Chapter Seventy-Three: The Four Viros

When I woke up from my coma, I saw the fat man again. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info sitting next to the fat man are He Tao and Lan. They were sitting around a campfire, and no one spoke.

Did it all hang up I thought about it and was about to get up from the ground. But when I moved, I found that I couldn't feel the presence of my limbs.

No wonder the ghosts are floating, maybe they just can't use their legs and feet. I thought to myself. Thinking about it calmed down. Anyway, they are all dead, and with so many people with them, it is not too lonely. But Lan also died, which was not my expectation. According to my understanding of Lan's skills, unless he is facing a company or a larger number of human-faced birds, he will definitely not hang.

Forget it, the dead are all dead, what else can be said. It's relieved to think about it. But the problem is that I can't feel the presence of my hands and feet now, how can I ...... from the ground? Well, stand up? With telekinesis?

Rise! I thought silently, but nothing happened.

Pippi shrimp let's go!

......

Uncle, can you let me move. I was so columsy when I was alive, but it also gave me a little face, okay?

"You say, do you want to explain this matter to Ah Cheng?"

While I was still trying to get up from the ground, I suddenly heard the voice of a fat man. I subconsciously looked over to them.

Because the distance is not very far, that is, about two or three meters away, I can still hear what they say clearly.

The three of them were silent for a while, and He Tao suddenly spoke: "It's all here, and there is no point in saying what should be said or not." Just say it. ”

When the fat man heard this, he asked, "It's okay to tell the story, but what I'm worried about is whether he can accept it." The fat man paused and asked, "And who is going to say?" I can't open my mouth, fat man. ”

I said in my heart, this damn daring is still hiding something from me. This damn fat man, damn it. But what the fat man just said, if I say it, I may not be able to accept it. What is it that I can't accept?

Frankly, since the moment I was found by my uncle and uncle, I have experienced so much. I've carried this kind of manager, what else can't I accept?

The three of them fell silent again. And this time, they haven't been talking for a long time. This made me so anxious that I almost wanted to ask them directly. But several times I opened my mouth to make a sound to tell them that I was awake, but I finally endured.

It's not that I don't believe in fat people. These three of them are probably the only people I can trust right now. I'm pretending not to wake up now, but the purpose is actually very simple. I just want to know how many things they haven't told me, and how many things they are still hiding from me.

This man's curiosity is still quite terrifying.

After being silent for a long time, Lan, who had always chosen to be silent, suddenly opened her mouth.

"The matter is nearing the end, and only you can accompany him for the rest after the matter is over."

What the? What do you mean it's nearing the end? I was stunned for a moment, and my mind thought about it for a moment.

If the epilogue refers to the catastrophe of the Outer Eight Elements, then I can understand it. But what does the second sentence mean? What do you mean that the rest of the things can only let the fat man and He Tao accompany me? What is Lan going to do?

I was still thinking about it, and I didn't notice that the fat man was already looking at me at this time. I just stared at him with my eyes open.

"Well, people are awake. We don't have to push it anymore. Let's just say it. The fat man stood up and walked over to me. Walked up to me, crouched down, stretched out his hand, picked me up, and put me on the edge of the fire.

When I got closer to the light source, I realized that my whole body was wrapped in gauze layer after layer, and I was living in the shape of a mummy.

I opened my mouth to signal to the fat man why I was like this. But I found that I couldn't speak.

"Don't worry." The fat man sat down next to me, holding a cigarette between his fingers and lighting it on the flame. Took a puff and put it to my mouth. I took a small bite of the filter. The spicy smell of smoke irritated my throat, and in an instant I was completely awake. But I still couldn't speak. And the tongue is still a little numb.

"Just wait a while for the medicinal properties of the anesthetic to pass." The fat man took back the cigarette and said.

I blinked, indicating that I understood.

The fat man glanced at me, nodded, and continued: "Since you don't want to say it, then the fat man and I will be this bad guy." After saying that, the fat man took a hard puff of his cigarette, and the little spark of the cigarette butt quickly approached the fat man's lips.

After swallowing the cigarette into his stomach and holding it for a while, the fat man slowly spit it out. At the same time, the whole story that follows is spit out.

Spring 1987. My grandmother, the old woman mentioned at the beginning of the book. The stone pillow that I dug up while working in the field was indeed broken by my father when I brought it home that night. And inside the stone pillow was not my grandfather's head, but a book.

An ancient book that records the process of Qin Shi Huang, the emperor of the Qin Dynasty, in his quest for immortality.

As for why I knew the contents of this book, it was my grandmother's family background.

My grandmother, Luo, had a background as a landlord before the Cultural Revolution. This was not a simple landlord, but the largest landlord in Yulin County, Guangxi at that time. Of course, this is not very important information. It is important that the grandmother of their family occupation at the time.

Nowadays, people's perception of landlords is only to exploit or deduct the income of poor peasants from their fields in order to make a fortune. But few people know what a landlord does before he owns a lot of farmland or property. Or how did they accumulate such a rich family foundation.

In fact, the reasons can be roughly divided into two points. The easiest thing to think of is nothing more than relying on the ancestral property left from the ancestors, and then relying on the management of the ancestors for generations to pass on to the present step by step. And the second point is to get rich overnight by some means. That's the second point at my grandmother's house.

As for what the means are, there are actually many kinds of them. I won't go into details here, but I will mainly talk about the situation at my grandmother's house at that time.

Grandma's surname is Luo. However, there were no simplified Chinese characters in the past, and they were all in the old style. This is what we now call traditional Chinese. So at that time, grandma's surname should be Luo in the correct word.

Nowadays, when many old people describe their surnames, they do not use the four Xiluo, but the four Weiluo.

The reason why I want to tell this story is because there was a river in my grandmother's house at that time, called Siwei River. This river is also related to the occupation of grandma's family.