Cang Shilan scratched his head, digging a pit is a manual job, and he has never done it before. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Moreover, digging pits and burying people seems to be an illegal activity, and if they are caught by the police uncle, it will be miserable; even if they are not discovered by the police uncle and reported by the people of Chaoyang District, Beijing, it is enough to choke.

Just as Cang Shilan was worrying about how to deal with the body of the cheap master, he found that a light smoke rose from the old man's wound, and the clothes and muscles around him gradually turned into ashes. In a few moments, the old man was completely reduced to ashes.

Cang Shilan didn't know that the power of the Claw Submarine was not only that it could sneak and assault, but also that its claws were highly poisonous and could rot bones and tendons. Caught by its claws, if the wound is not properly treated, the whole body will turn to ashes in a short time.

Where had Cang Shilan seen such an anti-scientific thing, and he was stunned for a while.

At this time, a breeze blew, and the old man's ashes were blown up by the wind.

Only then did Cang Shilan wake up: If you don't clean it up, the old people will be everywhere, and it really can't be cleaned up.

Cang Shilan didn't have the habit of carrying an urn with him—and I'm afraid no one did—so he put the old man's ashes into the drink bottle he had brought with him, and filled it with a full bottle.

When cleaning up the ashes of the old man, Cang Shilan accidentally found a token, which was not gold, jade or wood, and the texture was extremely hard.

On the front of the token is written the word "Ling" in seal script, and on the back is a lizard with wings that is roaring in the sky - if the old man knows about it, he will definitely be resurrected in anger, and then he will be blue in pain: What lizard, is this the dragon in Western legends? This is the strongest magical beast that this sect has ever summoned. is so ignorant, don't say you know me when you go out in the future, so you won't be embarrassed.

Cang Shilan estimated that this could be the head token of the summoning gate.

"But why didn't the old man give it to himself? probably because he didn't think he was reliable. In that case, I'll keep it for him. If you have the opportunity to accept a junior brother, you can pass this token to him. Cang Shilan thought secretly.

He was a good boy and never coveted what didn't belong to him.

Putting away the token, he solemnly buried the drink bottle under the tree, and then picked up a wooden board to use as a tombstone.

Since it is a tombstone, of course, it must be engraved, otherwise the grave will not be found in the future.

Cang Shilan touched his body, but he didn't bring a pen. But there was another way, he took out the key and carved the words on the board, although he could not see clearly, but if he looked closely, he could still see some marks, if he really couldn't see them - at most he would trace them again with a marker later.

Just as he was about to engrave the lettering, he was stunned to find that he didn't know the old man's name at all.

He had no choice but to carve on the tombstone: the tomb of the thirty-second generation head of the Ancestor Summoning Sect.

The inscription reads: Cang Shilan Jingli, a first-grade and sixth-grade student of the Chinese Department of Nanchang University.

After erecting the tombstone, he knelt down and kowtowed to the cheap master three times, and then prayed in silence. Of course, the content of his prayer is definitely not to summon the door, but to hope that the master will bless him with academic progress, and it is best to get a scholarship to alleviate his current financial dilemma.

Who says Chinese don't have faith? This is faith, and Chinese only believe in their ancestors.

Look, the thirty-second generation head of the Summoning Gate, who couldn't save his life, quickly became a god in less than half an hour, and actually became an immortal who could bless Cang Shilan with a scholarship.

After dealing with the old man's funeral, Cang Shilan walked away.

He wanted to climb the wall to save some trouble, but the high wall made him daunting, and there were no small trees to help, so he had to take a detour back through the gate.

After a few steps, he suddenly remembered that the old man with pigtails seemed to have a deep hatred for his cheap master, and if he knew that he was the heir of the summoning sect and the acting head of the thirty-third year, he might not let himself go. The so-called grievances in the rivers and lakes will affect the children and grandchildren, and it is really impossible to prevent it.

Cang Shilan hurriedly turned around, pulled out the tombstone, and scraped the words on it with the key.

