My name is Murong Hao, I was born in a relatively wealthy middle-class family, there are four people in the family, my parents, Murong Tianhai, Mo Yuxia, and an older sister, Murong Xue, of course, and me.

About ten years ago, our house was ransacked by thieves, from the middle class, to the great proletariat!

It is said that the thief is also a metaphysical person, Liu Yang, nickname, thief saint.

The family is not very good, and they are often excluded by their former partners, who just want to see if they can squeeze a little money.

Tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs, this sentence is really right.

Until one day, everything changed, my fate began to be uncertain, and my figure appeared in the ruins of the world.

I call myself an archaeologist, but in fact, I am the son of a family of tomb robbers.

The bell rang after school, and before the teacher could speak, all the students in the classroom had already left, which was probably their most positive time, and there was no me among the people who had just gone out, and there was no shadow of me among the few people left in the classroom, because at the moment I and some people were receiving education in the teaching office......

I don't know how long it took for me to finally escape from that "hell", and when I walked on the way out of school, everything was so calm, and my body was bruised and purple.

I got it when I was fighting with others at school, they laughed at my family for not having money and still going to school here pretending to be a big-tailed wolf, I was not convinced, so I fought with them, I was alone, their number was more or less, just twenty people, and I was beaten by a group!

I'm used to this kind of thing, the teachers are very fair, and I don't get punished in general, and those people have to stay and wait for their parents.

The remnant sun is like blood, but in the heaven and earth, a force in the underworld is gradually awakening.

I was walking on a bumpy path and was soon home, but I always felt that something was missing and something was wrong.

Suddenly, I was kicked to the ground from behind, and a crowd immediately surrounded me, blocking my retreat.

"Damn, it's all because you and I were sent to the office, and we called the parents, do you fucking know how faceless Lao Tzu is? Brothers, hit me, beat me hard!"

...... The picture is too bloody.

After they left, I thought to myself: Well, nothing is missing this time.

Sometimes I feel that living in the world is a shame for a man, and even I sometimes want to commit suicide, but I can't, because I can't live up to my parents' high expectations for me, and my sister also poked school because of family conditions.

Originally, she could have been admitted to university, but she gave me the opportunity, and I couldn't let her down, and I burst into tears when I thought of it.

Before I knew it, I was already at the door, I felt so ashamed that I didn't dare to go in, and this was where the whole thing began.

Although the house is a small bungalow and somewhat shabby, the golden nest and silver nest are not as good as their own kennel. This is my home after all.

I faintly heard the sound of my sister arguing with her parents, and even the sound of some items being broken.

The content of the quarrel is probably like this.

"Now that the family conditions are not good, we have to go back to our old ways. My father, Murong Tianhai, said resolutely. There was an irresistible majesty in his tone.

I don't know what they mean by the old business, but, I don't bother to think about it, I'm a little dick, or live my life in peace.

"No, I firmly disagree, if something happens to you, what should Murong Hao do, what should I do, have you considered what to do with me and my brother who is not angry?"

Hearing this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly, my sister's name is Murong Xue, I didn't expect me to be like this in her eyes, fortunately, I was made by those rich children to have no self-esteem, otherwise, God knows if I would rush in and fight with my sister.

I didn't hear what they said after that, and when they didn't speak, I went into the house and pretended to be nothing.

When my sister saw me like this, she immediately helped me to a chair and rubbed me with medicine, but I didn't have a single healthy skin on my body, it was basically all bruises, and the house was full of bruises, alcohol, and stuff.

Because my parents knew I would use it every few days, they bought it in advance. This may be a mockery.

"Haohao, are you okay?" asked my sister intimately

In order not to worry my sister, I endured the pain and said, "It's okay, a little wound is a skin injury, and it will be fine in a while." ”

"Shhh

I gasped, it hurt so much, it almost cost me my life!

At this time, the mother cast a kind of look at the sister, as if asking a question, and the sister was silent, but finally nodded.

