Chapter 982 The White-Haired Man Gives the Black-Haired Man a Gift

"Let's go, go quickly!"

Su Yuhang held a glowing black rope in his hand and directly wrapped it around the zombie wearing the general's armor. Then he put his feet on the zombie's back and used himself as the axis to exert all his strength.

This general zombie is tall, and he was probably a brave general during his lifetime. After his death, he turned into a zombie, which is even more terrifying. After all, the murderous aura condensed during his lifetime was completely integrated into his body and turned into a more pure evil aura.

Living as a hero will also lead to death as a ghost. This statement is definitely not just about shouting slogans and expressing emotions. In fact, even if you are a ghost, people who are awesome in life are generally more terrifying after death.

Xu Fugui did not leave. The core of the ancient tomb in this story world was guarded by the formation left by Maoshan Taoist priests. This made it impossible for him and Su Yuhang to use special abilities and could only rely on their physical bodies to face the zombies. Fortunately, then, The head general zombie can only rely on this kind of brute force, and it can't use the zombie's methods here.

"Seven-Star Bagua Lantern!"

Xu Fugui took down a long-bright lantern stand beside him and recited the mantra silently. Then his face showed a look of surprise, and the flames turned into white.

Maoshan's formation will naturally not suppress Maoshan's magic. Fortunately, Fugui is better at it, otherwise he and Su Yuhang might really be trapped in this story world, and as normal people, being tortured to death by zombies is a way of death for the audience. It was indeed a bit too frustrating.

Lighting the flame with his fingertips, Fugui ran forward quickly, then placed the fingertips burning with flames on the zombie's jaw, and pushed it hard.

"Roar!"

Groups of corpse air ejected from the zombie's mouth, and the zombie's strength seemed to be slowly weakening due to this reason.

Su Yuhang kicked the zombie hard from behind, knocking the zombie to the ground.

The zombie did not bounce up directly after landing. Instead, it kept twitching, and its body began to slowly rot, while emitting bursts of stench.

"Huh..." Su Yuhang breathed a long sigh of relief, looked at the injuries on his body and then at Fugui who was also in a state of embarrassment, and said with some regret: "Damn it, I almost ended up confessing here."

After saying that, Su Yuhang didn't take much rest. He turned around and lay down on the coffin and began to search for the magic weapons inside.

For the audience, life really is a continual search.

Xu Fugui squatted down next to the zombie corpse and carefully examined some of the detailed characteristics of the zombie.

"It's all white, there's nothing." Su Yuhang turned around and hit the wall on one side of the coffin with his fist, "It's all gold and silver, there's nothing spiritual about it."

"It shouldn't be." Xu Fugui shook his head, "Looking at the clothes of this zombie, it is definitely of high grade, but there are only some gold and silver in this tomb, which is obviously very abnormal.

Civil servants like to be buried with ancient scrolls and slips, while military generals like to be buried with horses, armor and weapons, but there is not a single weapon here. "

"So, Fugui, you mean this is just a fake tomb?" Su Yuhang frowned slightly, and then looked around, "If we go by the conjecture that this general's tomb is to protect an ancient tomb, this place should There is also a tomb with a more respected status. Because of his status as a defender, it is taboo to fight with others, so it is naturally impossible to match the weapons and bury him in the grave.

But I can confirm that there are no other tombs here, and you have also seen that according to this story world, the group of Maoshan Taoist priests sealed this place thirty years ago, and it is impossible for them not to discover the main tomb, so maybe There must have been some accident, for example, the general died first, but something happened to the emperor, something happened to the dynasty, and in the end this tomb, which was originally meant to protect future monarchs, became the only one of this kind. "

"That should be the case." Xu Fugui agreed with Su Yuhang's analysis, but he quickly smiled, "But it seems that not all is lost."

Fugui put his hand into the zombie's mouth and dug for a while, and took out a jade pendant. "With a little bit of sacrifice, it can be made into a protective magical weapon, but the grade is not very high."

Su Yuhang was not very interested in this object. He came over and helped Fugui up, "Let's get out of here first. This Maoshan formation makes me very uncomfortable, and the corpse gas of this zombie is indeed too smelly."

"When you have a child in the future, his poop and pee will also stink." Xu Fugui joked with a smile.

"Can this be the same?" Su Yuhang also matched Fugui's ridicule, "How can my son stink as much as a zombie, no matter how stinky he is?"

The two people helped each other out of the tomb. Without stopping too much by the tomb, they went straight down the mountain to a village at the foot of the mountain.

They have almost completed the main mission, but the reason why it is still lacking a little bit is because they did it deliberately. An open world of supernatural stories hides a lot of secrets, and it is worth buying a little more time to dig out.

The injuries on the two of them were not serious, but they decided to rest in this village for one night before going to the county seat tomorrow.

After nightfall, Xu Fugui, who was lying in bed, was awakened by the sound of the door opening. The person who came was Su Yuhang.

