Resurrection Of Spiritual Energy Oh My God, My Horcrux Is A Kitchen Knife

Qin Fan stood up slowly and looked at Gao Fushuai in surprise. What was causing this trouble?

Just as he was about to speak, a bright light suddenly shone over him, and an old voice shouted: "What are you two brats doing here?"

Under the strong light, you can clearly see the tears on Gao Fushuai's face. Holy shit, this guy actually cried?

"Oh my god, what have you done? How did you end up like this? Do you know where this place is?"

The old man shined his flashlight everywhere and immediately discovered the damaged tombstone and the deep hole in the ground.

After a moment of silence, his voice suddenly increased several levels. As he spoke, he pulled Gao Fushuai. The reason why he pulled Gao Fushuai was also very simple. Qin Fan's wounds had not yet healed, and he looked terrible. People are a little scared.

"No, you must restore this place to its original state, otherwise you are not allowed to leave."

Gao Fushuai looked at the old man helplessly and said: "Uncle, we will definitely return to the original state."

After saying that, he waved his left hand, and a fresh breath of earth spurted out, and the deep hole that Qin Fan had smashed before was slowly filled with earth.

With another wave of his hand, the broken tombstone slabs slowly returned to their original shape.

As soon as Gao Fushuai exposed his hand, the old man's hand holding the flashlight couldn't help but tremble, and the light began to shake.

Immediately afterwards, the hand holding Gao Fushuai tightened. This was a Transcendent, and he had no ability to chase him if he ran away.

Gao Fushuai was helpless. This man is really responsible. Ordinary people would hide as far away as possible after learning that the other party is a Transcendent. But this man is better. Instead, he will run away from you because you are a Transcendent. If you can't catch up, you can hold on tighter.

From this, it is not difficult to see that this uncle has a strong desire to protect every martyr here. Maybe he has poor hearing, or maybe he does not have the ability to protect this place.

But he loves this place very much.

Gao Fushuai did not throw away the uncle's hand, but repaired every place as if he was holding the uncle's hand.

During this period, Qin Fan took a look at Sun Dahai. Sun Dahai was half leaning in front of a tombstone, but he had already lost his breath.

His mood was a bit mixed. If he had taken action earlier, the hero might still have a chance to survive.

Yes, it is undeniable that no matter what mistakes Sun Dahai made before, the integrity he showed in facing outsiders such as Inukai is enough to identify him as a hero.

Of course, his final fate is likely to be the execution ground, but at least he will be alive and well before going to the military court. Even during that period and for a long time to come, he will be talked about by all the soldiers. hero. But now it's too late.

His thoughts moved slightly, the yin and yang ring given to him by Cang Wu shone with faint light, and Sun Dahai's body disappeared suddenly.

Even in order to let the hero's soul return home, he still had to send Sun Dahai back.

And when Qin Fan finished all this, he turned around and looked at Gao Fushuai.

A strange smile suddenly appeared on Gao Fushuai's originally calm face. He looked at the extra pile of stones and gravel in front of him and licked his lips.

And under the strong flashlight of the uncle, you can even see the drool dripping from the corner of Gao Fushuai's mouth.

The next moment, something happened that shocked the two of them even more.

Gao Fushuai rummaged in his pocket, took out a lighter, flicked it, and a flickering flame suddenly appeared.

Gao Fushuai slowly sat down next to the gravel and blew the dust on the gravel with his mouth.

Well, it's quite hygienic.

Then he slowly brought the swaying flame close to a piece of gravel, roasted it for a while, then slowly picked up a piece of gravel and took a bite.

Bang

The gravel made a crisp sound under his bite, like crispy noodles.

Gao Fushuai took a bite of gravel, chewed it with relish, and then swallowed it with a look of enjoyment.

His eyes were slightly closed, with a look of enjoyment on his face.

this.....

Qin Fan: What is this guy doing?

Uncle: Hold the grass (although it has long been useless), is this young man sick?

The two looked at each other in confusion. After eating a few pieces, Gao Fushuai turned his head and looked at Qin Fan and the uncle and said, "Would you two sit down and eat something together? You're welcome."

Qin Fan waved his hands hurriedly, I'm being polite to you, but don't hold me back if you are sick.

The uncle is a kind person after all. Seeing Gao Fushuai's misery, he couldn't bear to say: "Well... young man, just fix it. I will pull these stones out with a tricycle tomorrow. Don't eat them."

Upon hearing this, Gao Fushuai hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, it's a pity to lose such delicious food."

After saying that, he ignored the two of them and quickly stuffed the stone into his mouth while roasting it, as if he was afraid that others would take it away.

Seeing that he could not be persuaded, the uncle shook his head and simply walked away.

Qin Fan simply sat aside and watched Gao Fushuai's performance.

That pile of stones and gravel weighed over a thousand kilograms at least. Gao Fushuai just grilled and ate it, and he ate less than half of it in an hour.

Qin Fan was confused again. He looked at Gao Fushuai's belly. Well, it was normal, not bulging and not bursting.

So the question becomes, where did those hundreds of kilograms of gravel go?