Thinking about it, he still didn't feel at ease, so he stepped on the plank and smashed it - fortunately, the plank was picked up casually, and it had rotted over time, otherwise if he stepped down, the plank might not be fine, and there must be something big about the otaku's feet.

He picked up sawdust and threw it around, so that even if the trace inspection experts from the Ministry of Public Security came, they could not find out what words had been engraved on it.

After processing the "incriminating evidence", Cang Shilan looked around: it was a desolate place, there was no one but a few stupid birds parked on the trees.

Cang Shilan was completely relieved, would he be worried about a few birds?

He knows that the beast taming gate can tame the bird, but what does it matter? The little bird can't speak, and the beast taming gate doesn't seem to have invented the mental method of communicating with the demonic beast, who can still reveal his secrets? Even if the beast taming gate suddenly explodes in character and instantly invents the mental method of communicating with the demonic beast, the little birds are illiterate -- they have not yet universalized the nine-year compulsory education -- can they tell the pigtailed old man what words have been engraved on the tombstone?

Thinking of this, Cang Shilan couldn't help but get proud and gestured at the bird.

Cang Shilan returned to the dormitory, and his roommate Chen Jiaying yelled at him: "Oops, I heard that the school is going to check on housekeeping again at night, focusing on high-power electrical appliances, have you put it away?"

Cang Shilan smiled and said, "It's been put away a long time ago." I'm not afraid of the dormitory manager coming to check the room now, anytime, anywhere, let them check as they please. ”

Chen Jiaying smiled bitterly: "I'm the most afraid, who made me the least able to hide things in my life." Every time I checked, I had to buy a new one. I want to wholesale a lot of them, check them once, send them a small pile, save me from buying back and forth, it's too much trouble. I heard that many students escaped by hanging electrical appliances out of the window last time, so I also hung things out of the window this time to see if I could hide from them. ”

Cang Shilan walked to the window, looked out, and sure enough, upstairs and downstairs, there were many electrical appliances hanging outside the window, such as hair dryers, heaters, rice cookers, and induction cookers, which were like opening a commodity fair.

Cang Shilan looked at her bed and smiled proudly.

Of course, he also has illegal high-power electrical appliances - in the four years of school, if there is no illegal electrical appliances, it is simply sorry for the title of college student.

But he had a way of hiding the appliances.

Some time ago, he took a picture of the wall of the upper bunk and sent it to the advertising agency to spray it into cardboard of equal width and height. When there was no one on Saturdays and Sundays, he put the cardboard on the top bunk vertically, so that a small space was separated, not to mention electrical appliances, even if he put a girl, no one could find it.

He climbed into bed, leaned back on the quilt, and was ready to flip through the cheats for the summoning door. Think about how cool it would be if you couldn't buy a train ticket when you went home during the winter vacation and summoned a unicorn to travel.

Even if he can't summon a unicorn, a large number of magical beasts such as Nightmare Beasts, Skeleton War Horses, Flying Horses, and Griffons are waiting for him...... Forget about the wild boar, although the wild boar from the other world can ride, it will be laughed to death.

He took out the "Summoning Technique" from his arms, suppressed his excitement, and trembled and flipped through the book.

Oops, the book is stuck and won't open.

It turned out that the old man's blood was flowing on the book, and the book was glued together, and it could not be opened at all.

Cang Shi Lan was anxious to scratch his ears and cheeks, which was like a treasure trove appearing in front of him, but without a key, he couldn't enter.

He tried everything, but he couldn't open the book.

In the end, he decided to use the most effective and violent method - hard tearing.

"Woo-la-la-......" The sound of paper being torn rang out on the blue bed.

Each voice was like a knife slashing at the blue mind - God knows what will be left of the book at the end.

When tearing the pages of the book, Cang Shilan couldn't bear to look at it, so he basically did it with his eyes closed.

When he finally opened the book, he found that only two-thirds of the book had been salvaged, which were the general recipe for the opening chapter and the material summoning for the second half, and the summoning of the Warcraft, which he was most passionate about, had been completely torn up.

"Farewell, cute girl, brother can't ride a windy monster to seduce you anymore. Cang Shilan thought dejectedly.