Chapter Seventy-Eight
"Didi...... Didi"
What a familiar voice, this is a pool next to the coffin of the little corpse, there is a pine milk stone on top of it that has been constantly falling water droplets, the little corpse naturally feels that this sound is very annoying, maybe because the little corpse has been thinking like this for thousands of years, thinking so much about Zhao Xing's father and daughter to take themselves out Maybe their true thoughts should be very happy, continue to think about the previous murderous intent towards the woman in white gradually converged.
"Little corpse, help me drag out the floor of these green jade stones, and the big incense burner made of Xuan Ming Vessel!" the woman in white shouted happily.
"You girl, the corpse is too much!" The little corpse wanted to roar out, and then start killing, but he was used to being bullied by this unscrupulous woman on weekdays, and he only scolded secretly for a while, and this did not affect the determination of the little corpse to kill.
The silent corpse passed with a claw, which was the strongest control technique developed by the corpse, "Throat Locking Dafa".
"Boom!"
The little corpse just got up and started, and the green bricks and tiles around it rose like autumn leaves, and before the corpse could react, the woman in white held a green lantern like a doppelganger phantom and spread out like a ghost in the night, and took the green bricks and tiles that rose up one by one and placed them neatly in front of the little corpse.
"Alright, that's all. The woman in white clapped her hands.
At this time, the little corpse didn't know why, and was stunned by the sight, and only said tremblingly: "Little ...... Sister, aren't you a tomb robber and draw talisman......s? Will this ...... some means. ”
"Hahaha! The main business is the excellent first son of the inner door of the Qingyun Sect, and the side business is tomb robbery and drawing. The woman in white was proud.
“......”
"This big incense burner sister is out of the ordinary, helping you. The woman in white opened her mouth lightly, and casually dragged the large incense burner weighing at least several thousand catties on the side, like dragging a cotton doll that the girls in the village often held in their hands.
“...... Who am I, where am I, what am I going to do?......"
"Why can't you even use a space magic weapon in this broken tomb?"
"I don't know. ”
The tomb of the corpse has a strange prohibition and cannot open the space horizontally. It seems that it is a horizontal space but it is real, this is the insoluble mystery of the little corpse tomb, and it is also the biggest fear of Zhao Xing's father and daughter about the real life experience of the little corpse.
The two dragged the proceeds of the heavy tomb back to the surface for a long time.
......
The two walked along the starlit night road, and there was no communication between the two. The little corpse was sullen, and the little corpse unconsciously walked in front of Zhao Ling'er, dejected and expressionless, like a real walking corpse zombie. And Zhao Ling'er was in a happy mood because of the harvest, and only mysteriously admired the moonscape, carrying the elegant style of the cigarette stick to smoke the clouds and exhale the fog. This picture is quite similar to what the folk often call a corpse chaser.
Soon, the image was seen by a hunter who happened to be lost in the mountains.
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In the early morning of the second day, Zhao Ling'er and the little corpse were about to leave the village, and all the men, women and children of the entire village gathered at the entrance of the village to see them off. This is a special formation made by Zhao Ling'er, and the purpose is naturally to deceive the feelings of these simple villagers in order to squeeze a high send-off gift.
These villagers are all wealthy people.
"Little corpse, although we have been asking for our spirit stones to do things all these years, they have really suffered a lot, this is a little bit of the villagers' hearts. A simple, middle-aged man handed out a huge package.
The little corpse didn't want to take it in his heart, but after all, he couldn't resist Zhao Ling'er's threatening cold threat.
Helpless, I could only curse secretly: "Shameless!"
At this time, everyone scattered a path, it turned out that the elder of the village came with a wheelchair pushing himself, and the villagers thought that the elder was about to reach the end of the year and was in retreat and did not dare to bother, but they never thought that this elder had actually interrupted the retreat by himself, and the cultivators all knew what it meant.
"Where are you going to leave in such a hurry?" the elder's voice was very old and weak, and he didn't know how much weaker he was than he had been a month ago, and this was the result of forcibly interrupting the retreat.
"The green mountains are faintly in the middle stream, where are the caves and clouds?" Zhao Ling'er spoke.
"Qingyun Sect. ”
The elder hesitated for a long time, only looked up at the little corpse and whispered, "It's okay." ”
The little corpse couldn't understand the elder's caring eyes at this time, as if watching his child leave home, and he only felt for a moment that he didn't know what to do.
"However, in the cultivation realm, the name "little corpse" cannot be used. ”
When the elder spoke, everyone respected and did not dare to interject indiscriminately, even the unscrupulous girl Zhao Linger also listened to the elder's speech with a proper attitude.
"The old man's surname is Ye, are you willing to take my surname?"
"You care about me, and the corpse willing. ”
"Your real name is Little Corpse, and your corpse cultivation is extremely good, which means that you can reach the peak on the way out of the mountain to practice, what does it mean?"
"Thank you for giving me my name!" the little corpse, which had been silent for a long time, finally spoke in a serious voice.
The elder nodded slightly in satisfaction, and then took out a chic jewelry box out of nowhere, and said casually: "Zhao Ling'er, this is a little bit of heart I have prepared." Zhao Ling'er was just about to reach out and take over the valuable box, but the elder suddenly added: "Don't sell it!"
"Don't sell, don't sell!" Zhao Ling'er said again and again with a serious face, and the elder finally let go of the corner of the tight box in his hand, and his expression was full of helplessness.
"Let's go!"
Hearing this, Zhao Ling'er pulled the determined "Ye Kui" to turn around and leave along the bumpy and winding mountain path, neither of them looked back along the way.
Ye Kui was firm in his thoughts about the future at this moment, and became stronger until he could no longer be oppressed by the witch next to him.
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The villagers at the edge of the village still did not disperse, because the elder turned around and stared at the crowd at this time, which was a precursor to the elder's imminent announcement of something important.
This has been the case for thousands of years.
"You all guessed Ye Kui's identity!"
No one spoke.
"I told each of you that the reason why we have been here for generations is because of the promise of our ancestors to guard the tomb under the Nine Dragons Panshan and be the tomb keeper for the world!"
No one spoke.
"Ye Kui is gone, we have completed our mission of waiting for the grave guards, and everyone can also go!" the elder announced with an expressionless face.
For a long time, there was no sound.
"Lu Liang, the elder farewell!"
"Pang Xuan, the elder farewell!"
"Belltron, old man farewell!"
......
“...... , the elder farewell!"
One after another, the voices of young people sounded, and the elders did not fluctuate at all, as if they had expected everything, such a comfortable life could not bury the dust of these young people's yearning for the outside world, especially that each of them was so good.
"Go, remember one thing, when the character we have guarded for thousands of years really awakens, you will go to him again, and he will take you farther away!"