Early in the morning, Li Chongshan received a message from Yan Luge.

Yan Lu Ge: I bought your coffin.

Li Chongshan and Yan Luge had previously contacted through the communication background of the Blackstone Research Institute, and he didn't have the personal contact information of Director Yan at all, but when he suddenly saw the information, he instinctively thought that it was another relative of his own who was secretly cursing his father with a cerebral infarction.

What do you mean by "I bought your coffin"?! Knock you! Buy a coffin for my dad!

The second ancestor was furious, and replied with no brains: Riding on a horse and buying it back as a bed board, right? Have a good night's sleep with the whole family!

However, as soon as this sentence was issued, Li Chongshan suddenly sobered up.

Just as he instinctively succeeded in hugging the thigh of the Blackstone Research Institute, he now has an unscientific sixth sense, and he keenly feels that he seems to have a death omen twinkling on his head.

Coffin......

In addition to the coffin boards of his own parents and ancestors, his family also has an even more famous coffin - the coffin contains a suspected resurrected mummy that was stolen last night.

And the one who would send him a message mentioning Pharaoh's coffin......

Li Chongshan reacted slowly and came back to his senses, so frightened that he almost went out of his body, and sent supplementary explanations at an unprecedented speed.

Li Chongshan: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't scold you, I really didn't scold.

Li Chongshan: "Sleep well" is my sincere blessing! I slept on the coffin board really comfortably! Especially in summer, it's especially cool!

Li Chongshan: I slept when I was a child! Believe it or not!

Li Chongshan: Send documents [The whole process of sleeping with a coffin board when I was a child, but I was beaten by my father .rar]

As if to prevent words and songs from not believing, he also packed a bunch of childhood photos and sent them over with the desperate attitude of exposing his black history, to prove that he had really slept on the coffin board before, and he must sleep under his father's slap, so as to prove that "sleep well" is not an empty word but a sincere blessing, even if you can't understand it due to cultural differences, please have a lot of tolerance......

Yan Luge looked at the series of words and a compressed package, and fell into a long silence.

His face was cloudy, and he had planned to raise and put down, and lift and put down his hand along the network cable to educate his son......

Angry, right? It doesn't seem to be so angry, and even a little like laughing.

Don't get angry, right? It seems that he is a little angry again, after all, he has been ridiculed.

It's like a boss who just received a mistake from an employee in the middle of the night, and a moment later received a forced excuse with a strong desire to survive: "I forgot to punctuate it." What I want to say is 'Sand, rarer than the boss's wisdom!' The sea is even smaller than the boss's heart! ’”。

The words and songs are not angry, nor are they not angry, and thousands of words finally turned into a sigh.

- Where did I get this kind of penny son?!

is still the godson Lao Zheng Hao, although he is a little shrewd, but at least he is a normal human being.

Fortunately, Li Chongshan is also a little clever.

He tried to get to the point quickly, turning the page before the big guy held him accountable.

Li Chongshan: Big guy, do you want to buy the mummy of Su Er VII?

Yanluge took a deep breath and took over the topic: Yes.

Li Chongshan replied without hesitation: No problem!

Can he say not to sell?

Not to mention that the mummy has been "stolen", it is also suspected of being resurrected, instigating his uncle to do a series of things.

Li Chongshan is self-aware, his Midnight Explorer Club is engaged in propaganda, and it is okay to block the polluting video, but it is inevitable to deal with truly dangerous transcendent creatures, and he has no ability to do this at all.

Therefore, the resurrected mummy of Sur VII was no longer a fortune for him, but an extremely dangerous hot potato.

Not to mention that Yanluge is "bought", even if he doesn't buy it, he wants to hug Yanluge's thigh and ask him to take this scary thing away.

Words and Rhythm Song Seconds Reply: OK.

Half a minute later, Li Chongshan's mobile phone rang again.

Li Chongshan glanced down and was dumbfounded.

It was a large transfer reminder from the bank, and the amount received was 100,000 Blackstone coins.

It is equivalent to 1 billion yuan in Tianzhou currency, or 800 million Nile coins - the currency exchange rate between Tianzhou and the Nile Federation is stable at 1:0.8 all year round.

The remitter is the Blackstone Research Institute.

Li Chongshan wiped his eyes and counted the zeros twice in a row to confirm that he had not counted wrong.

He hesitated to send a message to Yan Luge: "Well, big man, according to last year's antique value appraisal report, the mummy of Suer VII is not worth that much money.

This kid is quite sincere.

Yan Lu Ge replied casually: Don't use the price of ordinary antiques to measure extraordinary creatures. I didn't cheat you, and I didn't give much.

Most of the time, he is a very well-behaved person, he pays the bill when he buys other people's things, and loses money when he smashes other people's things.

A spirit class with fifth-order strength, if it is really priceless, if it is auctioned publicly, I believe that those extraordinary organizations with the support of the state behind them can offer a jaw-dropping sky-high price.

However, Yan Luge is more willing to use the attitude towards intelligent life to look at such a machine spirit as Su Er VII, and the money paid to Li Chongshan at this moment is not so much the payment for goods, but actually closer to the compensation paid for the removal of the ownership of the coffin.

To put it simply, he redeemed himself for Sur VII.

Of course, as a big businessman with a successful career, Yan Luge will definitely not let himself suffer.

By this moment he had left the mountains and had run to the nearest city, Poti, where he was speeding through the empty streets on a heavy motorcycle, waving a contract that had just been printed.

The contract was typed out by Bai Luhei in a roadside print shop, for which he also paid 10,001 Nile coins - 1 Nile was the printing fee, and 10,000 Nile was the money he lost after kicking the door of the print shop.

"Xiao Qi, I helped you redeem yourself, from today onwards, you will be free."

"But you owe me 10 billion! 10 billion! Did You Know? ”

"In the future, honestly help me work to pay off my debts, and the money you owe me will be deducted from your monthly salary!"

Yan Luge was screaming at the same time, still in the newly learned Ancient Niro language, which attracted the awakened residents in the buildings on both sides to look at him, but most of them could only look at his back as he disappeared, the arrogant roar of the exhaust pipe, and the strange language that he whispered.

Those who know him know that this is the real richest man in the world, and those who don't know him only think that this is a late-night street bombing psychosis.

"Look, I've drawn up the loan contract, come and sign it!" Yan Luge laughed, but his body suddenly let go of his hands, his whole body leaned back, and he lay on the motorcycle with his arms outstretched.

Boom –

A whip shadow mixed with thunder suddenly appeared.

The cold golden coffin suddenly appeared in front of Yan Lu Ge, standing in mid-air, holding the white bone snake whip in his hand and waving towards Yan Lu Ge.

It's just that, due to Yan Lu Ge's evasive action as if predicted, those whip shadows swept over Yan Lu Ge's head and whipped on the empty asphalt road.

Clear cracks burst open in the ground.

The wind and thunder surged around Sur VII, and the image of the snake roared silently around it like a tornado.

The motorcycle under Rigo's feet maintained the inertia of moving forward, and swept past Sur VII at great speed.

As he glided directly below Sur VII, Yan Luge suddenly let go, and the page of the contract document in his hand was swept up by the tornado formed by the snake shadow, and swirled along the direction of the wind around the "Pharaoh" for a while, and finally it snapped on its face.

"Hey, look at you like that, you can't sign either, so press your fingerprint...... Let's get a face tattoo. ”

(End of chapter)