When I heard the old farmer shouting, I couldn't help but be shocked. Hurriedly ran to the old farmer's side. Squat down and take a look. Wu Feifei also ran over at this time. The three of them were silent, staring at the "corpse" silently. There was silence in the tomb at this time. Its heartbeat could be faintly heard.

According to common sense, in this airtight coffin, it is a miracle that a person can survive without eating, drinking, or breathing. This is no longer explained by what we have learned. It can only be thought that the skin of the silkworm king does have the effect of immortality.

After being silent for a long time, the old farmer finally couldn't help but say: "Damn, this silkworm king's skin can really make people live forever!" "Wu Feifei and I looked at each other for a moment. I said, "Brother farmer, what should we do yesterday?" Do you still wrap him back in a coffin? "

"Stuff a fart! Lao Tzu shouted at him to get up! After sleeping for so many years, it's time to wake up," Feng Lao Nong said.

"Isn't it, brother, you wake him up, when he opens his eyes and sees a few of us, he must be a tomb robber, can you report it to the police station yesterday?" I asked.

"Report a fart! What age is he? Dare to squeak Lao Tzu and destroy him," Feng Lao Nong said viciously.

"Hey, old farmer, what are you calling him to do? It's so poor that it's bare-assed," I said listlessly. Actually, I was thinking if this person woke up. Will it be like playing in Hong Kong movies? is a person with strong martial arts, the kind that can even catch bullets. We rescued him, and then he led us on a journey to eliminate evil and maintain the peace of the universe? If that's the case, that's a lot of fun.

Feng Lao Nong glanced at me and said, "Silly boy, wake him up so that he can tell us how the silkworm king can be killed, and what to do after killing to keep people immortal." Then we can directly serve the national leaders! The money that can not be spent in several lifetimes can be enjoyed! The old farmer lit a cigarette, lit it and spit out a smoke ring, and then said: "Don't explain the device when the time comes, it is not impossible to become the emperor yourself on a large piece of land!" "

It turns out that this old farmer thinks quite far, and I really admire it. I looked at Feng Laonong with a look of admiration and said: "Brother, you are really a far-sighted person, my brother admires you to death, if you become the emperor at that time, you will have to make me a prince yesterday, right?" "

Feng Laonong laughed a few times, and then said, "Lao Tzu fucking made you a eunuch chief"

"I'll go to your mother to pull a Feng Lao Nong, and I won't be happy to find your little prince!" I laughed and cursed.

"Gotta stop talking that nonsense. Look at me and tell him to get up," the old farmer said to me.

I saw that Feng Laonong threw away the cigarette in his hand, stretched out his big hand that was stained with dust and rust, and slapped the "corpse" twice. Only two horns were heard, and two slap prints appeared on the face of the "corpse". However, the "corpse" remained motionless and still slept there.

The old farmer shook his head and said, "Damn, I slept so dead, Lao Tzu's own hands hurt, ouch。。。。。。 He scolded and rubbed his hands.

"Your brother is really ruthless! How can you do this to him, he's a living man," I said.

"Forget it, Lao Tzu must come up with the means of the party-state," the old peasant said stupidly.

When I heard this, I didn't know what kind of means Feng Lao Nong was going to use. I saw the old farmer untie his belt, take out the guy, and pee on the face of the "corpse". I really didn't expect that the old peasants' methods of the party-state would be so obscene. I was about to say a few words to complain about the old farmer. The old farmer opened his mouth first: "Immortal, you can't get up when you drink urine."

The old farmer fastened his trousers and rummaged through his backpack for something.

"I said, old farmer, you're too much. Isn't it a bit shameless? I finally couldn't help but ask.

"You know the! That's how the Kuomintang dealt with us back then," the old peasant replied.

"Then this person is not a Red Army, and you are not a Kuomintang," I said.

"Less verbose!" Feng Lao Nong said as he took out a match. Squat at the feet of the "corpse" and scratch one. With a "snort", the match was lit and a flaming head the size of a broad bean was emitted. Then Feng Laonong took a match and stretched out to the toe of the "corpse".

The flames burned under the toes of the "corpse", and it seemed that it was burned, and the "corpse" remained untouched. By this time, the matches had already been burned. The old farmer stupidly threw the matchstick on the ground and looked at the toe with a flashlight. I saw that the toe had been roasted red by the old farmer's match, as if there was a blister.

I was about to speak. I saw that the old farmer pounced, and the big fist of the casserole had already smashed into the "corpse" like raindrops, scolding while beating. My heart was worried about the owner of this tomb. How great is the power of this big fat man who has been a soldier and has done farm work all his life? It's really pitiful for this person. I saw that after a violent storm, patches of red spots appeared on the "corpse". Apparently beaten by the old peasants.

After dozens of punches, the old farmer squatted on the ground, panting for breath. While wiping the sweat on his head, he scolded: "This old boy can exhaust the uncle." If you don't wake up again, Lao Tzu will peel off his skin! After scolding, he took out a cigarette from his butt pocket and lit it, and smoked it.

I saw that Feng Laonong's face was flushed, and he didn't know if he was tired or angry. I hurriedly stepped forward to comfort him: "Forget the old farmer, you can rest for a while, it doesn't matter if he wakes up or not, we just need to find the Ming Weapon and leave, right?" "

Feng Laonong gave me a blank look: "Didn't you just say that you want to be a little prince?" If you don't wake him up, you'll be a fart! "

"Haha, what do I want to be the little prince, but you beat him like a pig's head, and he still doesn't wake up." I said, "Looks like he's been given an anesthetic, so he's going to have to wait a while or use some other medicine to wake him up?" "

Feng Laonong patted his head, as if he suddenly realized, and said, "Yes, I didn't think of it yesterday?" This old boy has been wrapped in the skin of the poisonous silkworm king for hundreds of years, and I am afraid that something needs to be able to wake him up! "

"Now you know I'm smarter, right?" I looked at the old farmer proudly.

"The silkworm king is so poisonous that only people like you can resist it, and I really don't know about other things like antidotes. I had no choice but to wait. Feng Laonong said helplessly.

"So what are we going to do now? Do you just sit here and wait? I asked the old farmer.

"Wait a fart, let's go around elsewhere while we're going to take advantage of this," the old farmer replied with a puff of cigarette: "If this old boy can't wake up, and we can't get a weapon, then we'll lose a lot of money."

"Then we have to go back? Take the path you haven't taken? I said.

Feng Lao Nong threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it, and said, "If you don't go back the same way, do you kid want to smash the wall open?"

I smiled and said, "Let's go!" I'm waiting to get rich! As he spoke, he beckoned Wu Feifei to pack up the equipment on the ground.

After packing, Wu Feifei and I blew out the lit candles and put them in our backpacks. Then Feng Lao Nong turned on the flashlight and walked to the outside of the cemetery.