If you want to stop cooking, you will be calculated by that class of grandsons.

Chen Daju walked in an airtight ancient Nanmu coffin, breathing with difficulty.

There was less and less oxygen for him to breathe in the confined space.

He tried his best to control the frequency and depth of his breathing, but each exhalation and inhale was harder than the last.

I had begun to feel the convulsions of my body, and my consciousness was gradually blurred.

Hold on for another five minutes, and in another five minutes the automatic fire defense system outside will be lifted, and the vault will be filled with oxygen again.

The flickering lights in the vault were filled with all kinds of stolen and excavated ancient relics, like the interior of a huge ancient tomb, full of dead silence.

……

Ten minutes ago, the transaction was successfully completed.

When the terrorists withdrew, the automatic fire defense system inside the vault was triggered.

In ten seconds, the entire airtight vault was drained, and it took fifteen minutes to return to normal.

Chen Daju was in a hurry and hid in this ancient Nanmu coffin, which was still very well sealed.

I hope I can use the only air I have to help him survive these fifteen minutes.

Four minutes to go!

Darkness hung over the young military operative.

Unknown! Fear!

He saw a beam of light coming from the door not far away.

Facing the blinding light, he kept approaching the door. The light is getting brighter and brighter, and everything around is getting more and more open.

Breathe, I want to breathe.

……

Eh, it looks like someone is calling my name.

"Big move, don't run, come back to the shower with me."

"Don't run, come back with me."

How could a strange woman call my name?

Chen Daju hung in his heart, could it be ......?

Could it be that the soul has been out of the body and is being chased by a female ghost?

But why did you tell me to go back to the shower? Pervert, it must be a pervert.

"Hum ho~~" After taking a deep breath and exhaling, I felt the transparency and comfort from the nasal cavity and mouth to the dantian.

I felt my body move, my hands struggling in the throbbing of the mission, and my feet pushing hard.

"Don't pretend. This river is so shallow that it can't drown you. There is warm hot water at home, you don't wash it, jump into this cold river. ”

In the river? And the water is still shallow?

Armed swimming is a compulsory subject for an agent, and it is his specialty.

Do you want to be chased by a female ghost, and you can't drown again?

It is absolutely impossible, Lao Tzu fell for the trick and had to be forced into a closed Nanmu coffin.

Because of the small space, he couldn't use his hands and feet, so he died at a young age.

Now that I'm a ghost, do I want to die again? That's not a dead ghost.

Mother's Hippie's.

Chen adjusted his breathing, mobilized his hands and feet, tread water, and did it in one go.

I shook the water on my head and face, and when I opened my eyes, I was really in the middle of a river.

The riverbank was bustling and crowded, and the guardrail of the nearest riverbank was full of people dressed in ancient costumes to watch the excitement.

Laughter spread all over their faces, pointing at themselves.

"Look at it, the daughter-in-law of the Chen family is chasing her little husband to take a bath again."

A middle-aged woman in a magenta costume was pointing at him, and he said to a man next to him who was dressed in azure blue, also in ancient costume.

"It's not, it's from childhood to adulthood." The man returned with a grin.

"I heard that this young master of the Chen family has been afraid of water since he was a child, and he hides when he takes a bath. Usually, until you are thirsty and your throat is smoking, you will never drink water. ”

……

"It's true, I don't know what kind of evil this Young Master Chen has fallen into since he was a child. It's not good, it's the evil nature that comes with the mother's womb. ”

"Yes, yes, I heard that those ghosts who fell into the water in the wilderness, there is no family to collect the corpse, when they are reincarnated, they go through six reincarnations, there is no excess, and after reincarnation, they will be particularly afraid of water."

There were more and more onlookers on the shore, and the words were becoming more and more evil.

And it's all costumes, what about filming?

Chen Daju ignored the evaluation of everyone on the shore, and tentatively pointed at the bottom of the river with his foot.

"Poof", stood up, the water just passed the navel.

I'm still armed to swim across the river, and I'm still treading water, my mother is a bastard. What the hell is going on? Can Lao Tzu die completely?

"You're good, come ashore and come back to take a shower with me, okay?"

In the crowd on the shore, a young woman in a yellow cedar with spring in her eyes smiled at herself, and coaxed cautiously.

It's like an old lady coaxing her son, and she can't wait to take a lollipop, marshmallow or something in her hand and hand it over immediately.

This feeling of being coaxed and pampered was only experienced when I was a child.

This voice was obviously the voice of the "female ghost" who chased after him just now, but this unfamiliar face smiled so kindly.