Su Yuhang was holding a bamboo basket in his hand.

Of course, Xu Fugui was a little shocked that Su Yuhang had progressed to the point where he couldn't detect it in advance when he got close to him.

"It seems that you really haven't noticed me yet."

Su Yuhang admitted that he had blocked his breath in advance when he came over.

"Terrible talent." Xu Fugui shook his head and got out of bed.

"There's nothing good in the village."

Su Yuhang placed the basket on the table and took out two bottles of rice wine, a plate of fried peanuts and a plate of dried radish.

"No meat." Xu Fugui was a little dissatisfied.

"Let's make do with it. It's not like you don't know that this village is poor. Besides, I'm too embarrassed to steal other people's chickens."

"This is true or false." Xu Fugui said rudely.

"Haha, how should I put it? The moon is beautiful today, and it's a rare farmhouse experience, right? It's very artistic to admire the moon while drinking old rice wine with peanuts and dried radish.

If it were paired with a plate of roasted chicken, wouldn't it make the moonlight blind in vain? "

"I'm really curious as to why the radio wants to recruit you as a listener. Maybe you can become an artist."

Xu Fugui didn't say specifically what kind of artist Su Yuhang could be, because Su Yuhang did have too many talents. He was a wealthy young man with many talents, and was proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Such a guy who should have been famous all his life was reduced to an audience. Xu Fugui also felt a little sorry for Su Yuhang.

Of course, what's even more pity is the roasted chicken. Xu Fugui is well aware of Su Yuhang's craftsmanship. In the real world, he can only get it when Su Yuhang cooks for others to please Liu Mengyu. Other times he wants to eat it. Dun, it’s too difficult because this guy is too lazy.

"Fugui." Su Yuhang had a drink with Xu Fugui, "I feel like I'm about to become a high-level listener."

"Are you here to admire the moon today or to show off?"

"Come on, let's go one more time."

The two had a second drink.

Then the drinking speed became slower. After all, there was not much wine, but Yue still had the whole second half of the night.

"How is your son?" Su Yuhang suddenly asked.

"I go to see them occasionally, but they can't see me." Xu Fugui sighed sadly, "My wife, children, it's inconvenient for me to continue to participate in their lives."

"Broadcasting is actually not that unkind." Su Yuhang comforted, "There is no need for you to be so clear-cut."

"What if you really live together in the future and see your daughter-in-law cutting her hand while chopping vegetables, or seeing your son being naughty and almost falling off the balcony, what would you do?"

"Alas." Su Yuhang couldn't answer this anymore. Also, the audience seemed to have the power of a god, but he was more like a god of plague, and could easily infect his own situation to those close to him.

Perhaps this is also part of the fun of broadcasting.

"If I become a broadcaster one day, I will change the damn fun." Su Yuhang Miller narrowed his eyes and took another sip of wine.

"Haha." Xu Fugui laughed again.

"Don't you believe it?" Su Yuhang asked seriously, pointing at Xu Fugui. Then Su Yuhang himself patted the table and laughed, "Hahahaha, I don't believe it myself either."

After the two people laughed, Su Yuhang looked at the bright moon in the sky and said, "Do you know the four great joys in life?"

Xu Fugui was noncommittal, but his eyes began to become hazy when looking at the moon.

The moonlit night is hazy, and people are also hazy,

The heart is also hazy.

"A long drought brings nectar," Su Yuhang said.

"One drop." Xu Fugui answered.

"Meeting an old friend in a foreign land."

"Creditors."

"The wedding night with flowers and candles."

"next door."

"When the gold medal is named."

"Same name."

Su Yuhang put his hand on Xu Fugui's shoulder, "Do you think we will still be alive in three years?"

"I think I can live another twenty years." Xu Fugui said.

"Haha, if you live for another twenty years, I can be a broadcaster."

"Old Su, do you know what one joy and one tragedy are in life?" Xu Fugui suddenly asked.

"Tell me." Su Yuhang asked while pouring wine.

"The white-haired person gives the black-haired person a gift." Xu Fugui said.

"Is this great tragedy?" Su Yuhang asked.

Xu Fugui looked at Su Yuhang and said with a smile, "I said it would be a great joy. Do you believe it?"

"You drank too much, right? Then it would be a great tragedy for me to see my son die for me?"

Xu Fugui pointed at Su Yuhang and said with a smile while drinking:

"Right, right."

"Dear ghost, Fugui, you are older than me, so you are different.

As for me, I will definitely chase Liu Mengyu from now on.

I want her to give me a son.

I am not afraid that my son will also become an audience. I just want to stay with my son and live a good life together. I want to be a good father. At least, I know how to educate and treat my children better than the old man in my family who only knows how to work hard. "

"but…………"

"But what, you can't help but cause trouble for me by drinking and bragging to the moon?"

"Okay, you will be a good father." Xu Fugui said.

"My enemy, take one."

"boom."

The wine glasses clinked,

The moon is still bright.