52_52488 Lao Dao is different from ordinary people, no matter how the iron rooster is entangled, crying bitterly, thinking that this is a means of blood 'stick' mallet, he simply ignores it, throws down the steel needle to the edge of the pit, turns around and walks back. Read the full text of the latest chapter. For more up-to-date chapters, visit wèn:щw. The next day, it was the thin old man, crying and begging Lao Dao to go back, asking for money and treasure for treasure, Lao Dao had already understood a qiē, closed his mouth and did not answer. On the third day, he was a wicked man, burly, fierce and 'exposed', claiming to 'get' the old way, the old way was not shallow, he was alone in the family, and he didn't eat this set at all, and when the evil man understood, the old man had finished throwing the steel needle.

The first morning, the weather is good, the magpie announces the good news in the morning, the sky is refreshing, the old road gets up with a bone, 'touches' and 'touches' the body, nothing happens, fortunately, but also feels strange, obviously he calculates that this trip is more auspicious and less, why is it so calm 'waves' quiet, nothing at all? Did you miscalculate? Can't, since I learned this method, I have become more and more 'refined', when I was young, I was not very accurate, after the age of fifty, I gradually became incomparable, and I never missed it.

In any case, this time, in addition to the bloody 'stick' mallet, it is also a great joy, as for whether the calculation is accurate or not, it can be put aside. Lao Dao didn't eat breakfast, ran to the dense forest early in the morning to see, and saw that the pit was full of people, it turned out that last night the movement was not small, it was windy and thundering, accompanied by earth-shattering sounds, it had alarmed the nearby residents, Lao Dao arrived at the place, looked down, there was a skinny child lying at the bottom of the pit, spitting blood foam, belly to the sky, already dead can no longer die. 80 eBook/

The nearby villagers didn't know the truth, they all thought that this child was pitiful, and there was such a good thing, so they took the guy at that time and wanted to drag the body ashore with a hook pole, but the old man was afraid that something would happen, and he didn't dare to stop it, so he had to lie that this was his brother's grandson. I lost it when I was still eating 'milk', and now I am dead, so I have to bury it on the spot, but now I can't move, I have to wait for my brother and nephew to come, and the old man and my father can only be buried after seeing it. If you move, you'll get into trouble. He couldn't afford it.

At that time, some people questioned, since it was lost since childhood, and now that they are seven or eight years old, how do you know that it is your nephew? It's not a trivial matter to die someone, you have to have proof. Although Lao Dao has never seen this thing with his own eyes, he can listen to the description of the iron rooster and know a rough idea. Let's just say that this child has been sick since he was a child, his whole body is bloody, and now he is covered with blood, so he naturally can't see it, but his back is not soaked in blood, and he naturally understands it at a glance.

Lao Dao said, jumping down the pit. Stretched out his hand to turn over the corpse of the bloody 'stick' mallet, moved three times and two times, but it didn't move at all, Lao Dao wondered in his heart, and struggled to turn over the corpse of the bloody 'stick' mallet a little, and looked under the body. But seeing that there is a root behind this child, it is also blood-red, buried deep in the ground, and I don't know where it leads. But after he did so. The villagers above also saw it clearly, because of the angle, the root did not see, but the red back of the bloody 'stick' mallet was clearly seen, and everyone saw that the characteristics matched, so naturally they didn't say anything, some scattered in a hurry, and some had nothing to do, so they chatted with Lao Tao in the same place.

Lao Dao understands in his heart that after the blood 'stick' mallet dies, the human form is where the 'essence' of its body is located, and it will not rot within three days, but the child is not its body, if you want to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, you have to dig down the roots, and there is no grass thorn left, otherwise the wildfire will not burn out, and the 'spring' wind will blow and regenerate, in case of coincidence and resurrection, it will be troublesome. But now there are people everywhere, and they can't do it, so the old way has to be false and perfunctory. Those people are just some village 'women' idlers, staying here, just to watch the excitement, at first full of interest, ask this and that, but later, they feel bored, one after another, as soon as it gets dark, they are in a hurry to go back to cook and eat, and they are all scattered.

Lao Dao waited for a long time, until the night was quieter, knowing that no one came again, so he quietly climbed to the bottom of the pit, followed the root, and dug down hard, thinking that this thing was only ten meters deep, who knew that the deeper and deeper, the deeper and deeper, and gradually dug to dozens of meters, the old Tao was so tired that he sweated, and almost vomited blood on the spot, but later, he gradually 'revealed' a huge 'hole' 'hole', and the root was in the 'hole'' The hole has been extended, and I don't know where it leads, but the old road doesn't have to dig hard, but I still have to walk through the 'hole' and 'hole', crawling around, but it's also hard.

Lao Dao didn't know how deep he climbed, he only felt that the 'yin' wind penetrated the bones, just like he had arrived at the 'yin' Cao Difu, and he climbed for a while, and his eyes suddenly opened up, showing a wide hall, and it didn't matter if there was anything else in the hall, just hanging this coffin, fixed with iron chains on all sides, and the twists and turns of the roots had been drilled into the bottom of the coffin, and then it disappeared, and there was nothing in the coffin, it was still shaking slightly, and there seemed to be a slight breathing sound inside, as if there was something alive in it!

The old way understood at a glance that this root was not rooted in the soil, but came from this coffin, then this is strange, under the sky' Flowers, grass and trees, no matter what style, unless they are born in water, are rooted in the ground, one to absorb nutrients, the other to fix the body, never heard of growing in a coffin, of course, some things, such as fungus, also grow on the trunk, but the trunk has long been rotten, rotten wood can provide nutrients, and this coffin, although I don't know what year and month it is, but it is brand new, this root drilled in, and what to live on?

When the old man was puzzled for a long time, his heart moved, could it be that the things in this coffin were feeding the blood 'stick' mallet? This is very likely, the bloody 'stick' mallet was originally fed on corpses, and it is most suitable to take root in the coffin. But what kind of corpse can feed the blood 'stick' mallet for so many years? Besides, this coffin does not stop 'chaotic', and there are obviously living things in it, can it be said that this bloody 'stick' mallet has found a strange corpse that can be eaten inexhaustibly and can still move?

Lao Dao looked up carefully, the original root, because the blood 'stick' mallet was dead, had withered and rotted, and there was no life, but near the section of the coffin, there was a blood-red thing surging up, going up along this root, where it passed, the original withered root turned out to be bright', and it had the meaning of resurrection, this blood-red thing extended wantonly, and soon went to the ground.

Lao Dao was shocked, not good, this thing is only going to be resurrected, once this thing is resurrected, where will there be its own good fruit to eat? Now I can't talk about it, it's just that there is a Monkey King locked up in the coffin, and I'm going to break through it. Lao Dao made up his mind, looked up to see that the coffin was a few feet from the ground, and he couldn't go up by himself, and looked around, and saw that the wall of the 'hole' on the right was rough, and he could still climb, and he jumped up at the moment, like a civet cat, and went straight to the bottom of the coffin!