Chen Daju, who was in the middle of the river, leaned into the water in the direction of the woman in the yellow shirt, touched the wall of the river bank with a dive, and looked up at the crowd of people watching above his head in a daze, and he didn't know any of them.

At this moment, a shirtless porter-like man stretched out his pole.

Chen raised his right hand and raised it just enough to catch it. The porter gestured with a look, Chen Da raised his right hand to exert force, bent his elbow, pulled his body out of the water, and alternately put his feet on the stone wall of the river embankment at two or three points, and crossed the shore with one body.

Everyone cheered in unison, as if they had just watched a wonderful performance.

The woman in the yellow shirt looked at Chen Daju who was standing in front of her, looked at her with a slightly strange look, her face stiffened for two seconds, and soon showed that kind smile again.

"Daju, good boy, if you don't go back with me, your father and your mother will scold me."

What does your father and mother have to do with me? Scolding you is not scolding me, what do you care about me?

Chen Daju is worried about being attacked by terrorists, and he is secretly sad.

I'm about to have a seizure.

Suddenly, she pinched the woman in the yellow shirt on the face, and she screamed in pain, tears swirling in her eyes.

"Oh, big move, what are you doing, it hurts people to death."

"Good boy, don't make trouble, go back with me, or your father and mother should really scold me. It's been an hour. ”

I am obviously dead, but why is everything in front of me so real?

Chen Daju pinched his face again. Good girl, what a real grandma's pain.

What the hell is going on? Where the hell did I die? Dead or not? Where is this?

10,000 Cao Nyima rushed through Chen Daju's mind.

"Daju, what are you doing? You're going to pinch yourself. I just brought you back, and I can't avoid your father's scolding. ”

The woman in the yellow shirt completely forgot the pain on her face and looked at Chen Daju with concern.

Reaching out, he pressed down the hand that Chen Daju was still pinching on his face.

Calm, calm. Chen Daju took a deep breath, it felt so good to be able to breathe, and it was even more refreshing to be able to breathe heavily. Could it be that I have amnesia?

He tried his best to mobilize his memory, father, mother, Ling'er, old man Lan......, Mei'er, as well as Lao Zhu and terrorists, it was clear.

Reincarnation? No way, how come I don't even have any memory of this life? Could it be that he just drowned in the river and lost his memory?

With such a small ditch at such a depth, let yourself be a military agent, oh no, that was a previous life, and I don't know what kind of character I am in this life?

Crossing, yes, it must be crossing. That's what the books say.

But others travel with the memories of two lives, why do I only have the memories of the past life and no memory of the present life?

"Beauty, what is this place?" Chen Daju put away his cranky thoughts, and asked the woman in the yellow shirt weakly.

"This son of the Chen family is designated to have lost his brain by blisters, pitiful, he doesn't even remember his hometown and wife."

"It's possessed by a water ghost, and I'm crazy, but I can't help it."

"I think it's because I dislike this wife who is so much older than him, and deliberately pretends to be crazy and stupid, and I don't want to marry into the door."

There was another round of bizarre discussions.

Chen Daju can't stand these people who chew their tongues, have nothing to do, and make up the lake blindly.

He simply planned to scare and scare them, roared wildly, and said to the people around him in a sharp and desolate voice: "If you talk nonsense again, I will get on you." ”

These people, who usually like to watch the excitement and chew their tongues, themselves believe that there are ghosts in this world, and they are especially afraid of provoking these unclean things.

Now seeing that the son of the Chen family suddenly had such a situation, he was afraid of getting into trouble, and he was scattered.

Only the Huangshan woman was left, looking at Chen Daju with both fear and concern.

"Don't scare me, I don't want to be scolded by your parents."

Chen Daju secretly laughed, how many fathers-in-law and mother-in-law scolding this girl usually has to suffer.

continued to scare her: "Then tell me, where is this?" What age? ”

"Jinxiang Mansion, Chongzhen...... Chongzhen fifteen years. ”

Chongzhen fifteen years? 1642 AD? It was still the last year of the Ming Dynasty.

And in two years, Chongzhen will hang on the crooked neck tree and say goodbye to his Daming country.

What kind of world will I be in the future in the last years of the Ming Dynasty?

Chen Daju looked at his not very sturdy body, which seemed to be underage, and couldn't help but sigh a little, because Chen Daju of the Ming Dynasty was only sixteen years old.

"Whoosh~Whoosh"

Chen Daju only felt that his left and right chests tightened, and his body was unable to move again.

Huang Shannu was already convinced that the little husband had a problem with his brain, and she was sure that she couldn't hide from her in-laws' scolding.

I simply clicked on the little husband's acupoint, carried it on my shoulder, and took it home to give an explanation to my parents-in-law first.