I didn't know what it meant, and I wanted to ask them what it was for, but I swallowed it back when it came to my lips, and my instinct told me not to be so uninteresting.

The next day was Saturday, my parents went out early in the morning, and I didn't know what they were doing, so I spent a long time with doubts, and at six o'clock in the afternoon, my parents came back, and they brought an old man.

The parents and the old man had full backpacks, and they were dragging several sacks with the sound of metal clashing inside.

When my parents saw me, they told me that the old man was my uncle, and after I said hello to the old man, my uncle, my parents and him rested for a while and then left with a sack and a backpack.

I don't know why my uncle and my parents were carrying those things, they seemed to be out of breath, and after a break, they walked towards the black market next to my house.

At first, I thought they had picked up some treasure and wanted to exchange it for some money, but this idea was dispelled by me as soon as it appeared, how could they pick up so many things at once?

They had an earthy smell on them, very strong, and I felt a chill in them, just like I felt the other day when I was beaten up by a group of people in the cemetery.

In the evening my parents came back, and they came back with a dozen dozen hundred dollar bills, and I began to feel like I was dreaming, but it was true.

After that, my parents would go out every morning, sometimes not back once a few days, sometimes once a day.

When they came back, they would carry a couple of sacks, and my uncle would rest with them at my house, and then they would go out again, and in the middle of the night they would bring a dozen hundred dollar bills.

For some reason, my parents kept exuding a chill and a strong earthy smell, which made me wonder.

However, one day, they went out and never came back, and it has been three years now, and in the blink of an eye I am in my second year of high school.

One day, I finally couldn't take it anymore, and I asked my sister, "Sister, what are your parents doing?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't!" replied to me, and I have never asked such a question before.

I was completely angry, this was the first time in my life that I was angry, to be precise, I was angry with my sister, I said angrily: "Why, I am their son, I have the right to know!"

"Smack"

I was answered with a crisp slap in the face and a red handprint.

My sister walked out with tears in her eyes, probably she also had something unspeakable.

One day, when I was out of school, I saw the uncle who was with my parents, and I thought, "Could it be that he kidnapped my parents?"

Don't look at him old, but he is extraordinary.

He turned his head sharply, grabbed my arm, and then turned around, borrowing his strength.

I couldn't control my center of gravity and flew straight out.

A set of actions flowed smoothly, and when he was about to punch me lying on the ground, he saw my confused eyes: "Alas, this is so unfair to you, let's go, come home with me, I will tell you." ”

...... There were no words on the road.

When I arrived at his house, he told me what had happened, my mother was the seventeenth generation of Yanshi, my father was the twentieth generation of the Tomb Sect, and my uncle was also a member of the Tomb Sect.

Parents because they want to improve the family conditions so they do tomb robbery, they and the uncle together to rob the tomb, because the mother is a Yanshi, the organs in the tomb can't help him, and since the father is a descendant of the tomb faction, he naturally has a lot of skills, catching ghosts and subduing demons.

One day, my parents found a large tomb and were going to go with my uncle, according to my parents' description, the uncle judged that it was a murderous burial, because some of the exercises of the tomb school have been lost.

So the uncle dissuaded them from going there and risking it, but the parents didn't listen, and the two of them went into the tomb on their own and never returned. The uncle did not know the address of the tomb and could not save them.

"That's how it happened. The uncle said, "If it weren't for the pity of you, I wouldn't have said it." ”

At this time, a big man walked in, he was shirtless, showing his strong muscles.

I felt a bloody breath from him, this guy definitely has a few lives in his hands!

He said respectfully: "Murong Ye, we found a tomb, and the preliminary judgment is not a murderous burial. ”

At this time, the uncle became interested: "Okay, I'll go to the inverted fight the day after tomorrow!"

Inverted bucket, this is our jargon, that is, to go down to the tomb to do bad things, in fact, you don't know what you do, if you say it is good, it is called inverted bucket, and if it is not good, it is called tomb robbery, that is, tomb robbers!