see a word. I'm going to throw it away...... Don't stop me...... What the...... Uncle...... It turns out that you can't be sure of ...... This book was found in a cave when you went to earth archaeology...... I can't be sure that it has something to do with immortality...... Uncle......

How can you call it intuitive...... Intuition is too fake...... My instincts tell me that this book is just an ordinary ancient book...... What's so strange about it...... I'm going to throw it away...... Uncle...... Why didn't you let me throw it...... Don't stop me...... Uncle...... All right...... So you're going to go far away......

Then I'...... Then I'll keep this book at home for you for the time being...... You've unlocked the secret of immortality, and you're going to have to get it back...... I can ...... I don't believe there really is any immortality in the world......" With that, he rolled over and fell asleep again.

Yang Qiu's mouth opened wide in surprise and said, "This book is really related to immortality? Wang Qiuyang is an expert in studying ancient earth civilizations. He said there was a relationship, then there must be a relationship. But why can't I find any connection? I don't mention immortality in the whole book, could I have read it wrong?

Wait! Could it be that I misunderstood? Do you have to look at these words vertically, not horizontally, from right to left, not from left to right?"

After speaking, his face changed, revealing a deep look of anticipation, he opened the book again and read it carefully, the more he looked at it, the faster he read, and after rereading everything in a new order, he sighed deeply and said in disappointment: "That's not right."

There is no problem with the order. I read it upright and didn't understand it. Then how to explain that Mr. Wang Qiuyang attaches so much importance to this book?" Unwillingly, he picked up the book, turned to the last page, and said suspiciously: "Is the correct order to look from the back to the front?" and read the whole book backwards again.

Twelve minutes later, a soft sound echoed.

"Smack!"

Yang Qiu closed the book, sighed in disappointment, and said, "It seems that Wang Zihong is right. This book is just an ordinary ......," but before he could finish his words, suddenly an inspiration crossed his mind like a meteor piercing the night sky. He said thoughtfully, "Wait, isn't the curse key capable of cracking any cultivation secrets, and could there be any secrets hidden in this book?"

With that, he finally regained his deep anticipation, summoned the curse key into the palm of his hand, and inserted it into the ordinary-looking book.

A green light lit up, and just after covering the entire book, Yang Qiu opened the book with deep anticipation.

Nothing has changed on the first page. He sighed in disappointment and turned the second page.

The second page still hasn't changed at all. The look of disappointment on his face was even deeper. But after reading it, I turned the next page.

For the next two minutes, he patiently flipped through the pages one by one, and his patience became worse and worse, and he became more and more disappointed. Seeing that the unturned pages were getting thinner and fewer, he sighed in disappointment: "Alas...... I made it for a long time, I was self-inflicted, and I ...... "The more I talk, the more disappointed I become, and the more disappointed I think of not being able to resurrect Wu Tong, the more sad I become."

But just then, the penultimate page was opened, and a map made entirely of light appeared clearly in the book. A hint of surprise that could not be concealed appeared on Yang Qiu's face. (To be continued......)