“Dude, are you kidding me?”
Which was holding a shotgun.
The old painting still felt the fear building up inside him, he gulped, the cigarette had fallen from his mouth and cold sweat was running down his face.
And Zhao Wazi, even more shivering, hid behind him, not daring to breathe a word.
“I’m not joking.”
A hoarse voice seemed to be ground out of his throat as the dark figure lifted the black robe from his body, and a body full of scars was revealed under the torch.
It was a body that had been tortured.
His face was completely disfigured, scars strewn across it, the gnarled white bones were all clearly visible, not a drop of blood, a fishy smell even emanated from the tumbling muscles, and a huge wound on his chest was so shockingly skinned and fleshless that Old Paint and Zhao Wa Zi swore they could see the dried heart through it.
“Ah!”
Zhao Wazi screamed miserably.
The whole person pa*sed out.
The old painting was also shivering with fear, trembling as he backed away, “You, don’t come over!”
“Forty years on, your guts are still so small.”
The voice came out of his mouth in degrees.
And with a raspy, rubbing laugh.
A shiver ran through the old painting’s whole body, and before he could come back to his senses, he saw the only eyes that were still human, spiritual, with a mysterious and inexplicable look, and with just one glance, the old painting felt as if something more was in his head as a whole, and the whole man fainted.
“Can’t take a joke like that.”
The voice moved, and again the unpleasant sound squeezed out.
Qin Hai, Qin Huayang to be precise, had a smile in his eyes before walking towards the depths of Mount Mang.
He waited until dawn.
The hound dog was circling around the two of them, barking loudly, feeling the sunlight shining, Zhao Wazi woke up with a start, and then looked to his left and right, where there were still any zombies, the warm sunlight sprinkled down, but he still felt a burst of coldness, and saw that the old painting was still unconscious, he hurriedly went forward: “Old painting, old painting wake up. ”
A few pushes.
The old painting sat up with a jolt.
Only as soon as he woke up, cold sweat rained down and he shivered and glanced around, “Where are the zombies?”
Zhao Zi was still in shock and said, “Gone, right? Luckily they didn’t drink our blood, are you alright?”
The old painting looked around warily, seeing that there was no danger, he was relieved, and then laughed bitterly, “Believe it now, do you?”
“Yes.”
Zhao Wa Zi said in fear, “I never thought there were really zombies.”
The old painting was about to say something, but his body trembled again and he stood frozen on the spot.
“I… I feel something more in my head.” Old Painting said with a trembling voice.
Zhao Wazi was busy saying, “You’re not scared of a tumour, are you?”
“F*ck off.” Old Painting scolded him, and then said, “It’s some words.”
“What kind of words?” Zhao Wa Zi asked curiously.
Old Painting winced as he said, “It seems that the zombie from yesterday left them for me. He said that in order to repay my grudge for that slap forty years ago, in three years’ time, when the Nine Yin is broken and the Dragon Gate is opened, he will have his own treasures to give.”
“What’s that?”
Zhao Wa Zi said excitedly, “Treasure?”
“Gua wazi!” He said, “You believe the words of a zombie, if there was treasure, I would have told you? Stop daydreaming, maybe I’m lost, let’s go!”
The old painting is not greedy for money.
Otherwise he wouldn’t be working in this hellhole.
But Zhao Wazi is different. The old painting’s words are sort of written down, and there are rumours here in the past that there is even a treasure that brings people back to life, so how much is it worth?
Zhao Wazi did some calculations.
Finally it was determined to be priceless.
He glanced deep into Mount Mang and had a plan in mind.
After descending from the mountain with the old painting, he ate casually and ran to a nearby library to look for documentation about the depths of Mount Mang, but the only record was a sentence or two in a book of wild histories, which simply said that there were Shang imperial tombs buried deep in Mount Mang, but there were no Shang imperial tombs to be found in Mount Mang.
“There must be a great tomb!”
Zhao Wa Zi decided down.
He then left the library and kept asking around from the mouths of the old people nearby, but the most he heard was that the depths of Mang Mountain were an unknown place and there was no extra information at all.
The old painting, seeing his recent divine path, was somewhat dissatisfied, muttering that the city wazi was unreliable. Zhao wazi didn’t care at all, but just searched one after another, eventually thinking that he would first figure out what the nine yin and what the dragon gate was, which he thought was a feng shui term, so he searched for a number of feng shui masters, but the results were all untrue one by one.
Until in a few months, at the beginning of September, Zhao Wazi and a few friends in Yanjing fooling around when he heard that there was a feng shui master in Yanjing, immediately excited and old painting to say goodbye to rush back to Yanjing.
“Go on go on.” The old painting said in a serious tone, “Wazi, you are at least a high school student in the city, don’t always think about treasures, down-to-earth is the way to go, just come back and see me when you can.”
Although he was touched, he didn’t take it to heart.
He returned to Yanjing in a blaze of glory.
His friend is not simple either, the a*sistant professor of Professor Qian of Yanjing History, in fact Zhao Wazi is also a graduate of Yanjing History, lightly rushed to Yanjing University, before running to the History Department, but saw a beautiful girl is looking around, dragging her luggage, seems to be lost.
This is the beginning of the semester.
I guess this is the future schoolgirl.
Zhao Wa Zi went up to her and smiled, “Hey, you’re lost?”
The girl blushed and said, “Yes, this, how do I get to Block C of the girls’ dormitory, Dragon Court?”
“You’re really going the other way.” Zhao Wazi laughed and said, “This is all the teaching area, come with me, I’ll take you there.”
“Thank you, senior!”
The girl was busy thanking him.
Zhao Wa Zi waved his hand and said, “It’s nothing, I’m a history graduate, I came back today to look for a friend, and it’s just a coincidence, how about you? New student, right?”
“En.” The girl nodded and said, “I’m also enrolled in the history department.”
“Is that so? That’s a real deal for a schoolgirl.” Zhao wazi laughed, “My name is Zhao Shan, my friend is the a*sistant professor of your history department, Professor Qian, if you have anything in the future, you can look for him, I’ll mention it to him when I see him later.”
“Aiya, no need, no need.” The girl was busy shaking her head and said, “No trouble for senior, you’ve already helped me a lot today.”
Zhao Wazi smiled, “No need to be polite, here, your dormitory is up ahead.”
The girl was immediately delighted and was busy thanking him, saying, “Thank you, sir, my name is Qin Xiaoya, what’s your mobile phone number? I’ll buy you dinner some day to thank you.”
“Don’t.” Zhao Wa Zi laughed, “It’s only right to help, forget about the treat, see you sometime.”