New White Snake Asking Immortals

Holding a volume and leaning against the window to read a group of books. ??Huo Ran? Text

The work of a scholar cannot be called stealing but should be called borrowing, but all useful information will be copied. There are all pens, inks, papers and inkstones in the library. I saw the girl basking in the sun in front of the window licking the tip of the pen, and the tip of the pen wandered away.

Bai Yu will not steal books for no reason, which violates the principle of peddler.

However, useful or suspected useful information can be recorded. As the saying goes, a good memory is not as good as a bad pen.

I searched through two aristocratic collections in a row, but found nothing.

But if you find an interesting clue when you are bored looking through the family tree, you may find something.

"Dongmen Qingshu, the thirteenth patriarch of the Dongmen family, only loved old books and ancient books. After his death, he was buried with three hundred volumes of ancient scrolls, without any gold or silver artifacts. He was buried in the ancestral land of the Dongmen family. Tsk tsk, the tomb robbers probably Not interested in."

Throwing back the genealogy, two somersaults jumped to the street to find a grocery store to buy some candles.

Holding the red candle in his hand, the freckled face of a certain dragon is tangled.

"Shopkeeper, do you have any white candles?"

"White candle? It's gone. The candle making workshop has burned out all the water and inventory. The caravan transporting raw materials lost its goods in a flash flood. Or...wrap it in white paper to make do?"

Moulong was amazed at this simple and honest profiteer, he was really a rare talent.

It is by no means the first time that he is familiar with such things as fooling ghosts.

"Forget it, red candles are red candles. Give me all the stocks you have, don't wrap them in red paper."

"Don't worry, girl, I, Zhang San, are well-known in the neighborhood, and I am genuine and innocent."

"..."

Bai Yu began to doubt her reputation.

Prepare well and wait for nightfall, it is not easy to dig people's graves in broad daylight.

Considering the principle of trading, absolutely keep the tomb intact and not destroy the feng shui and earth atmosphere. In terms of feng shui, Bai Yu said that almost no one dares to be the number one. Controlling the land veins is not just talking casually. It all depends on the mood.

At night, there is no wind or cloud.

Unknown night birds cooed in the gloomy cemetery, and fireflies were flying in the grass.

A certain white completely despised the so-called terrifying atmosphere. Based on the calculation of the year of burial, he should have been buried for four or five hundred years. He found the corresponding old tomb from the outside of the tomb, checked the tombstone covered with moss and mottled to confirm, and sneaked through the soil layer silently.

You can't see the dragon's claws in the pitch-black space. Although you can have night vision, a little light is still very good.

snap~

Snap your fingers to light a red candle, and place it in a corner at will.

Legend has it that this is the rule in the industry. When the cock crows and the lamp goes out, you don’t touch gold. If the candle is blown out, you have to put the things back. It’s probably very difficult. There is a dragon that crawls into the tomb even if it doesn’t do anything, and no dead things dare to jump out. Blow out the candles.

Candles danced to illuminate the tomb, and the shadows flickered.

Neither the royal family nor the cultivators of the immortals, the tomb regulations are insurmountable, and the blue bricks mixed with glutinous rice paste are only the size of a room.

A few simple stone carvings on the wall are a deceptive embellishment. There is a thick coffin in the middle and bookshelves around it. Maybe he was a book lover during his lifetime. He kept the tomb dry and kept it in an expensive wooden box, so he couldn’t even smell the smell of rotting corpses. There is a strong smell of book ink.

"This guy can be regarded as a second person, interesting, but unfortunately there is a problem with the layout of the burial."

He raised his little hand and knocked on the coffin lid.

boom boom boom~

Like knocking on the door politely when visiting the door, there are many details about knocking on the door.

For example, in the ancient feudal era in an unknown country, knocking on the door has the minimum rules. There is a light button on the door. If there is no one, just tap the door with your knuckles. If something happens, announce the good news three times, but be careful not to knock on the door continuously or four times.

Slamming on the door is only used to report a funeral, and you will be beaten if you mess up, so you have to pay attention.

A certain Bai felt that it was a good thing for him to come to your grave all by himself, so he told him politely.

bang!

The coffin board shook, and several coffin nails were pushed up from the inside!

It’s so boring to look at the coffin’s fraudulent corpse. I knew that when I came in, I would release some momentum to kill it, and play this game in front of a dragon.

Not to mention the mere little zombies, the spines of Hanba were pulled out alive before they turned into dragons, but now they can be settled with a single look.

Pushing open the coffin lid, a gray-black naked zombie sat up.

Opening his mouth and baring his teeth, he looked at the back of the tomb staring at the bookshelf, lifted the lid of the coffin and lay down again...

It's not that Lingzhi knew how to close the lid to avoid it, it's purely because his fingernails got stuck in the cracks in the wood when he pushed the lid open, and the moment he saw the back, the evil energy dissipated and he fell down, so he closed the lid naturally.

The lowest-level zombies can't bear it just by looking at their backs.

The spooky tomb.

The big red candle was flickering, the girl thought the air was not good, so she cast a spell to bring in the fresh air outside, and sat on a small bench to read a book with great interest...

At the same time thousands of miles away.

The light spots in the night sky became brighter and brighter, and a small airship rolled and fell out of control.

Two beams of light emerged from the flying boat, scattered and fled in opposite directions. Suddenly, the flying boat exploded and at the same time, a streamer chased one of them.

A fairy from the Mortal Realm vomited blood and fell to the ground and smashed into a deep hole, looking at the short figure in horror.

"Don't... don't come here..."

On the opposite side, a gray-haired monkey with red eyes was very upset.

"Squeak! Even a weak chicken dares to lie to me! Beg for a fight!"

With one stick falling, the majestic immortal's aura was cut off and even the oil flower seeds were shot out. Although the realm is the same, it doesn't mean everything. Fighting depends on talent.

The monkey was very angry and cheerful, and just as he ascended, he met two fairies with mixed hairs.

At first I thought it was very powerful, and I was careful not to offend, so I planned to sell myself to the mine to dig ore, and I did it in a rage, but I didn't expect the gods in the fairy world to be so ungrateful, too weak, weaker than a weak chicken.

Put away valuables and hang them on your waist, tear off the robe and put it on yourself.

Wear a straw hat.

It is the legendary monkey Mu Erguan, who finds it interesting to see his own reflection in the water, jumping up and down and screaming.

The original mighty hair was burnt by the divine fire during the thunder calamity, and after the burn, it turned into a gray and autumnal appearance, three feet tall, bent over and bow-legged.

I don't know where I grabbed a stick, carried it on my shoulder, and drove around in the dark, just walking.

Maybe the merits gained from saving the world during the tribulation came into play. I didn’t go to the heavenly court and was not sent to the realm of monsters. On a certain day of the year, there will be demons from the lower realms ascending and nothing else.

The main world is so big that monks are not common among ordinary people.

The gray-haired monkey wandered around leisurely in oversized clothes and carried a stick on his shoulders. When he saw peaches, he picked them and ate them.

After dawn, I suddenly felt a familiar smell...

"Squeak~"

Turn around and disappear instantly.

A few leaves swirled and fell in place, and the short figure was far away in the sky.