With trembling hands, Fang Qian looked at the bloody monster in front of him, there was a foul smell around him, which made Fang Qian feel scared and couldn't help but feel a little sick to his stomach. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Covering his mouth with one hand, trying not to make a sound, the two strong men who were dreaming were already on the ground at this time, motionless, all looking frightened, their eyes were wide open, their mouths were wide open, and they looked like they had seen a ghost.

They did see the ghost, Fang Qian, who had never dared to speak out, saw the monster walking farther and farther, and as he moved, pools of blood-red slime dripped to the ground.

Finally unable to see the monster, Fang Qian sat on the ground with his buttocks, felt the wetness between his legs, and wiped a handful of cold sweat that was scared out of his face, he had been in the mass grave for so long, how could he never have seen such a terrible thing, could it be that it had something to do with the two of them just dug up?

Remembering that they seemed to have dug up something just now, the excitement on their faces could not be stopped, but before they could finish their joy, the monster appeared behind them, silently.

Slowly approaching the cave, Fang Qian picked up the torch that fell on the ground, kicked away the corpse blocking the entrance of the cave, he had never seen the blood-red corpse, but he had seen a lot of people who were blind to death, and casually touched the waists of the two of them, and when he touched a hard object, Fang Qian's eyes lit up.

turned the corpse over, untied the purse on his waist, and opened it to see that the money for eating steamed buns in the past two days was not worried.

But what did the two brothers see in the cave?

Fang Qian raised the torch and slowly slid into the hole, but it was only a moment's work, and he didn't know what the person digging the hole had used to dig the hole so deep.

"Hiss~"

Fang Qian, who had entered the cave, gasped, and under the light of the fire, he saw piles of gold, silver, and jewelry.

Thinking that he was dazzled, Fang Qian raised his dusty hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously, until tears were flying, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"Roar~"

Seeing the 'acquaintance' who appeared in front of the gold, silver and jewelry, Fang Qian threw the torch in his hand on the bloody corpse, pulled out his leg and ran out of the cave.

He kind of understood, those two people just now were thieves, thieves who steal the money of the dead, but what is behind him? Why do you keep chasing him?

Fang Qian gasped and clung to the trunk of the tree, looking at the monster that had been wandering under the tree.

Looking at it, I don't know when I fell asleep, and when Fang Qian woke up, it was already dawn, and the monster under the tree was gone.

Back in the cave, Fang Qian carefully threw a stone inside, and seeing that there was no response inside, he climbed down again.

Afraid that the monster would appear again, Fang Qian grabbed a handful of gold casually, and then ran fast.

exchanged the baby for money from the pawnshop, walked into the restaurant, but was kicked out by Xiao Er, the angry Fang Qian grabbed two silver ingots from his arms and smashed them in Xiao Er's face, seeing that Xiao Er was not annoyed but welcomed him in with a good voice.

Fang Qian, who had eaten and drunk enough, started a series of careful thoughts, he couldn't go back to the mass grave, that monster was really too terrifying, although he was reluctant to give up those treasures, but he was even more reluctant to live his own life, not to mention that he was rich now, so the ghost would not live in a comfortable place, and he had to sleep in the scary mass grave.

It's just that he ran too fast, he didn't take much of anything, and although the money in exchange was enough for him to be free for a while, it would be used up in the end, if he kept doing this guy, then he would be happier than a god every day.

Thinking of this, the corners of Fang Qian's mouth hooked up a sinister smile, he couldn't do this alone, if he encountered a monster like yesterday again, a few of him would not be enough to die, and he would have to call a few substitute ghosts.

Gathering a few beggars on the side of the road, Fang Qian led them to the edge of a lonely grave.

"Dig."

One word made the beggar holding the digging tool take a few steps back, and one of them was so frightened by Fang Qian's words that he hid behind the other beggar, and said, "Digging a grave is a matter of destroying yin morality, and I can't do it." ”

When the other beggars heard this, they nodded one after another, Fang Qian saw it and sneered, "Yin De? What is the use of yin virtue, can I give you something to eat, can I give you something to drink? No, you're going to do it with me, you don't want anything. ”

Shaking the silver in the purse to the ground, it was robbed by the beggar in a few moments, looking at the group of people who were fighting for their heads and bleeding, Fang Qian pointed to the lonely grave and said loudly, "Listen, whoever digs up this grave today, the treasure inside will belong to whoever else." ”

From having nothing at the beginning, to now ******** in his arms, Fang Qian doesn't know how many people's ancestral graves have been dug up, and he doesn't know how many lives have been harmed.

But what's there? Money is something that you don't bring in life and don't bring with you in death, and you put them all in your coffin, isn't it clear that you want him to take them?

As for those short-lived beggars? It's not his fault, it's their own unhappiness to consume these treasures, and since they are all dead, then he helped them spend all this money, and it's nothing.

"How did he die?"

Guan Yiyi, who interrupted Zong Jiming halfway, was indignant, he was really a wicked person, throwing people's ancestral graves and harming people's lives, but she was so disgusting that she wanted to cut down the dry corpse that was still chasing Eleven now.

"Huh? No one knows if he died or not, this book only wrote that Fang Qian disappeared after more than ten years, and no one knew where he went. ”

Zong Jiming turned the book back a page, looked carefully through the firelight, and found that it was not written where Fang Qian died.

"What book are you reading? How can I not even know if a person is dead or not. ”

Guan Yi rolled his eyes one by one.

"Bainaye history, it's quite interesting, one by one, do you want to take a look."

Handed the book to Guan Yiyi, Zong Jiming smiled brightly, this book was placed in the corner of the Taoist library pavilion, and I don't know how it was discovered by myself, and when I found out and saw this story, I heard that a coffin was unearthed.

"The book says that the last time Fang Qian appeared was in this Baina City, so let's carry the coffin back, it's worth some money."

The immortal Zong Jiming was still thinking about this coffin made of mahogany.

"It's good, it's such a big ......"

A man and a corpse who were still playing a game of chase heard the conversation between the two, stumbled on their feet, and almost fell to the ground.

After hearing this, the dry corpse gave up playing with Eleven, ran to the coffin, and beat a corner of the coffin hard.

Hearing only the sound of 'click', the three of them watched the four walls of the coffin, which was twice as large, suddenly fall, and turned out a lot of treasures that could flash people's eyes, and a small pair of jade coffins hidden inside.

Guan Yiyi was stunned and watched as the dry corpse picked up a pair of jewels and ran in front of him, and there was a low roar in his mouth.

"Give it to me?"

The dry corpse nodded violently and put the jewel in Guan Yiyi's arms, for fear that she would not accept it.

Looking at the dried corpse holding the jade coffin and refusing to let go, the three of them understood what he meant, "Baby, take it, this thing is mine." ’

"Should we send him to the Taoist Temple, that Taoist really can't subdue demons and eliminate demons?"

Zong Jiming continued to ask without giving up, still not believing that the Taoist priest would not exorcise ghosts.

"No matter so much, throw him into the view, these things will be ours."

Guan Yi got together, and he was so excited that he couldn't even speak clearly.

The dry corpse, who had not yet understood the situation, hugged the coffin and looked at the three people who were smiling at him with a blank expression.

"Huh?" (To be continued.) )